Today I am cringing at the thought of completing arbitrary school papers and assignments that are a furthering of ignorance within the education system. An instructor who’s attitude towards the education provided frankly sucks, and questions to be answered to the highest degree of academic performance with only the smallest amount of concern towards our instruction and guidance of the topics.
This is ignorant knowledge, and therefor, it is bad. This is the theme in the way we are educated in the West. Ignorance within education is a plague on the collective consciousness we all give and take from. I am continually exposed to research that contradicts most information that has been instructed to me in my time in academia, only to discover out of my own unsatisfied curiosity that the content provided by the various institutions I have taken up instruction within have misrepresented the content in the favor of personal bias, either in reference to our national image or the perspective of the individual providing the instruction.
Then I need to only look towards theology and religion to see further down the rabbit-hole of ignorance. As I type this I am supposed to be writing short-essays about Hinduism and Buddhism, but that too is a load of crap. I had a terrible time trying to write essays about the Abrahamic religions and how they have changed throughout time. Regardless of who is responsible for creating knowledge and sharing it with others, it is the others who are responsible for the integrity of the knowledge, and the integrity is what I feel is continually compromised in the interests of the ones who view the knowledge as a form of power and decide to use that power for their own selfish interests.
This is, then, more about integrity than knowledge or ignorance, or good and bad. If knowledge is good, and ignorance bad, then consciously misrepresenting knowledge to gain power is the carnal evil. And being aware of the skew of facts throughout history and being unable to have any power over restoring the true nature of knowledge is crippling at best. I look around at dietary recommendations made by Nationally accredited institutions and I know that those recommendations are influenced by corporations and food industries with a vested interest in spreading the belief that their products are required in the diet of the people who inhabit the financial markets where they do business. I look at all the ignorance and faith placed within the modern monetary systems, with the creation of wealth happening at the top, unencumbered by regulations preventing the spread of disease we know as the American dollar, in all of it’s mighty power. The power of the American dollar is a huge lie that we tell ourselves and the world. We make it all up, and as long as confidence in the lies exist it can continue, business as usual.
We make up the money, we make up the power structures, the social conventions, the do’s, the don’ts. It’s all about power and control. Whether we refer back to knowledge, which is held hostage in learning institutions, only released when the appropriate funds are presented, proving we have the financial privilege of gaining access to instruction of the knowledge; or we refer to the money itself, which is literally made up within the data centers of the world as figures in the artificial space of the Internet and it’s vast “banks” of servers and hard drives.
I’m sick. Literally sick because of how much everyone buys into it, myself included. I desire to detach from the the illusion, to come out of the shadows and learn for myself the true nature of the world and my place within it. I know one thing, my place is not within the constructs of this synthetic environment that has been created to keep everyone in line. In learning about early religions I can tell that I am not alone in my thoughts. There have always been those who are so troubled by the ignorant nature of the world that they disengage and seek the underlying truths that are so well hidden beneath the sheets of this bed we make for ourselves. The Buddha, the Prophet Mohammad, and many others have gone off into the mountains for month or years at a time, to seek the truth. One cannot live in illusion and see the code that makes it all work; and without ever completely removing oneself from the program, progress to change the way the game is played will never be made.
So here I am, like many before me. Aware of the illusion, but stuck as an actor in the play. My options feel small and I feel powerless. Do I continue to feed this bad wolf? Do i keep taking out loans and pursuing an “education”, knowing good and well that I will only be feeding a dangerous animal? Or do I decide that enough is enough, and retire to the mountains to find my peace with the world and experience the true nature of suffering and the truths that lead to relieving that suffering? I have questions, always and forever I have questions. Whether the questions are aimed towards answering my own truths, or the questions are related to clarifying the truths presented to me by others, it does not change my nature. As a skeptic I have and will always have questions and curiosities,and those will never be satisfied as far as I can tell, especially if I continue down this path of mis-information and the fallacy of knowledge as I understand it today.