The Final Battle With The Big Boss Media

I can’t help getting the feeling we’re playing a video game, and we’ve worked our way up to the big boss in the last battle. Our thumbs are worn out from pressing the X button a million times and the boss is throwing everything it can at you, and then all of the sudden it starts going through all these weird motions like it’s going to throw a giant attack at you that will destroy everyone and mean game over. But really it’s just going through its death throes and is unravelling right in front of your eyes.

The big boss in this instance is the media, which has spent the last couple of years throwing everything it could at you in an attempt to overwhelm you. But the attack seems to be working less, even as its intensity increases. You can kind of sense it in the eyes of the newscasters (spellcasters) who seize up when they are presented with someone who says they don’t believe the official narrative. The look in their eyes is like a robot who is confronted with a situation for which he has not been programmed.

All of us, really, are no different. Which is why it is understandable that we feel frightened. Because unlike a video game, things don’t end when you beat it but you then have to move on to the real task of replacing the system you have worked so hard to destroy. Once you beat the fake game you have to deal with real life, and most of us would rather not get to the ultimate foe and so have to get off of our couches.

I am terrified of what may come once the established paradigm is overthrown, because as bad as it is, it has provided a degree of security and comfort. Granted, it is the kind of comfort one feels in a luxury vehicle that is speeding towards a cliff, but the human mind is reluctant to surrender that sort of comfort, reluctant to build something new when what we had was so good, at least to those in the driver’s seat.

The truth is, we don’t know what will come next. We only know that what presently exists is racing us toward extinction. We can choose comfort of the known, which is an immature way of reacting to the world, or we can choose to leap from our place of safety with a hope that we will be able to respond in a way we never have before. Like a baby bird leaving the nest. Because we must. Because life does not wait until we are ready. Because perhaps we will never decide we are ready on our own. Because that is the way of all living things, to reach outward and go forward. If they are to survive. And I want to survive. Not just for another moment, not just so I can live out my life with a comfy couch and a TV and a video game console to play my pretend life. I want to survive in a much more meaningful way. I want to have children who will outlive me, want them to have children, and so on into an unknown and unknowable future.

Plus, I just really really want to beat the big boss.