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There are fewer feelings more palpable in the modern era than the sense of impending doom. Foreboding crisis looms like a pale shadow cast over the faces of every American citizen, and ignorance is no longer a viable solution. Even the least intuitive among the ever shrinking slave caste known as the Middle Class can see that the standard of living within this land is plummeting. A meteorite has less momentum than the rate at which the pinnacle aggregate of civilization is racing towards a guided implosion. No one can deny the heights reached by the great American project, yet few would argue that the valley we find ourselves in will seem like paradise compared to the depths we will reach in coming years. A world in excess, now crushed under the weight of its once sustainable opulence, is now hobbling towards a pipe dream of egalitarianism. Each limb of this societal body will be relieved from its poisonous vessel, its necessity explained away, and its consequences ignored. All the scattered remains of this cohesive unit will corrode and fail, with the memories of its inception lost in the dust.

Blame is dissolved into a potent depressant that confuses the citizen and placates his position inside the tornado of modern civilization. Miles upon miles of concrete structures line the minds of man and an impenetrable idea that his will is negligible compared to the will of the state. Offices and clerks stand civilly in the way of real progress, real work, and real invokable change. A comforting smile greets you each morning outside of the tailor fit prison bars, surrounding your material flesh. Each day the sickening grin will flash with rage, but prisoners rarely watch the warden often enough to witness. The watchful eye of the state, the basis of authority and the epitome of power, has only self preservation in mind. Knowing that you do too is enough to know how to torture you.

What solutions can one find, inside the minutiae hurricane? Inside the cyclone of horrifically banal, unfathomably evil, and brutally boring undertakings of man, there is little recourse. One need not wonder why the suicides, drug overdoses, widespread despair, and overall atomization of modern society exists at this point; with those in power for the sake of it, the downward spiral is considered their best case scenario.

There is but truth to fight for; truth that is hidden, truth that is considered a thorn in the side of power. Localized dissidence, scalable autonomy, and the pursuit of the light are the only effective countermeasures. Physical violence attempted upon the seat of power can be revisited upon the individual in kind, and the New War we are embroiled in from birth does not lend itself to altercations or fisticuffs. Staring in the face of evil and refusing to blink is all that can be asked from yourself and those around you. Deciding against the flow of the degenerative and eroding river may seem insurmountable, but the same can be said for a caveman navigating the vacuum of space. Allow the light of creation and the incomprehensible beauty and complexity of life to guide you to righteousness and moral purity; only then will others follow your lead. The remedy is time and will, and the ingredients are patience and faith.