Hypnotic castrates of philosophical being

(Sorry for my english. But i really try.)

We can not see. Truth. We are all blind. According to research,
a person perceives less than 0.001% of the events happening
around him. We do not see the entire spectrum of colors,
magnetic fields and other wave phenomena. We don't see synergy,
we don't see anything, we just interpret with our dull animal
brain. Anyone who sees more than 0.001% is a great person for
us. But the truth is, we are still blind. I look into this glass
monitor, this year 2021, at these Latin letters and I understand
one thing. These are all conventions. Games of our brain. In
fact, all this does not exist, we just change the shape of the
field. Recently, the world has laughed at the researchers of
the UFO phenomenon. As a result, it turned out that UFOs
actually appeared everywhere. They have been observed and are
observed by many people. But they don't see them. They see the
phenomenon but do not perceive it. For them, high-order
phenomena are covered by the blinders of routine life. I know
that I am blind. I live in a world of social hallucinations and
illusions of the society where I was born and lived. This is
karma. A series of gilgulim, rebirths of energy in the process
of its opposition to entropy. Quantum fluctuations causing chaos
to take shape every time. At the moment - the form of the person
writing the given lines. The holiday of death is raging around
us. Covid is taking more and more lives. The state pretends that
everything is fine. Hospitals are overcrowded. Stories that have
a beginning get a bad ending. Unexpected and sad. But we still
don't see it. Our minds cut off any disturbing visions of the
future. We still live in the pink fairy-tale world of illusions
of this theater of absurd existence. Starting at infinity and
moving to infinity. No one can admit that he is blind. I say.
I'm blind. I am a splash guide of myself through the emptiness
of consciousness. I have no rational answer to the question of
why this is happening to the world. But I can give a spiritual
answer. It's all about unreasonable hatred. Unreasonable enmity
is always the cause of global tragedies. It is a derivative of
social hallucinations. 
Involuntary paranoia, corrupting the mind of people with
fantastic and unrealistic thoughts about physical reality,
states, borders, religions, confessions, nations, languages and
others. The truth is, Covid is a sign. He showed that we are a
herd of lonely indifferent travelers. Our route runs from nowhere
to nowhere. On the way, we run, bustle, jump or ignore what is
happening. But the system of our universe parasitically precisely
removes us from this projection. Some divine sparks descend,
twisting into shape, others rise up after losing their shape.
Some shells are replaced by others. Inside each such shell is
the mystery of our universe - synergy. Self-organization that
forms equilibrium and unequal systems. In an amazing way, madmen
get the opportunity to spoil this material world more and more.
And there is no end, no edge to this. A life-long mad hologram,
in a silent cold universe full of the light of dead stars. As
dead as our ideologies and views. In this small center of 
electro-chemical impulses called the brain. 
The amputated nervous systems of robotic automata extended into
an endless technological eternity, in a herd bleating of
disgusting average social covenant unity, are torn from their
skin to preserve their territorial integrity in the kingdom
of mammalian politics. "Who are these people, what are these
people, what are they doing here?" Hunter Thomson asked at 5
a.m. 1972 in a Las Vegas hotel. "What do they all want from me?"
- I add, and finally, in this gloomy and difficult 2021, I
finish my tea to the glory of the ancient summerian Anunaki.
The depressing walls of gray beehives in the matrix of square
honeycombs of city houses colorfully illustrate our collective
nervous system. Our castrated unconscious, a neuronal shock that
captures the horror of the truth of the universe, which requires
absolutely nothing from us. A structured reality, a tunneled
consciousness filled with the formal logic of the communal mind,
the insectoids of abstract social happiness of collective
consumption, the ritual cannibalism of conventions, the wild
dance of the rat race, forging the vaginal mind of anally
delineated absolutely meaningless values. The viscous rot of
the nets of pseudo-intelligent silicone, the worries of the
worms about their long, nostalgic, insatiable stomach. Oral
- anal satisfaction through the grasping reflex, imprinted in
the brain of an infant climbing a mountain of corpses to the
cherished Kantian tit, which denies everything except itself.
The gloomy, sickening, sickening zeal of fetid social reflection
for every new and independent unit of the matrix code that does
not fit into the principles of linear logic and causality
inherent in structured hallucinations of public morality. 
Shitty foundations that turn pegasus into asses with withered
limbs from Sumerian fables. Immoral work, moral managers -
connoisseurs of hands and faces intertwined in gestures and
screams of despair, who want to escape from the pain of electric
human bodies that are bound in the struggle of conventions,
snakes twisted into hades, devouring themselves for a place in
the warm vaginal fluid of the vicious circle of the wheel of
Samsara. Purulent inflammation that cannot be treated, decay
and death hidden behind the gray concrete of burnt tombstones.
A map of territories extended into the forced reality of their
Confucian world.
There is nowhere else to run, nowhere to be annihilated. It is
catching up everywhere, this is a sense of stability. Their
tribal bleating delegates the right to live and die, to everyone
who leaves them. The choice is the lot of illusions. There is
no need to destroy karma if the chakra is full. Homogenized
unity, structured conditioned thinking, the coming digital
dictatorship, consumer goods, cars, consumer goods, bio-survival
papers. An endless cycle of repetitive events of the same type.
That's all. A passive hallucination of an illusory hologram of
life against the background of a dispersed space-time continuum,
focused in a small universal point in the pupil of the raking
eye of a hormonally excited primate troubled by denomination
and submission in the group. The hatred bubbling in the lungs
slowly burns out under the blows of norepinephrine. The entry
point is the exit point, nonsense is the coordinate of meaning,
truth is the logical operator of Aristotelian logic. The meaning
of life is simply a collision arising from the desire to find
an answer in a universe invented from beginning to end. The
alphabet requires abstract thinking, hieroglyphs of tribal
values, a man of letters is not a man of symbols. A hungry
person can be full, and a full one can be hungry. Clothes do
not warm, the idea does not heal, and even stardust is no longer
in the same place. Euclidean axioms are taken on faith, 
non-Euclidean geometries are relative, numbers are hidden with
an error, and physical laws have long been illegal. Mechanical
force gave birth to the right of monsters, and logical loops are
traps from monsters. Evolutionary development is not at all
evolutionary, and only the dance of electronic superpositions
and local correlation makes it possible to cognize the absence
of cognition and any finite meaning in quantum uncertainty,
the existence of the cosmic ether predetermined for monkeys.
Namely, that man is action, and the universe is just event.