The loads. The heavy burdens. The Huron. The Jesuits. All a long time ago. Perhaps it doesn't matter. Perhaps it's all hubris and misguided idealism. A lonely cascade of extinction reaches into the depths of all of us. "You can do anything you put your mind to." The resilient lie that sells books. Lots of books. We grow up believing it. The lie believed, is easier than the truth faced. The truth? There is no Santa, no Easter Bunny, no free rides, no way we can actually do anything we want.
So what of being happy? Truly happy? What is happy? 'Happy' is financial security? Happy is having the right things, or the right friends? Material possessions and things govern and fuel our euphoric sensation of 'happy'. 'Happy' is purely anamorphic. A brain awash in endorphin subjectivity. I prefer contentment. I accept this. I own this. I am 'OK' with this. Endorphins appear when we are missing the Ekon.
Muse. To think, or mediate deeply. To ruminate thoughtfully. To mentally bear a heavy burden. A-muse, or rather 'anti-muse', the opposite of muse. A video game. A carnival ride. Football. Thoughtless and mindless. An activity that provides the pause we need from reality. Amusement, the cancer that brings 'happy'. Amusement, the enemy of the Ekon.
Seeking the easy. Seeking the status-quo. The middle. The warm. Room temperature we look to the extrinsic, outside of the inside for a representation of the 'real'. What we are is entropy. Our problem? Not technology. Not Facebook. Not badminton. Not football. We. It is 'we' who are the problem. No thought, no mind. Ideas are dead. Nobody reads. No heavy burdens. No Constitution. No middle-class. No freedom. No Braveheart. The missing Ekon.
Morphine for the soul. Amusement works like drugs in the blood. The heart pumps it to the extremities first. Then to the organs. Then to the mind. The burden is there, but we cannot feel it. It will come back around. Someday. When we hurt the most from not hurting. When the herd is thinned. When group-think thinks not. The tank gets drained. Karl Marx had it wrong. Happy (not religion) is the opiate of the masses. Thoroughly amused we have lost the missing Ekon. Amused, we cannot see, the next iteration.