On Our Prisons and the Love of Sci-Fi
One can do almost everything today, in this free(?) world, but as long as one does it the same way everyone does: in ignorance of style and different interpretations of reality, and in correlation with the same assembly line that kicked it’s first experiments with the beginning of Enlightenment.
As long as we’re trying to ignore the multi-cultural world (which somehow reinvented itself both for academic and commercial use at the same time – talk about a sell out), it works fine. In face, it works perfectly, creating Nationalism, Holidays, Axis Mundii and other Brands of “Culture” we experience. But it does an idle job in creating freedom to move to other sets of thinking, only enabling options for choosing our place on the line – if we even have that option. I apologize for sounding Marxist, but it is a classic case of Class in Itself. Think about humor – you cannot understand office humor if you’re too far away from being in an office. And it can kill one’s humanity, IMHO.
And that’s one of the reasons I love sci-fi so much. Say what you will on “one cannot fathom experiences one didn’t had have”, but at list sci-fi writers are trying. “We’re not telling people what to think – we’re just trying to show them how” is a classic Joss Whedon/Tim Minear (who is one of my TV heroes) line, but it’s far more than that. SF/F is an exercise to the mind and the spirit, and a constant reminder that another way of life became so far from mind it’s got to involve aliens (if you don’t believe me, just look at the debate over the health reform in U.S.. One minimal change in the assembly line, so much fuss).
And we sanctified that assembly line, and it is our prison. But I still hope that one can escape from it with embracing another style of living, because unless you start your own society on a desert island, one cannot change the line.
Maybe that’s why I find Twitter and other social networks of the same kind so boring. If you bothered so hard in creating other sphere of existence, why duplicate the same structure into it, instead of inventing something better?
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