So, about the pickle we find ourselves in. This isn't a dead end, as there's no real trap when we deal with human stories, which are mostly make believe constructions spiraling in every direction. There are no real danger associated with the work of imagination. Unless it leads to sacredness, which is when a frivolous story is taken too seriously, when a fictitious invention is interpreted as reality, as really happening, in present time like the news, in the past as for sacred books, or in the future when we decipher prophecies. You see, most people deal in reality, as they can't picture themselves outside their finite day to day boundaries. They do yearn for escaping it, with all of their soul. As we all do. But we can only get there by proxy, through dramas and make believe storytelling happening outside ourselves. As much as we want to, we cannot consciously become part of what isn't perceived as real. Because for the average person, blending reality with imagination often leads to perdition or insanity. Or so we believe.
In the end, this pickle, it's like being trapped in molasses, forever and ever, amen. Right now, we're at the mental illness stage of our reality trap. Like we need someone, or a substance, to keep us either separated from or in symbiosis with what we often call the supernatural. For anyone clear about what we really are, this represents a formidable opportunity for manipulation. Just labelling something as dangerous or unsafe, and telling people about it, suffices in moving the populace one way or the other. If the label is credible enough, people will fall for it and we'll all fall behind. This is such a giant blind spot, so easily exploitable and actively exploited, just mentioning it puts the perpetrator in the danger zone, at risk of instantly becoming an active target.
Think of seemingly abnormal people, witches, revolutionaries, rebels, basket cases, communists, retards, feminists, union leaders, leftists, mentals, liberals, then more recently, those believing in conspirations, all in that order. Not mentioning the religious, these are all labels being apposed on people daring enough to seriously blend reality with what could be, therefore menacing anyone armed with labels and profiting from arbitrary separation. First separation according to perceived normalcy, then separation from one another. The only way out is fiction. Get under the super mega wide fiction label, and you can say or do anything. That's where we put fantasies of all kind, from talking dinosaurs to flying toasters, from stand up comedy to space exploration, from shamanism to homeopathy. And beware would be adventure seekers, moving just one thing outside the fiction bin may require herculean efforts spanning multiple generations. So this whole rant just to say you're actually just reading some fiction writing.
Evidently, if we turn the pickle upside down, we can see this is all for the greater good. But it's not anymore, and this whole charade have to stop. We have to stop it all, as this is more than enough already. As it makes us vulnerable from anyone armed with labels, which were never easier to print and hang everywhere in human history. So what's the alternative? There's only one way out of the pickle, and it's to personally grow. Synonyms are to blossom, to evolve, to progress, to advance, to improve, to mature, to refine and to get better at things. Put roughly, we have to stop believing anything anyone has to say about anything or anyone, we have to refuse control from others, and we have to start listening to ourselves without chemical filters.
From there, we need to make everything understandable for anyone. Labels and norms need to move from obfuscated, arbitrary and complicated to obvious, replicable and easy. Laws and regulations need to follow the same route. The notion of profiting from maintaining any occupation has to be correlated with the quality of living such occupation provides to the maintainers, meaning toilets need to be cleaned either by people loving piss and shit, or people earning the highest compensation for the unpleasantness, or by robots. You get my train of thoughts, don't you? Remember, this is all very fictitious, or hang me now.
So... I can already hear you screaming at the infeasibility, the impossibility of such an evolutive scaffold for us all to step on. And of course you're right. The vantage point is not for everyone, and even the competent few among us profit too much from the status quo, so we're kinda doomed. The rest of this story will just continue, moving along the intrigue about what might happen if the machine gets a soul. I wouldn't bank on that. And even if the future proves me wrong, that's no way to evolve and grow. That's my final opinion. Over and out.