Its quite interesting that in a sense you are an aboriginal to this world.

In a sense you are no different than your neighbour, the governor, the queen or the pope.

But long, long, ago someone claimed the uncharted territory by sword, in a time of lawlessness and savagery.

And now you must obey by those rules.

If you picked up a sword, you’d be imprisoned.

Your ancestors worked all day, to have shelter, food, safety, and maybe maintain and build a strong community.

Now you work all day and you own nothing.

You actually OWE.

Your community and neighbours don’t know you.

Your shelter, that you’ve worked so hard for, is made out of dry wall and compressed wood chips held together by glue.

The food you eat . . . is it food?

Your wife? Your husband? Do you love them? Do you even like them?
Do you respect them? Do they respect you? Do you enjoy your relationship?

Do you enjoy this life?

The things you buy, the plastic, the junk, the useless objects and decorations. Is it worth the money? Is it worth the pain?

You’ve been tricked.

No land, no money, no time, no choice, no freedom.

We must abnegate.

Reject.

Reject MODERNISM.

Escape MODERNISM.