The Devil in Divine Robes

We have sold our souls and become slaves. No exclamation sign is needed here as a punctuation, for the established truth is we have lost  our sense of individuality to hang our heads in shame. In fact, we have proudly become shameless.

We have sold our families to the corporate giants, who determine our welfare, our sense of wellbeing, our sense of individuality, and, even, how to use our intellect.

We stand in supermarkets and willingly submit to the subtle commands issued by what is technically called strategic positioning. We have filled our homes with industrial junk. We have brought ourselves down to abject intellectual poverty.

We have let our needs, wants and desires be dictated. We have sold ourselves into a modern slavery of industrial abuse. We are proud of our material wealth and forget that we have, as human beings, gifted with the wealth of intellectual discrimination between the good and the bad, come down to the level of subjugated animals.

Our eyes are blinded by the glitter of apparent givers of happiness. We are not satisfied with the largest television on the shelf. We need bigger ones, shinier ones, more expensive ones. We need the most expensive cars but we are not ready to pay for food. We are ready to eat the mass produced rubbish sold for a pittance.

We are ready to spend hours in the office, while our children spend their time with electronic devices. These devices are the new substitutes for parents. We have come of age to decide that unthinking devices can replace the love of human creatures.

Men have impoverished themselves. They seek their definition in the most expensive suit! A well dressed man? That man’s existence is defined and determined by the corporate tag that hangs on his prostituted frame.

Women have sold their identity! The feminine charm can only be defined by the jewels that come the most expensive of industrial giants. There is no feminine charm, only a gross advertisement.

Gone are the days of men that revelled in intellectual banter. We are in the age where the proverbial masculine strength of the mind has been sold in the brothels of industrial prostitution to effectively market high class products that rob the poor wretch of his individuality as a human being

Gone are the day of bra burning feminism. We need, today, more silicone balloons and saline bags that turn the feminine breasts into voluptuous bags of disproportional baggage.

We have forgotten that our individuality and our beauty and our charms are not in the external hideousness but in the inner beauty of human simplicity that we are throwing away so foolishly.

We have forgotten that our happiness can never come from external objects. We need to realise that happiness is in our very self. We need to go into our own self to access that happiness and not out into the ridiculous world of materialistic nonsense. If we do, we are going to grasp only the idiocy that can verily put our souls in fetters.

We have brought back slavery but in an apparently beautiful costume. The devil in divine robes is here. Shame on us and that includes me, too.

© The Rebel 08.11.2014


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