A few winners toying with the idea of One Size Fits All. It is called The Great Reset. This is where we will all get the same medicine everyone else gets, regardless of our symptoms. We will all get the same uniform, regardless of our esthetic. We will all get to have a baby regardless of our sex. Not really, but that is the current story.
“And you get a penis, and you get a penis and you get a penis!” Game show hosts ecstatically dole out body parts for all. We will all have the same identity regardless of who we are. And we will get to eat the same bugs as everyone else. Ain’t equality grand?
Just like the so called “free size” or “one size fits all” dresses that don’t really fit you, modern political actions are not going to fit most of us with the comfortable tailoring we may prefer. Neither are the religious dogmas that declare that my one-god club is better than your one-god club.
“Everyone has to say it my way with my words, or else they go to hell, they lose, they are losers.” Being right has become very popular and owes much to the decline of modern civilization. Why is that? In a competitive society, losers are unloved. Problem is, there can be only one - winner. So most of us are indeed, losers.
One size. One voice. One world order. There was a day when I thought a global consciousness would be a marvelous way to conduct life. It seemed reasonable to agree on the basics with other people and just live together. Spread the joy! Why not?
One size fits all is not a standard size. Some One Size dresses are larger or smaller than others. The yellow one flow nicely, but that blue one is too tight in the bust and the sleeves were too short. Body types vary. Individuals differ. That one size dress is chic on Sally but it looks like a feed sack on Sue.
Same thing with beings. Put a Zebra suit on an elephant? Garish.
Why is it that the leftist hippies of old, who espoused diversity, are now hell bent on censorship and obeying government edicts? Does aging bring on an insidious fear of novelty? Or is it the fear of the ultimate disconnection from society, death?
A bedsheet is one size fits all. Just drape and go out to any event. Were Togas elegant or just convenient in their day? Forget diversity, and individuality, and self expression. Put on your sheet and go get your sex change operation. Now. Just do it.
Who is calling the shots? The winners? Who are they? Do you know them? Are they are in your back yard, eating grilled meats with you on the weekend? Prolly not. Most likely, the winners who are designing your future uniforms are unseen and unknown to you. They most likely travel to eat smoked meats with their close friends, on private jets.
They may own bug farms and thousands of acres of farmland, but I am not privy, because I am a simple loser, just like almost everyone else alive. Just a regular normal loser, making clothes that fit me, by me. I live in this body and I know exactly what size it is. I know my curves and bumps. I make hats that fit my own head.
In the world of yin and yang, irony rules.
Yin attracts and swallows Yang to create a version of his vision.
He disapproves.
She destroys and reconstructs.
He cannot create or destroy, only envision.
She cannot invent, only construct and repeat.
Together, the Two make many others.
The One doesn’t create anything alone. That is a lie. A myth. A fantasy.
A one god. A one size fits all dress. A world government.
The original sinful thought of Modernia - The One.