Archetypes

Given the absence of any absolute or universally accepted system of valuation, all struggles seem to come down to archetypes competing in impressiveness. Anything one believes is rooted in archetype, not to falsify any belief or to say beliefs have no relevance, but in as much as one believes in it. Certainly I feel that I take a lot of heat for this simply because my beliefs are ‘uncommon’, and anything uncommon is more emphasized as being archetypal when it is no more so than common things that no one gives a second thought to. Everything is an archetype and everything comes down to one’s tastes.
‘A bunch of Nazis doing the Sieg Heil’: it’s a powerful idea. ‘The small person trying to bring down the big person’, or… ‘the big person crushing the small person for personal gain’: they are both powerful, but which is gooder? And according to whom? ‘Someone that will look for flaws due to a preconceived notion that these flaws are there’, and ‘someone that will overlook flaws and overlook similarities due to preconceived notions that something is different’… which is gooder?
Ahh, the psychological experiment, that’s the final word on a lot of things. There was the obedience to authority one. There was the pseudo-patients in a psychiatric hospital one. There were serious ones and less serious ones and ones that journalists do that can really piss you off because the tests themselves can be extremely biased. Some of these can ingrain themselves as powerful archetypes, although the archetype itself is what’s powerful and rarely do you find exact parallel situations as these in your life, but mostly all kinds of variations. Above all, you always want to set yourself as ‘the one conducting the experimentation’, as that is a less powerful archetype, due to the strength of ‘the subject of the experimentation’ archetype. It’s all so much bullshit.

My View

A single light penetrates through this tremendous darkness. What can I say, everyone knows me everywhere, and everything I do is almost completely shunned in any official way. A psychiatrist, if hypothetically invited into my life, can take issue with the first part of that on its own, but the second part is very peculiar in its proportions and one that dismisses it can’t help but sound to me like they are there for a purpose. Everyone is going to do what they want anyways, and the more I try to get anyone to notice anything, the more inventive and determined they become to bring down the great beast and prove it contemptible. Or to honor it as their god, either way to do away with it.
In my perception, it’s a game, and there’s a team. Certainly that doesn’t mean things are simple, and it wouldn’t be very effective teamwork if everyone was always doing the exact same things at the same time. It’s a relatively rare occurrence for that to happen, although it does sometimes, in situations where such a thing would be peculiar. For the most part things are too complicated to be put to words though.
Oh yes, and there’s always the politics. A great deal of my life understandably has to be devoted to those tedious aspects that come along with all the glory and benefits of being famous. Sometimes it even seems like there are only those aspects, and that I’m treated like I’m famous without being acknowledged as famous. Anything I attempt to do is furthermore contextualized in accordance to some network of relations, and praise comes at times when I manage to appease everyone equally. If I don’t appease everyone equally, I betray the collective. What I want is not what I want and what I think is not what I think. I can breathe, work, laugh, frown, only when the collective gives the green light.