Today's entry will be a brainstorm that goes nowhere. But first...
The obligatory image
Here's the next page from my book of 305 Drawing Prompts (the previous page appeared with yesterday's entry); the prompt for this current vision was "Eggs frying in a skillet".
Dear diary,
Here is what I keep hearing from those who find themselves at this present point in spacetime:
“We have no privacy… the big tech companies have taken away our privacy… they are abusing our privacy… I want my privacy back…” (these fragments of text are copied directly from comments shared on The Bluebird Network — they were posted publicly, so I am not violating anyone’s rights by stealing intellectual property for my own selfish gain) “…they know every detail about each of us, whereas we know nothing about them: they can listen to us thru our phone or even turn on our device’s camera and watch us anytime; and altho they are funded by our tax dollars, We the People cannot even review the budget of these agencies that provide such spying services — now if THAT ain’t ‘taxation without representation’ then I can’t differentiate between a hole in the ground and my own etc…”
This Invasion of the Privacy Snatchers episode sounds pretty scary, so I ask myself: What can be done? And I answer: I don’t know. Then I say to myself: Well if you’re forced to live in a world that grants you zero privacy, then is there a way that you can align your will with that, so that you might learn to tolerate this state of affairs or even desire it? And I answer: Maybe; for there are certain things about myself that I do indeed wish to share, or even flaunt proudly, before a congregation of bureaucrats.
So I keep this here journal, because I like to flash my thots. And, to all those folks above who were complaining about loss-of-privacy, I complain right back, saying:
“Look at me; I am trying earnestly not to hide but to broadcast the contents of my imagination, and to give up more privacy than anyone ever managed to lose hereto: for the tech companies haven’t yet figured out a way to read our thots, and I am a thot-exhibitionist: I desire to bare my full mind to all passersby; however, when it comes to intellect, the money has no interest (modern government IS the money, in case you didn’t know — I speak of my home planet: U.S.A.); that’s why one’s thots remain wholly private until one publishes them, as I am doing now; yet, once one does that, one’s thots remain in a sort of halfway realm, like purgatory, which is neither public nor private but a blend of the worst elements of both: your fancies now may be experienced by others, but this potential remains unrealized; therefore congratulations, you’ve fashioned a no-man’s-land: a Public-Private Diary, & not even the spy firms care to read it. (The assumption is that no one would volunteer anything truly worth knowing. This also explains the late resurgence of so-called enhanced interrogation techniques: for our betters want to know, desperately, not a single thing anyone’s willing to tell them.)”
Yes, look how stupid I am for thinking this way. I assume I’ve pulled one over on the Powers that Be, by blabbing so often and sharing my words; but then, all that the governments & tech corporations must needs do is ignore my Letters to the World and attend instead to my shopping habits; also my physical gallivanting — where I’ve gone and what I bought. Not the books or films that I want to advertise as Bryan-approved, but those perusals that are embarrassing, like when I checked out an automobile repair manual from our local library: I was only getting it for a friend, but of course the Overseers now prejudge me to be interested in car mechanics. Which is NOT the type of information that I want escaping into the public domain.
What I’m aiming to say is that there are different ways to divide one’s personal life; and it’s always a game of curation: a game of what info “makes the cut” and thus is shared with the outside world, versus what is redacted from public consumption. The problem that my friends above were griping about is that one cannot present oneself in diary format and claim THIS IS THE REAL ME; for the transnational tech bureaucrats will only arise leisurely and interrupt your broadcast for their Emergency Service Announcement:
“Truly, Bryan did not only read & watch & think the stuff that he includes in his untrustworthy report; he additionally read & watched & bought these other books & films & products, in fact he is more like We (the Powers that Be) insist on describing him than how he himself speaks about himself. Never trust the person who answers to the name Bryan Ray to portray his own character in his collection of Self-Amusements, when you could get the whole story – that is, nothing but the truth – in OUR OWN authorized dossier entitled Objective Reality, which we shall be marketing as an autobiography. Pre-order your copy now! And, for further reading, see our previous masterwork: The Gospel (according to various rumor-mongers). You should trust us alone, the Tech Priests, to compose and edit all scripture, for its authorship is too holy to be left to the masses.”
CONCLUSION
So that’s, I think, why privacy is so important. It’s actually not important at all. But we hate that we have no control over the way our own image appears to others. So we try to remedy our lack by pleading with our surrogate mommies-and-daddies in government (A.K.A. “representatives” — note that I use scare quotes in lieu of the prefix non-) to pass legislation forbidding the spy syndicates from stalking us. We might as well try to stop the angels of heaven from watching over our soul by threatening them with lawsuits. Do you think that God is going to hold back from ruining your life, just because you made it illegal to do so? God will simply pay the fine and continue unfazed. Evil is always above the law. For Christ’s sake, Evil made the law.
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