Bastante Solipsis Marquez chilled. He saw the situation for what it was. The old world was dying, the new was being born. Now was the time of monsters. Someone else said that, but Bastante couldn't remember who. It was a good line.
The world crashed. The Aquarian age squirted out. It was gross, and fabulous all at once. Good things and amazing things were drowned out in the din of awful and terrible things. Hopes and dreams were crushed again and again forevermore, in an eternally damning cycle, but perseverance was as instinctive as shitting and after every soul-smushing letdown came another irrationally exuberant sense of hope. The darkness was truly terrible to behold, but the brilliance was too brilliant to deny. Doot dee fuckin doo.
Bastante stayed back. Soon, all too soon the truth would be revealed and he would be exposed. It was tense. He smoked a lot of weed. Too much, some would say. But it kept him removed from the drama. At least that's what he told himself. He meditated a lot too, of course.
...the Government. Like a Kafka novel, insanity itself had grabbed power. Bastante saw it this way-
In the ancient and timeless relationship between yang and yin, there is an undulation wherein yang expands and yin contracts. Yang is competing with yin, and winning! Or so it seems. Yang competes with yin, who cooperates. Yang wins, and consumes yin, and expands yang, and the harmony and the beauty of the relationship is lost, and the dance turns into a war.
Power Over as opposed to Power For. Competition competes with cooperation, and wins. In the short term, at least. In a fear-based world of insecurity, the impetus to grab power comes from the desire to hold power over others, whereas coming from a love-based place of confident faith leads one to share power for the benefit of others. Yang had seized power over yin, and yin shrank and dried up, and yang expanded and consumed, and yin withered and withdrew, and the Government ruled as a Power Over the People rather than a Power For the People.
This hierarchy of power is unsustainable. The Pyramid of power, if you will, arises when people seize power for the purposes of power over others. This is an unsustainable civilization. A pyramid in which the base supports the pinnacle but the pinnacle exploits and consumes its base is a civilization that erodes and ultimately loses its base. For the pinnacle of the pyramid - the ruling class, the class of privilege - to sustain itself, it must support its base. A truly sustainable pinnacle must evolve into a Torus of power, wherein the top of the power pyramid exists to serve others, and in doing so cascades power back down to the bottom, revealing Power used For people as a more competitively sustainable civilizational model than Power used over people. Thus does the pinnacle of a torus-modeled power hierarchy nourish and enrich the very base upon which it rests. A power hierarchy still exists, and the ruling class still exists, and privilege still exists, but privilege is correctly perceived to be a responsibility, the responsibility of serving those less privileged. Serving others makes us happy, and yang was happy to serve yin rather than consume her.
And so. Government was undergoing the usual revolution, and power used over people was being taken back by the people, to be used for the people. Yang had over-expanded, and found itself without enough fuel to keep consuming. Empire was collapsing, as Empires do.
Empire was a power-over civilizational model, which made it unsustainable and destined to collapse. Bastante could smell the wreckage and stayed clear. It was still too soon to reveal himself. The power-for model was up and running too, and although National Sovereign Republics were under siege in all corners of the world they were standing their ground and finding unlikely allies in one another.
...The Republic. Bastante Solipsis Marquez believed in it, and fought for it. Like a phoenix being born from its own ashes, the Republic was rising again. Bastante poured his life into its rebirth. Empire was consuming itself, and warring with all the republics of the world, but the republics were doing better than empire was, as one would expect with the Aquarian age splashing around. Imperial Fascism was a terrible monster, with tentacles and fangs and central banks and nukes and entire 1st world armies as weapons, but the power-over model had failed to serve its base and in doing so had lost its base, and so Imperial Fascism was collapsing as the global republics cheered. In the long term, cooperation is more sustainable than competition. The world was being freed.
But the collapse was grotesque. Imperial Fascism was not merely decadent but inhumanely cruel. Everything from trafficking in children, weapons and organs to infertility vaccines, nanochip-brainwashing, and manufactured famines. Empire was culling the herd of the old and the weak and the poor and the vulnerable and the noncompliant.
Yet those noncompliant republics were ever so noncompliant. In the long term, competition competes with cooperation, and loses. Slaves of empire yearn to live in republics! Yang consumes itself, while yin endures, and the war of competition ends in a dance of cooperation. The world would soon know peace, and be on its way to sustainable civilization. Gardening and meditation would soon be the twin pillars of public education.
Hasta la victoria siempre. Viva la revolution!
