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How old were you when you found out orgone was real?

What of the war of all against all? With no evidence, almost everyone assumes that such a war would exist were it not for the state. I am so glad you asked! The advent of chaos upon the ostensible collapse of the state is not evidence of the contrary. For what is the machine of the state if not the aggregate of neurotic characters who must repress biological spontaneity? So in these cases, although the macrocosmic state has collapsed, the state within is intact. Since awareness of inter-somatic libidinal economy is repressed by the historic character, nonverbal indications of hostility or the lack thereof are illegible in times of so-called anarchy. This promotes a paranoiac shoot-first-ask-questions-later attitude. The folding of the macrocosmic state now exposes that the people have been alienated from animal political economy. From a characterological perspective, the state represses the war of all against all and this is of course the position of Thomas Hobbes. Similarly, when the internal state, viz. character structure, loses its facade, the antisocial pulsions whose libido was formerly consumed by its superficial mannerisms must surface. However, we must remember that these antisocial pulsions themselves repress fundamental eroticism, the default parasympatheticonia of the organism. Their actualization is then a misdirected divestment from an unnaturally prolonged sympatheticotonic anxiety. In short, repressed anger felt towards whatever agent inspired this cathexis becomes apparent by virtue of characterological deconstruction. When characterological defenses of the masses are externalized onto the state, it follows that the state’s dissolution unearths repressed dispositions: the war of all against all.

ONCE UPON A TIME

Mothers were sitting at water springs,
dancing, singing,
gently caressing their children,
guiding them into the currents of Life....
Ocean waves gently rushed
at beaches of a peaceful world....
Men and women drank the joy of Living
from the movements of their limbs
and their melodies into the eternities.
Children’s laughter sounded
in exuberance of voices
filled with gayety and delight.
Joyful glances in young men’s eyes,
regleamed in smiling faces
of maidens gay with love
and drunk with youth
in tender bodies.
Suddenly ....... a howling....
What a jowling!
Never heard and never felt before,
uninvited, perpetrated....
It was the plague that penetrated:
Stiffened faces,
Falsehood’s grinning,
Tired arms and deadened loins,
Weeping cheeks and dulled-out gazing,
Hardened backs, polite in bowing;
Bodies bare of love,
Wanting bare of will,
Longing bare of sensing,
Fighting bare of victories,
Martyrdom of marriage torture....
Moaning, Groaning,
Children’s screaming, agonies....
Murder, misery and crooked thinking....
Cowards’ gallows and parades,
Marching, medals, rotting corpses;
What a scrambling idiocy,
hunting, tripping, nightmare fooling....
Woe to Men
a million fold....

I didn't write this but I didn't want to make a new thread for it. Its by Wilhelm Reich

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