Social Witchcraft and the Secondary Life.
This phenomena has been around for as long as man has been able to communicate his ideas. This is not a historical reference guide to imagination. What this is is the idea that once exogenous forces; either through language of action or language of thought, entered our lives as human beings, we have slowly been (over time) dividing our mental lives into various bits and pieces. From the advent of machinery through the age of enlightenment man has become more and more reliant in time to the development of his mental life.
From the first books inked off the first printing press to the television and computer world of today there is a marked difference in the way we people interact in our everyday lives. There has been a rush, a boom if you will that has taken from us; in many ways which I will identify, our capacity to intelligently make decisions that have not already been made for us in some way by some thing (people included).
The influence of television and movies have made us feel small in reality; and for some large in their secondary life which we all harbor inside our minds to varying degrees. This life is separate for all people yet combined in miniscule parts for small groups of people who may share that satisfaction of a mutually agreed upon version of inaccessible unreality or The Secondary Life. LLc 98.2
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
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