Our unhappy, addicted, ego-driven condition has become not simply the source of our own unhappiness – that was bad enough, but now it’s the source of great discomfort and dislocation for all life and Human Society on the planet.

We are out of control. We are basically severely addicted to things and can not stop ourselves.

And we know or we should know that there is not enough petroleum, heavy metal, so forth and so on in the planet to give all the thing addicts all the things that we know they must have in order to be happy.
 
I’ve been thinking about this a lot – and at first it seemed to me only a metaphor – this phrase: ‘Culture is your operating system.’ Well, what’s wrong with the operating system that we have? Consumer Capitalism 5.0 or whatever it is?

Well, it’s dumb, it’s retro, it’s very non-competitive, it’s messy, it wastes the environment, it wastes Human resources, it’s inefficient, it runs on stereotypes, it runs on low sampling rate, which is what creates stereotypes, low sample rates make everybody appear alike when in fact the glory is in everyone’s differences, and the current operating system is flawed, is actually has bugs in it that generates contradictions.

Contradictions such as we are cutting the Earth from beneath our own feet. We are poisoning the atmosphere that we breathe. This is not intelligent behavior. This is a culture with a bug in its operating system that’s making it produce erratic, dysfunctional, malfunctional behavior. Time to call attack.
 
Very important to upgrade your operating system by dumping obsolete cultural subroutines. They are simply taking up disk space, they are not advancing you in any way what so ever. And it’s from that position, a position outside the cultural operating system that we can begin to ask real questions about:

What is it mean to be Human? What kind of circumstance are we caught in? And what kind of structures – if any – can we put in place to assuage the pain, accentuate the glory and the wonder that lurks waiting for us in this very narrow slice of time between the birth-canal and the yawning grave.