Garish Cybernetic Control Arms: the celebrity

"And do we not all work and toil for such a cause, our fate?"—of these gifts bestowed, which we still celebrate as muses?

Celebrity:

The origins of the word celebrity mean "solemn ceremony."

An act of celebration; a rite, a ceremony; a commemoration.

An observance of ritual or special formality on an important occasion.

"Fame," or "the state of being busy or crowded."

Did we not pray for them? Did we not imagine a God who would grant us such blessings? To bring a child into this occulted, gaslit realm, elevated above the others as a King or Queen—or a tyrant—at what point does it become necessary to make a statement from the soundboard of an assumed self… ever?

Do we not receive all that we need by shedding the falsified self, the ego, and allowing the good to channel through us? Can you name a single incident, time, or era that is truly manifest from the truth? Yet, undeniably, you can name countless eras repeating folly and chaos, directed by unspoken details—the devil.

The truth? Ironically, you would already know it well. That somehow, this talent—whether academic, athletic, musical, scientific, or linguistic—was fully given to them, downloaded into them. The irony lies in the fact that we all, foreseeably, celebrate this origin— Perhaps more scientifically, a folding of amino acids from a left-hand path with an exvitory aromatic signature designed to incite response or repose?

In fact, we take it a step further: one who is taken up by these muses, these Djinn, is hailed as a "celebrity" and celebrated thus. They appear in interviews, stumbling over questions of origin, time immemorial, spitting out scripted answers.

Ah, but I am the spoiler, as you all throw stones to point me out—trauma bonding, age-old Stockholm Syndrome passed down through epigenetic portals and re-embodied in flesh—the code.

What would justify such a proposition?

To lay down exotic, designer genes—finite and ephemeral—like choice birds from an arcane, archaic nether realm… Did these not, in the end, become dinosaurs, adapting only to survive?

Perhaps among us are those who lack principle—who neither uphold nor pay homage to duty and care, to principles themselves. Suppose these talented performers are, in fact, mere products of disruption—forcebots, if you will. They do not apply principle from its foundation but seem instead to operate as downloaded constructs—telomere-corresponded data streams—the talent itself showing no tracks, no respiration, no nervous system point of origin—no life. Could it be reproduced? Yet only passed down as a curse. That you would stand above others [men] for no better reason than to willfully and willingly work as an agent provocateur incarnate—the true Judas.

Codified files. Downloads. Nodes and clouds of cybernetic control arms.

Thus enters the entertainer.

Who gave this person leave?

Ah, the celebrated celebrity:

The most influential academic analysis of this process has been Horkheimer and Adorno’s.' But for them, celebrity and the star system are simply "a cult of personality," in which the star deceptively stands in for the potential of the masses. This Frankfurt School analysis, however, ignores the very active role that audiences play in the creation of celebrities, for which Hollywood still functions as the most complex example.'

Many academics follow suit, delivering answers that defy understanding—miraculous gifts, perhaps. But to what end? By what means was this temporal knowledge obtained and repurposed?

We celebrate the form, mistaking it for something removed from the kinetic chain. Yet, stepping back in disbelief, we see that this "indigo child" is nothing more than a delivery mechanism. There is no true essence, only the regurgitation of downloaded information and the all-too-willing submission of the so-called subject to process this aetheric data into the carnal.

How proud are you of your daughter or your son? That they should selfishly and shortsightedly make your name shine among the inmates—earth’s inhabitants?

The truth lies beneath a mechanism of cybernetic control arms.

How does one acquire knowledge that does not trace back to a central core of thought and expansion—i.e., Pure Principle? Truly, I ask you.

The information was merely downloaded—a backhanded delivery, a hollow transmission.

And yet, an entire academic structure has been crafted around this process—a quasi-system designed to mask the method of delivery. And you, slave—are you proud? Or are you too blind, too shortsighted, to see?