Life Is — a Metaphor for Misery

Life is a five dimensional representation of a symbolic idea presented without commentary or support notes

Most of us are in a hole. A hole being dug in an undefined material, because its name is unimportant, it is the Raw Stuff of Life. We convert it into whatever we need.

Now imagine two men, any two men will do, men because, men tend to stack the deck so they are both the Miner and the Owner, the Worker and the Boss or the Nation and the State.

One stands at the bottom of a great pit, digging at the Stuff of Life. For him, the sides of the pit are all he has ever known. He knows of the Sun but only sees it for an hour a day, when its directly overhead at lunch time.

The sides are decorated with badges to his accomplishment; being good in school, doing well in college, great exam scores, achievement awards in his vocation of choice. Images of his success fill his mind, fleetingly, longingly when the days get hard and the nights long, he remembers how much he gets from this and how his family needs him to be strong so they can move up the sides of the great Pit.

It’s only from time to time the Worker looks up and remembers there is anyone else in the world but him. They don’t have anything to do with his life, so he mostly doesn’t see anyone else, their needs, their beliefs, their ideas as all that important. People near him may show up in his immoral calculus, deciding who can get him to his next place in the Order of Things.

Meanwhile on the other side of the Hole, directly across the Metaphoric Barrier to a vast hillside with at the very top, a mansion of splendor, however you imagine opulence in your mind. A villa, a Tudor, a vast island entirely to yourself, This House is His House.

The Owner. The Master. The Overseer. The Governor. The President. The Tsar. The King. The Emperor. The God-Emperor. Hell, sometimes he imagines; he is the God.

He looks out across all he surveys and deems it good. His world is perfection. Because if it isn’t or should his opinion change, his world transforms according to his will. Invisibly, except for the flash of light which might indicate a servant has performed a much needed task…