Oh my! And oh
yours! This truly is a movie to watch with plenty friends drinking beer by the
gallons, I don’t believe that
I can write my recension about this cinematographic work of art. Anyway, as a
big fan of Fight Club, I find it incredibly difficult to understand how someone
cannot appreciate the beauty of the film. Maybe I am biased; Fight Club is a movie which
has impacted my world view so much that I have part of the script tattooed on my
brain for life. I’ve even made reference to it in my plenty of my thoughts and
as I’ve grown up, many aspects of the film which I had not even considered
before have come to my attention, peeling back the layers of what I believe to
be simultaneously the greatest fictional story ever told and one of the most
powerful social commentaries that a young man can learn from. Fight Club has
everything you could possibly want from a film and the thing that excites me
the most, is that it probably has even more that I'm yet to discover.
These things are
important because ultimately they bring inner peace to one’s consciousness.
Rejecting the
state comes naturally when you have total compassion and forgiveness for your
fellow man. A sane society would take
criminals and coddle them like children who simply didn’t know any better. We put people in cages and threaten people
with violence strictly because our identities are tied to the world of
form. If people truly put the elevation
of consciousness above the material, there wouldn’t be a state running around
threatening people over violations of property and person.
Material things
are nice, but does the theft or destruction of material property justify
violent responses by society against the perpetrators? If a child runs down the beach and destroys a
sand castle that another child was building, do we throw him in a cage over it? Of course not. However, if a man walks down the street and
breaks or steals something that took another person a few hours to create, do
we throw him a cage? What’s the
difference? The man obviously has the
same level of consciousness as the child or he wouldn’t have done what he
did. And society’s response is obviously
the same as that of the child who had his sand castle destroyed. Society throws a temper tantrum and lashes
out violently over the destruction or theft of “stuff”.
The realization that
the material isn’t important makes writing articles that ultimately revolve
around the improvement of material production to be a drag on my psyche. I can see why the Buhddist monks limit
themselves to a wood bowl and a tunic.
By rejecting material possessions, it prevents a person from identifying
themselves with the things they own.
Most people in this world derive their sense of self from the things
they own. You’re not going to see a
Buddhist monk pull out a gun to defend his wood bowl or tunic. Perhaps that’s why the monks have been
historically persecuted so heavily by statists.
The monks lifestyle represents the rejection of the reason to have a
state in the first place.
I watched Fight
Club again last night, but this time I saw the deeper meaning the author was
trying to convey with the story. It’s
actually a very deep movie that revolves around identification with form. In the movie, the narrator (Edward Norton)
provides us a detailed overview of his condo, where he goes into very fine detail
about all the possessions he owns and how they define him as a person; just
before he blows up his condo and starts squatting in a run down abandoned
building.
Consider some of
these lines from the movie:
Man, I see in
Fight Club the strongest and smartest men who’ve ever lived. I see all this potential
and I see it squandered. For crying -out-loud,
an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy
shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or
place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual
war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to
believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars,
but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
You are not your
job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you
drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis.
You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
We’re consumers.
We are by-products of a lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty, these
things don’t concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television
with 500 channels, some guy’s name on my underwear. Rogaine, Viagra, Olestra.
In case you forgot
the plot, ultimately it’s about blowing up all the credit card buildings in
order to eliminate the debt record. In
our debt = money world, such an event would not only destroy the debt record,
it would also destroy the money supply.
If you follow Austrian economics, you’ll realize that the destruction of
the money supply is going to happen anyways, no matter if the debt record is
destroyed physically or not. Austrian
economics also predicts that the debt record is going to be wiped out through a
debt default spiral, which may or may not be propped up by state sanctioned
money printing.
I’m getting
bombarded by signals from the universe which are telling me to stop caring
about it all, because it is all self-correcting. The material isn’t important, and what needs
to happen in order for consciousness to be elevated will happen no matter
what. As the narrator says, “It’s only after
we’ve lost everything that we’re free to do anything.” I’m a firm believer that society is about to
lose a lot of things that aren’t important, after which, we’ll be fare freer
than we are today.
Please take a
moment to click through and read the Tao Te Ching for some ancient insights
that relate directly to our modern world.
With insomnia,
nothing’s real. Everything’s far away. Everything’s a copy of a copy of a copy.
Socially conditioned materialistic life, the movie ends with the Narrator
coming home to his flat having been blown up and that's when the viewer can
clearly understand that the Deeper meaning of Fight Club movie is that we are
not the contents of our wallets.
More movie reviews
to come and one – potentially blaspheme but surely terrifying – about my
understanding of the afterlife we’ll
all experience, sooner or later.
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