"In the story, Omelas is a dystopian city of happiness and delight, whose inhabitants are smart and cultured. Everything about Omelas is pleasing, except for the city's one atrocity: the good fortune of Omelas requires that a single unfortunate child be kept in perpetual filth, darkness and misery, and that all her citizens should be told of this upon coming of age.

After being exposed to the truth, most of the people of Omelas are initially shocked and disgusted, but are ultimately able to come to terms with the fact and resolve to live their lives in such a manner as to make the suffering of the unfortunate child worth it. However, a few of the citizens, young and old, silently walk away from the city, and no one knows where they go. The story ends with "The place they go towards is a place even less imaginable to us than the city of happiness. I cannot describe it at all. It is possible it does not exist. But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.""

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We caught some of the republican "debates" recently. I'm not a cynic, exactly, in the sense of consistent contrariness. I do have an admitted bias towards a carnivorous interpretation of motivations, in that I see sharp teeth everywhere. By these meats wherefore we live, so our hearts therefore we give.

Politics (from Greek πολιτικός, "of, for, or relating to citizens") in 2011 in the United States is Entertainment. Now, I say this as an outsider. I do not associate with any political party or particular "movement." (tangent: I am interested in the co-evolution of technology and state power, what drastic variations on themes of control. What would a government be like that had total and unassailable information control? Fascinating or by design completely unremarkable?) I simply can't muster the suspension of disbelief necessary to identify with anyone who appears(in the true sense of apparition. More than an image, psyche imprinted in digitus.) on television. Agenda. Gleaming teeth. I don't believe salesmen. Unless they're very skilled and I don't realize they're salesmen until after the sale.

Change... happens. Unfortunate that most of it is not our choice. May have to look in to changing that.

What if you're wrong about yourself? What if continuity is an illusion, along with your common sense view of consciousness. If we are collections of competing impulses, warring factions, delicate ecologies of desire. Would it matter if you weren't real, whatever that means? Would it change anything? It should, I think. Self consistency is not enough. There is enormous resistance to this idea, even hostility, so of course curiosity is stoked.

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