subject i wish to express is feeling , and taboo,
pockets of experience and potential have been shunned away and censored ,
normal, healthy, satisfying human experiences when deomnized by darkness, become perversions, phobias, obsessions,
i want to think a bit about the idea, that it used to be sinful to dance
and you could not express happiness, or joy, you were supposed to be solemn and sad
and i want to think a bit about how, we have a lot of freedom, even if there seem to be laws that contradict and severely limit it, these laws are not possible to truly inforce,
but there was a time when our culture was very suppressed in its soul, too,
there was a rampant materialism, and veneration of plastic values,
things that had no intrinsic use except that, in the wake of their excess, few profited from the exploitation of the minds and energy of many,
this is still happening,
in order to even remotely balance out the sheer rampant material idolatry, a rEvolution in consciousness happened explosively in the “sixties” ,
and what was taboo was now then, by and large within the availability of all,
widely permitted,
and this permission created a wave of new age thought where it was widely permissible to be interested in the soul, and in finding truth, but it also opened pockets for darkness and exploitation to occur on the other side of the moon 
in that overindulgence in what was once taboo caused sensitivity to be atrophied the other-wise-way-around
but
without art,
and with mandatory rules and regulations (censors) , about what art is, and isn’t
people are left looking at a fake plastic tree, and asking it for oxygen,
and being very surly and rude to people that insist, either with great fierceness, or calmness as a reaction to this obvious debacle,
that real trees are the only source of oxygen
if so many people, become dis-eased, by society
that society must make pills, in order to keep itself from falling apart,
then should society persist in its current manner?
where and what is the satisfaction that makes the heart soar and feel alive,
and how can this happen if one is living a ritualistic life, vicariously, for the few, to take from the many ?
and how does “God” fit in with this ?
the unreal, plastic God, is obvious to those on the other side of the yang,
but is their yin, God ?
is there , one ?
now is the right thing to do, to become medicated, be chippier and jolly, and be as the seven dwarves easily off to work ?
because the mathematics do not support continuation of this process, there are so many casualties, including our seas and skies, let alone our spirits,
and the crux of the issue is Quality, as far as i have read and learned,
for it is Quality that is Honesty that is Goodness,
which is that, a tree is more beautiful than its plastic replication,
and the story of the Emperor’s New Clothes
a very vexing issue furthermore is the sheer relentless perversion of the minds of youth through popular music and how readily emotional patterns and thought-forms can be calibrated in order to elicit future reactions.