I’m writing this for the oh, I don’t know, 3.5 people who actually follow this blog (the point-five is a shout-out to all my spam bots out there!)
Godheval, obviously, is an alias. But it’s not just a name, or a hat that I wear, it’s a state of mind. One that is fueled by an intense amount of hyper-analysis, cynicism, and damn near misanthropy. I am idealist, and as such I have all sorts of lofty ideas and dreams for the world and its possibilities. Most of these are, and will remain mere dreams. I spend a lot of time talking about racism – particularly whiteness and white supremacy – because those are things that I regard as major obstacles to not just the social and political well-being of “me and mine”, or even all people of color, but all people in the United States, and elsewhere in the world as well. Yes, it’s that big of a deal.
It – the subjects, that is, not my talking about them – such a source of divisiveness, that it is enough to put at odds people who see eye to eye on just about every other political point. The big “R”, the big elephant in the room, that only some people have the privilege to ignore. But in a way, that is a privilege that I envy. It would free up so much of my brain space if I didn’t have to think or talk about this shit, ever. Trouble is…that would require it to go away, and since that’s not going to happen anytime soon, I need to free up my brain space on my own.
I talk about politics because, and in particular U.S. politics, for their ability to – quite literally – shape the world. But the more I talk about it, the more I think about it, the more I recognize it for what it is: a game of social engineering, thought engineering, manipulation. I don’t mean this in the woo-woo conspiracy sense, because it’s not as convoluted as all of that. It’s really right there, on the surface, plain as day for anyone to observe if they choose to recognize it. Democrats, Republicans, whoever – they’re all cut from the same cloth. That is, the cloth of the old, detached, financial and political elites that have run this country, if not the world, forever. I’m not talking about any New or Old World Orders, but rather something more abstract, a vein of thinking and behaving that has driven perhaps every person who has ever desired power. It’s what Machiavelli was talking about in The Prince – just the motions that one has to go through if they are to dominate others.
But these ideas – no, memes – are much older than Machiavelli. Those of us who are actively interested and even involved in politics are critical of those who are apathetic, who don’t vote, because they “neglect their own power” or whatever such nonsense. But the truth is, that whether they do it knowingly or not, the apathetic, the non-voters, have withdrawn themselves from the endless game – a game where the rest of us are mere pawns. I envy their apathy. And in burying my head in the sand of late, I have attempted to emulate it. Problem for me is that I care – about people, about society, about more things than I have room in my head or my heart to contain all at once. So the only way to fake apathy is to completely withdraw, to ignore everything that is happening around me.
While Godheval is an alias, and a state of mind as I say, it is also an integral part of who I am. But it is not ALL that I am. And the trouble is that Godheval is not too keen on sharing brain space. He dominates. When he takes the stage, it as the expense of my regular, more humble, and simpler self. The self that likes to spend time with his family, or write less cynical things, or watch funny TV shows, or to, quite simply, just “be”. Godheval is noise and rage and tension. And for the past few months I have needed some peace and quiet – not around me, but inside of me. Because Godheval is a part of who I am, it’s not like all that stuff goes away. Of course I still care, and of course I still have bouts of righteous anger, but by not engaging “Godheval” fully, I am able to mitigate all that noise and rage and tension.
Because it’s just plain exhausting.
So I hope you can understand, you 3.5 people (I know there are more, I’m just being a self-deprecating jerk) who diligently read my words and actually (really?) give a damn about what I say here, and who allow me to think that maybe it’s not all for nothing. I value you all more than you know, so I felt a need to explain to you this long-term hiatus of mine. Truth be told, I don’t even know when it will end – if it will end. It might be a situation where I occasionally tap into “him”, say my peace in a quick blast of noise and rage, then go back to my normal life, but only once ever three months.
I mean, the ideal would be to find some sort of happy medium – and I emphasize the word “happy” because ruminating on all this race and political shit also comes at the expense of happiness. If I could find some balance, some way to effectively compartmentalize Godheval and my other “normal” self, then maybe the productivity of each would not have to be mutually exclusive. I’m still trying to figure it out. If this blog falls into even greater obscurity as a result, then that is the price I will have to pay for my personal peace of mind.
So that’s my story. Thanks for reading it, and everything else, too.
Peace out for now.