the parasite sits in your brain stem, at the base of the neo cortex, it is immensely intelligent, but it's biological imperative is survival, and in order to do this it must inhabit the cellular structure of the human brain stem. it's part fungi and part insect, entering the body as a spore, the spore finds its way to the brain stem, where it attaches itself. then it starts to grow, spreading into the whole neo cortex and also the psychic centres where it starts transmitting messages to the sensory system, right into the language symbolic regions, the place where new ideas form. it's insect qualities is embedded in the hive mind it generates. it sits as chrysalis form until something some where flips a switch and activates the next stage in it's development,
you could be driving along, listening to the radio, making love to your wife, fucking a stranger you picked up in a bar, down the cereal isle at the supermarket, in the dentists waiting room, when it hits you, like a bolt out of the blue, the form takes shape as an idea. imagine that? an alien invasion in the form of a meme.
yes you believe this is true, with nihilistic precision you understand everything is a lie. even that, the truth is a lie, nothing means anything. everything is just a genetic imperative to survive. the meme has infected you, it wants the host to shut down, to remain depressed, in darkness, for spores and fungi require darkness, damp landscapes, bleak environments to grow and spread, a metaphorical environment for optimal growth.
note: the largest living form on earth is a fungi network that spans three countries. now it's spores have found their way into the central nervous system of 7.4 million individual human units.
the units themselves are the depressed zombies, hell bent on self destruction, annilitation and the sadistic pursuit of power struggles and control games, the battle for the mind.
you're sitting in a transportation device and a woman you seem to like a lot, snaps at you for no apparent reason, it's irrational and somewhat abusive but that's what she does, there's no context, it's personal and hits you deep for she can never understand the depth of your sensitivity to her. what the fuck, you think, processing quickly but your battling in your own mind, weighing down the options correlating the information available, the logical choice is to strike back, deep and hard. for every force remember there is an equal.
'look you arrogant spoilt bitch, you don't have the experience, skill, insight, intellect or humility to even comprehend my reactions to your abuse so either sit down and behave reasonably or keep your judgments and controls embedded in your tiny little mind.'
for every force there is it's equal and opposite and you understand the implications of such a response and chose to keep silent.
this is the battle of the mind. you win that one but the war is never finished, on and on it goes as the enslaved zombie masses relentlessly destroy, hurt and corrupt becuase they are terrified of love.