On the Wings of Hope: Prose (Recognized)

Mass-media

Mass-media!

And that's – almost an order. Almost a command not subject for disobeying, which internal muck becomes obvious only after the N-th telecast.

Mass-media! It's the order to cease thinking, stop trying to comprehend vital life transformations, occurring around you, the order to live some other's life, burning invaluable moments of time in a fire chamber of senseless and ruthless monologues with a screen of your unsurpassed TV – unsurpassed in the art of fooling the soul of human.

Mass-media! And here you are, sitting on a sofa after a next, certainly, heavy working day, incorporating all those fetid streams of information, which media "gods" have decided to present you this time as a sort of universal spiritual breakfast, dinner, and supper. And where would you be nowadays without their immense generosity, what would you know, of what could you have a talk with your fellow workers?

Mass-media! And here you are living in a state of constant fear. Fear to go out of doors when there are so many gangsters, murders and rage swirling around. Fear to give birth to children, because – well, certainly! – you would prefer to "enjoy life to the full", and the new foreign car stands in the list of your priorities so above your own son. Fear to truly love someone, having no dread of the possible lawsuits. Fear to assist another because "by the good affairs...", and present earth law doesn't encourage initiative. Fear to oppose tyranny of the chief, because if you dare to delay a payment under the credit at least once during nearest decades – you can cease to remain even the conditional proprietor of the apartment in a mortgage that you have taken because "habitation is a profitable business", and due to extreme human greed can only rise in prices. Fear to become the one not favorable and fashionable, fear to return to you bright, original and pure...

Mass-media! And the next saving stressful injection has already started spreading in your organism.

Mass-media! And whether it's really necessary to think and argue on something when it has been already done for your sake? Food of facts is digested, fertilized by chemicals of expert opinions, structured, classified, prepared and packed into a convenient television box, from which evil spirits of modern times will teach you of what is good, favorable and expedient – in compliance with their own vision. And do you really need yours?

Mass-media! Truly, that's so pleasant – to relax in front of your TV's screen, having forgotten of a huge bag of stones of your nonsenses, which you have been dragging for all day long on a back, feeling no desire to get rid of, for something greater than feeding on these media is required for that purpose? It gives your torments a short time-break – to see how someone another is suffering even more. Nice spiritual antibiotic, yeah?

Mass-media! It's practically a diagnosis.

Mass-media! And here you are climbing a fake Olympus, which has conveniently sunk in a swamp, in a hope to be shown in other same boxes. For some unknown reason, it seems to you as a greatly significant and important moment of your life – probably to have yet another topic for yet next chit-chat with your fellow workers? Are you completely sure in your desire to get into a crate ahead of time – and in which one, exactly?

Mass-media! A perfect tool to create heroes from mediocrities and to mediate heroes.

Mass-media! The more, the better, yes? So that you will totally lack time to think of something really significant, to make something truly valuable... Perhaps, a convenient justification of own unwillingness to look widely and deeply? Socially legalized possibility to remain an informational consumer, without doing a single step for own growth.

Mass-media! A drug. A way of rejecting yourself, a way to flee from a reality, which you are too lazy to alter.

Mass-media know what they are doing. Do you?

28.02.2012