Pygmy Hut Architecture

By Zen Punkist

“Man is a giant forced to live in a pygmy hut.” - Robert Anton Wilson

Chaos creates the defect which creates government, because we are all equal and capable of equal value to the universe. The creature that does not see his own value to the universe resorts to hiding his self-assumed inferiority out of his self-imposed paranoia that we will tear him to shreds. This poor sick creature hides himself from us behind funny mirrors that he’s installed everywhere. These funny mirrors are law, language, and conditioning that always make us look awkward to ourselves. We get sick from the images of our distorted nature being bombarded at us with various associations for us to pick ourselves out of – a buffet line of identities if you will (or for your will). They build hierarchy as an optical illusion to trick us into accepting their superiority. It is the weaker – the defect of our species that aims at controlling his fellow man. Do you see the pygmy hut?

The people on top worry that they will be displaced by people who surpass them. They devise little trips & traps to keep that from happening and keep the hierarchy in place. Rather than focusing on advancing to remain competitive, they focus on binding the giants around them with barriers that mask each individual’s potential. This trend disrupts our natural evolution as a species. Consequently, we destroy ourselves as our technologies advance more rapidly than our consciousness & aptitude.

How do they sell us into believing their superiority? Simple, they give us inferiors. How to keep the masses employed beneath the force of your whims? Just give them their own little smaller worlds to control. Give little rulers little empires so they can't see that they are slaves. We're employed within these meaningless microcosms that have us focusing our energy into net zeros rather than focusing that energy out towards impacting the macrocosm. Focus on your job, your family, your sports, video games, pets . . . your little chances to subject smaller things to your will. Whatever it takes to direct your mind away from the bigger will that you're blindly serving.

The pygmy hut also seeks to barricade us from each other. If each individual awakened to his magnitude, and masses of giants awakened like Swift’s Gulliver, imagine what they could do together? They must keep us separated before one giant whispers to another, “why are we following this incompetent fuck?”