It used to be when someone said “perception is reality” they were describing how an individual’s interpretation of reality informs their perspective, thereby being acted upon as if it were reality. But this phrase has now become postmodernity’s event horizon — in it’s complete abandoning of any meaningful context. Because for the postmodernist “perception is reality” has been codified, now being embraced as literal. Welcome to the world of the self-identifying culture!
This phenomenon has left many of us scratching our heads, wondering exactly how we arrived at this place. But in ordered to retrace our steps back to where we took the wrong turn, leading to this absurd leaping off point in believing that those suffering the self-delusions of dysphoria are to be unquestioningly accepted as whatever they declare themselves to be – we must first understand the failures of modernity that precipitated such a disavowing path as postmodernism.
Modernity began as an honest investigation of our world of wonders, only to devolve into a denouncement of the mythology and mysticism of religious belief. As a systematic deployment of the scientific method, it hoped to discover enough empirical evidence in a material universe to solve all of the ontological how questions – hoping to finally unlocking the question of why we exist . . . the fountainhead of all purpose and meaning. But modernity turned out to be nothing more than a bloodless reductionism of everything that makes life worthwhile – love, beauty, and significance. So instead of the panacea hoped for, it had reduced everything down to the mechanical pragmatism of survival – which for the most part proved to be a sterile unsatisfying philosophical position, intuitively rejected . . . only to usher in the postmodern era.
When this latest iteration of Babel’s Tower fell, the swing of the pendulum back was not unlike a detoxification – as the arrogance of the intellectual elite was exposed for its obsession with the false God of a material universe. But as it picked up momentum in the other direction, Postmodernism began to reject the notion that truth and reality could be definitively comprehended, and that the perception of truth and reality was a far more practical pursuit. Given such a malleable and amorphous state, reality would finally yield the purpose and meaning that best suited our culture de jour – because it was a purpose and meaning of our own invention . . . a world created in our own image!
Now awash in a world of existential relativism, everyone is free to pronounce themselves whatever their psychosis will allow – and presto chango! They suddenly transform into whatever reality denying version of themselves they can imagine . . . and the rest of us are now somehow obligated to co-dependently accept their dysphoric delusions. This of course is reminiscent of watching children playing make believe, making up rules as they go along – which isn’t really so much about being logical . . . as it is about imposing will. But pretending can only last so long . . . eventually reality rips through this thin veneer, exposing the whole charade – revealing the unraveling threads of a devolving culture . . . and when history looks back on all of this self-delusion – it won’t be kind.
Knock the scales from my eyes
Knock the words from my lungs
I want to cry out
It’s on the tip of my tongue.