Meditation on the Car

From my primitive critique of the anthill, it would be logical to roll out buses everywhere and completely eliminate the issue of personal cars, relegating them to niches reserved for the elite, car enthusiasts, and those traveling to the middle of nowhere, where not even 100 people live. But for some reason, personal car travel is the absolute norm from the perspective of urban development. Sure, you can offer silly explanations like elitism, but the elite aren't enough; two-lane roads are enough for them. You can also argue that it's family or business transport. But moving furniture requires a Gazelle, and the idea of ​​building workers buying cement by the bag is absurd. From a family perspective, well, I was a kid, I rode a lot of buses, both to school and later around the world. And normal people don't need a fucking car. Stopping by a lake and having sex in a tent would be a typical use case for me if I had a car. But almost no one does that. It makes no fucking difference whether you take good public transportation or a car. The argument that a car is like an apartment and a bus is like a communal apartment doesn't work unless you live in the car. A bus will also stop if you need to pee or puke. You can stay in the intermediate city if you want. In short, there are tons of degrees of freedom and a million times less responsibility. The driver assumes all the driving and the risk of an accident. In terms of personal freedom... Well. Again, I'm nuts; I would drive at night. But others do. No one drives at night, I checked, the streets are all empty. So, what about replacing ambulances? Again, that's a super rare thing, and it's fixed by normal ambulances. For example, in my city, there are normal ambulances right now; I called someone on the street, and they arrived in about 7 minutes. (No, not at night after an epic fight, but during the day for a different reason.) So: cars aren't justified in any way, economically or in terms of freedom. The elite can raise taxes, put more buses on the road, buy a bunch of whores and cocaine with the savings, and party on yachts for an extra month a year. So the explanation lies in psychology. What's the main thing a car does? It restructures the psyche. It alienates the legs. That is, you stop perceiving your legs as the default mode of transportation. I rode scooters for a while and recently noticed that if I continued, it would make sense to stop at a certain place for a bite to eat. So, when you're on foot, it's a debuff to distance, but a buff to maneuvers. Like, a car is like a rook in chess. And a pedestrian is like a king. Next. A pedestrian is an anarchist. For a pedestrian, the only real obstacles are fences and walls. The extreme limit for lawlessness is a small fine for jaywalking. For a driver, the road is a gigantic set of rules and absolute control. Cameras are everywhere, filming your license plate. And the fines and the likelihood of getting them—well, if I drove the way I walk, I'd lose my license. And I'd have to fork out the price of a car. In short, the main reason they force this kind of luxurious poverty on us is that driving is like living in a totalitarian dystopia. It's incredibly mentally devastating. And it's mentally devastating even for those who have made it a little higher and can afford a car. A bit of occultism. It seems like a car is the opposite of a bus. In fact, it's the opposite of walking. All things being equal, it's a real opportunity to save yourself an extra 100-500 meters. And on the road, your real enemies are drivers and pedestrians. So, walking is always an opportunity to escape. To maneuver. An insane number of degrees of freedom and the habit of using them. As occultists say: there are no chakras in your legs, sit on your ass, we'll raise your kundalini. There are chakras in your legs. Qliphothic ones. And to activate them, you need to walk, not sit. Walking itself is a practice of dark magic. Well, if we understand light as sitting at a desk and working endlessly, and darkness as getting the fuck out of a labor camp. Actually, that's pretty much how all occultists understand them, although they don't reflect on this interpretation.