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Death of Ideology in a Bipolar World

It often happens that a person doesn't discover a single idea in a life time. A few discover but does not keep it for long in practice. Only rare people discover some path breaking ideas and give everything to it. In previous statements, I have presupposed the meaning of idea. It is psychic or spiritual, remains active in the mind, which may be practiced externally through individual conducts or social transactions. It's strange, but true, that we, the human species, are the greatest processor of ideas. Yet, do we invent anything new or are we processing or consuming the information as a good consumer?


What is a better hallucination than being remained as a prisoner of ideas without knowing from where it is coming? Do we have conviction upon the ideas we are processing as information? Do we believe in any single idea or every practice is just a symbol for a moment to thrive? If answer is yes, in that case, why do we have suspicion about each and everything? 


Law has been conceived fundamentally upon the suspicion that people are not supposed to be believed. Religious practices are lost in empty rituals amidst fear of sin and damnation or in anticipation to achieve salvation, this worldly or otherworldly. Science is worshiped as a god of intellect and  that feeling and emotion have no place in a rationalized sphere of knowledge. Music, painting, cinema, and literature are loosing their value amidst the crude competition and the logic of market, whereas market is deciding which art form is saleable and preferable. Rights of parents, children, husband, and wife, etc., are being invented to create a legal relationship within family under the suspicion that primitive cultures were exploitative and only law as a modern tool can be emancipatory for exploited. Every institution is primarily based upon less conviction in ideas. Institutions are developed as a quick fix solution before a new problem is ready to knock the door. Can we say, then, that we don't have conviction in any of these ideas we are processing or consuming like a good consumer? Reason could be demonstrated that ideas are not invented with convictions, rather these ideas are kept for a practical use, and once the project is accomplished, the idea dear to us is dumped in a dustbin. 


The post-ideological society is a structure without value; friendship without faith; profession without care; business without concern; relationship without empathy; love without compassion; education without value; life without love, and what not. The death of ideas has been proliferated into symbols, empty inside but ornamentally packaged so to find its values in the market. The best managers are rhetorically sound and practically clever to manipulate the moments into hypnosis. The enchanted culture of medieval age is not dead as claimed by sociologist Max Weber, instead it was transformed into "celebratory prudence" of modern man, dancing over a meaningless songs, mechanically and unconsciously, without feeling anything, however, expressing everything. A great soul like Lao Tzu was afraid from unnecessary expression. Silence was the chief virtues of eastern civilizations in ancient time, which crumbled when human being began to take their existence seriously, guided by the idea of mastery over nature and over fellow creatures. The victory of ego laid down the foundation of "expressive society", which is thriving in the "age of anxiety". In the modern age, the time is being sold in the market for empty pleasures. In such a fantastic time, do we have ideology then? Answer is implicit in the question itself. I believe, a true ideology doesn't need a drummer to propagate it. It can live its moments eternally like Upanishadic wisdom.

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