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The Wind Smells Like Freedom

Morning is coming... Go and wake the sleeping ones.





It is no longer five minutes to midnight. We no longer need assume that there is no time to stop the new world going to shit. There is an opening. We need to flood into it.

Look around. Take a deep breath. It actually feels more like five minutes to dawn.



We are not in a moment that is marked by exhausted routine protests that speak for no one and speak to no one. The common enemy -- the oppressor -- is neither unchallenged nor unchallengeable. It is instead rocked backward, confused, bewildered. Furious even.

The question is not how to force the discontented out of the metagame, but whether the forces of boredom may be forced out of power if they pursue that course.




For so long, all of the things that leave players wanting to weep at night: the numbing global poverty of the game model itself, the painful loneliness of atomized non-communities, the routine discarding of both the old and the young, the endless wars for dominance, the tiresome dreams of global empire, the ravaging of our finer sensibilities, the manufacturing of ignorance, intolerance and bigotry, the casual daily brutality toward beauty and reason — all of these things have seemed untouchable and permanent.

But a different day is approaching. One where we can increasingly see and act in in startling ways, with rippling new impact. Ears perk up. Sights are raised. The pulse quickens. We recognize the faces of others — once unknown to us — animated and awake with a common spirit. The powerful look discredited and vulnerable.

Yes, morning is coming…. Go and wake the sleeping ones. The future is arriving.







The hope of a radically new e-society, where e-capitalist-imperialism is utterly transformed, is far from exhausted. Indeed, such hope springs from every pore. The wind heralds a coming storm.


For a mood is afoot. One that produces revolutionary movements and a new generation of militants dedicated to a new truth process. Thoughtful, radical and discontented players who felt alone and isolated — suddenly realize they are legion. Allies emerge out of shadows, attracted by the flames erupting on the e-street corners.

New networks congeal almost overnight. New thought jumps from player to player, morphing in each passage, adapting and refining. The forms of expression shake off the old and exhausted. A new generation invents its language from the messaging in the air.

Let’s embrace the possibilities within the new.









Breaks from the commonplace -- those odd dislocations in routine -- reveal what is already moving into place, and had long been building. And that revelation transforms everything — especially because we all see it together, in common, and recognize ourselves in that picture.








Be indignant! Be relentlessly impatient with this criminal system.

And be lovingly patient with each other — as we find the common language to act and transform the New World.

Listen for the new.

Grasp the truths that have so long been hidden and denied — but that need to be delivered from centerstage.

Forget your party label. Ignore the tattered old banners. Let's reinvent the past along with inventing the future.



Let's gather round the new campfires of resistance and change and seize the high moral ground (a precious position to hold), and never give it up. And let's be aware that e-nerds with old agendas will always be coming at us to snatch that ground away from us and portray us as fools, or dupes, or barbarians at the gate.

The change we want is about taking the accumulated wealth, technology, hard work, science, and connections of a complex global e-civilization — and finally (finally!) putting it into the service of us all, including the very least and previously powerless among us. It is about the e-voiceless suddenly speaking, and the e-wealthy suddenly becoming silent.

This is about e-power in the most fundamental sense.



Why not just invent a new economy altogether?


We need to rip the zombie hands of the dead past from the throats of us all. So we can breathe, perhaps for the first time in our e-lives. And so we can change the whole direction of the new world.

The freedom we want is not the individual license promoted by smug ideologues (the freedom of “up with me, you suck”). Instead, we need to seek the freedom of players, together, to shape our common world — an ethos of mutual caring and solidarity. That is the freedom (the ability and possibility) that comes when new power wrenches everything from the very few and turns it over to the many.



A revolution starts in ideas and mutual recognition. It then moves to the terrain of power.

We have a glimmer of how empires break up, and how armies start to unravel. They don’t die on the battlefields, at least not at first — but in sudden re-allegiances of the young and the awakening.

We cannot “save e-America” — we never had it to begin with. But we can take over our own e-lives, our own New World and our common future — wrenching them away from all zombified forces.









This potential for liberatory movement is not about some concept of “America” anyway.

It is global — because our e-society, our future and our game are all global. Every contagious wave of discontent with "the way things have to be" is about who will shape this beautiful game world as a whole. And we cannot allow that to be diminished and corrupted by slogans of "America First" or "America Only". The e-revolution is global, or it is nothing.

The old dreams promised each one the ability to climb up by climbing over the others, scrambling over their misery. The new dreams can be about a global community of mutual flourishing among players — about preferring community and human dignity over the sale of humanity and the trampling of nations.

Let’s go for the whole thing -- for a complete rewrite. Let’s go for the future itself. Let’s save the only e-earth we have. Let’s aim to wipe out completely the poverty of the many and the suffering of the abused.







Here at dawn, let’s envision the day we want, and make that revolutionary vision the center of debate, for once, and perhaps from now on.












Happy Belated Groundhog Day.
Looking forward to Spring,

PQ