In the Age of the Imbecile, the average person’s notion of self—to the spectator’s amusement—is subjugated to a definite expanse of space and dimension. It roams through and about their entire body (in addition to their outfit and selected array of accessories), yet never into the upper cavity of the skull. That is a designated conflict zone, according to the International Association for Imbecility Preservation (IAIP), commonly referred to as ‘no junction of self and brain’.
The contemporary person is unequivocally a self-enhancing entity, at a physical level.
Everyone has fitness goals nowadays, for instance. There are those who seek to lose weight. Others who wish to gain weight. And, there are those who made themselves a promise to devour whatever edible substance comes their way. Accompanied with an ever-changing (following the shocking principle, or so they say) exercising program, all of them seek to boost their physical condition—attain that physique, they’ve always desired—contributing to one’s self-improvement.
With respect to ‘perceived’-aesthetics, it is enough for someone to take a 15 minutes stroll to figure out how plastic surgeons drive supercars and live in ridiculously astonishing penthouses and villas. The demand for their services is insane! From head to toe, one has to select a spot—and with little research—they would easily identify a plastic surgery particular thereto. Almost everything about our external appearance could be surgically modified.
Finally, we come to outfits and accessories. On a second thought, let’s not dwell into the specifics relating to outfits and accessories—lest we unintentionally communicate certain preference towards specific tastes. Nevertheless, the point has to be made: both men and women utilize their outfits and accessories as a nonverbal outward projection of their internal character.
In fact, one cannot help themself but marvel at the extent to which ‘the average person’ cherishes all those things, and how they hold them inseparable from their identity, or self-image, in an inviolable manner. That is not to mention the infinite time, energy, and money presumably ‘invested’ into such things under the pretext of self-development.
What does that ‘average person’, in the Age of the Imbecile, make of the brain?
Has it ever occurred to them that the brain is the locus of our existence—our gateway to the corporeal world, that is?
Everything in our bodies—including our vital organs—with the exception of the brain [emphasis added]—is replaceable with absolutely no threat to our ‘self’ and ‘self-consciousness’. The same applies to our outfits, accessories, possessions, and social status. All of them are ours, and we remain ourselves throughout their alteration and/or replacement.
Contrariwise, James would no longer be James, should his brain be replaced with someone else’s. That figure, identifiable to the public as James, would be whoever the person to whom the transplanted brain belonged, originally.
It is strikingly ironic and sad how people would never miss the opportunity to neglect the development of their own brain, all the while exerting tremendous effort at improving every other thing they ‘perceive to be associated’ with their self. Conspicuously, they fail to observe the immutable truth that once the brain is gone—they are no more—notwithstanding everything else remaining the same and in place.
