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# Greedy Resentful Crazy
- URL: https://www.bramadams.dev/greedy-resentful-crazy/
- Published: 2026-04-11T07:10:07.000Z
- Updated: 2026-04-11T07:10:07.000Z
- Description: and ive probably been all the others at some point too
- Author: Bram Adams
- Tags: on having no head - harding, creative-coding

> We have grown down, not up. Instead of being present and together with the stars - and all things under the stars - we have shrunk away and withdrawn from them. Instead of containing our world, it now contains us - what’s left of us. And so, reduced from being the whole scene into being this tiny part, is it any wonder that you and I find ourselves in all sorts of trouble - if we grow greedy, resentful, alienated, frightened, defeated, tired, stiff, imitative instead of creative, unloving, plain crazy? Or, in more detail:   
> Greedy - as we try to regain and accumulate at any cost as much as possible of our lost empire,   
> Resentful or aggressive - as we seek revenge on a social order that has cruelly cut us down to size,   
> Alienated, lonely, suspicious - because we morbidly imagine that people, and even animals and inanimate objects, keep their distance from us, are aloof and stand-off-ish: and we refuse to see how that distance folds to nothing, so that in reality they are right with us here, our bosom companions and intimates, closer than close,   
> Frightened - as we see ourselves to be things, at the mercy of and up against all other things,   
> Defeated - because working for this individual something is making sure of failure: the probable end of even our most “successful” enterprises is disillusion, the certain end is death,   
> Tired - because the building and maintenance and constant adjustment of this imaginary box for living in, right here, uses up so much energy,   
> Stiff, solemn, unnatural, phony - because we’re living from a lie, and from a lumpish, inflexible, predictable, petty, limiting lie, at that,   
> Uncreative - because we cut ourselves off from our Source and Centre and see ourselves as mere regional effect,   
> Unloving - because we shut all others out from the volume we imagine we occupy, pretending we are not built open, not built for loving,   
> Crazy - because we “see” things that aren’t present, and actually believe (contrary to all the evidence) that we are at 0 metres what we look like at 2 metres - solid, opaque, coloured, outlined lumps of stuff. How can our life and our world stay sane if their very Centre has gone insane?