Cubed furniture and my own ignorance

 Ikea has something to do with the moment I realized that I am brainwashed. 

       In a book, a Northern indigenous boy sees a large, cubic Stone structure. Seeing the straight lines, he deduces the presence of a white person at one time.

      I stopped. To me, straight lines, cubic or prism shapes feel like the default of built structures and many other built objects. The rudimentary abstraction of a cube, having straight lines and as many 90 degree angles as possible sets the basis for what I mentally consider a basic building. 

       This is not the case for all of humanity, now or ever. 

        I relate this to Ikea, because whenever I think of the way Scandinavian design has taken the World by storm, on one hand, I know my thoughts and feelings are that it looks nice. But on the other, quietly, my awareness of this feeling reminds me of my own biases, my own ignorance.

        Perhaps this inclination to be so unnerved even by small proofs of my own ignorance, is why I have a more recent times considered myself a Type 5. 

        Because ignorance is slavery. I do not want to be a slave to what I do not know, I do not want to be a slave too ignorance of truths. 

       The scariest part is knowing that I already am; to an unknowable extent am a slave to all the lies of omission, to all of pretended history, to all the false frames I have fallen for that shape the way I perceive the world around me. Even the lies I fell myself. I don't always know what they are, but of course they are there. 

        And perhaps this is a link between knowledge and understanding and freedom that I have never explicitly voiced, but has largely governed and motivated me in many aspects of life.

        We are all slaves to something. But our of everything, I would most like to be a slave to a loving universal God who reads hearts and values spirit and truth as much as I can.