Of Map and Territory
The Map is not the Territory,
and if the two disagree,
we will take this insult,
this egregious injustic,
to be the fault of the malice of the Map,
and we’ll work with a will.
if the Territory conformeth not
to that which we see, marked on
our maps,
plain as day used to be,
before we got rid of it—
if it lacks that level of sheer decency,
it deserves what it gets.
hammers,
pick-axes,
shovels,
earth-movers,
sonic displacement,
dynamite;
that which exists,
the shape and features of the Land,
they exist on sufference,
whether or not they are aware.
The Land was here before,
and now it’s ours,
and none may take it from us,
and it is to behave,
behave, do you hear me?
We trust those who made our maps.
We trust those who sold us our maps.
We trust those whose maps we revere.
The Maps tell us what is there;
the actual territory,
the ground we tread,
the soil we plant,
the roads we build,
these things are not real.
If they’re not on the Map,
they’re hallucinations.
Surely the worst hallucinations are those
you can see, hear, feel, fall into, climb
out of, touch, smell, sense, understand.
What would happen if we believed
that which we experience
instead of that
which we were told?
There would be contradiction,
cognitive dissonance,
challenge.
We might not know what to do.
But if we believe the Maps,
we know,
we know what to do.
We turn where they turn. We cross bridges
where they tell us to cross bridges.
If there’s no bridge, we curse
the bridgemaker,
order that village disappeared,
change the Maps ourselves.
Or we just
leave the village
off the Maps,
and it is
no more.
If anyone tells us
that they’ve seen people,
livelihood,
even a whole village
somewhere
where the Map
shows none,
we take them off the Map,
as well.
The rough ways will be
made smooth,
or removed,
whichever comes first.
In fact,
eventually,
one can save a lot of effort,
and valuable time, time, time
if one no longer partakes in
the treacherous world
of the Territory.
What is there, out in the Territory?
The Maps describe the World;
we need see it not.
the Maps can be altered, changed,
with a few strokes of the quill;
and if one sometimes need have them re-drawn
altogether,
does that not make one a Patron of the Arts?
Why go out into the World,
the wicked World,
to measure What Is against what is described?
Think on it, and you’ll realize
that they physical world is blasphemy.
Does not all sin arise from the physical
tempting the spiritual?
How, too, then,
must the so-called “real” World
find its apex of temptation
when it asks you to weigh its so-called
‘truth’, what you think you experience
with your treacherous senses,
versus the stark and beautiful
actuality
of that
which is
on
the
Map?
The Map is not the Territory;
there is no Territory,
it’s all Map,
and to say otherwise
is death.
And so, none question the Map,
and the Map is accurate,
and any discrepancies
are the fault of
traitors.
We’re surrounded by
traitors,
monsters,
for how else could the World ever
seem,
even for a moment,
unlike how we describe it?
But slowly,
we will erase the traitors,
erase the monsters,
remove everything
which disagrees
from the Truth
as we know it,
and then,
nothing will challenge
our Truth,
our Map,
our certainty
of how the World
Is.
The Territory is dead;
long live the Map.
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