I’ve been running into this word a lot in the last few days. Habituation equals conditioning and it becomes our personal signature. Habitat becomes habit. Who we are becomes a habit. A life lived in a box. For the Plebs of Attika it is the Imperial Ruling Thought that forces them into habits that rule their lives Would you rather wake up in the morning and know there is something truly on in you? Not just habits. What would that be like?
The Plebs of Attika are enslaved to their environment. They have a reality that continually conforms to the Pleb mind. What could they be thinking? Would you want a reality that mimics the maniacal, circular thinking of your mind? Feeling, attitudes, environment. Repeat, repeat, repeat . . . every day. The same old, the same old . . . habit.