Off Grid is a Myth
In the realm of electronic entanglement, off grid is a myth. A story we tell ourselves to humor the internal escapist—the version of self that doesn’t want to take responsibility for the horrors of reality. This was a hard pill to swallow when I first had the epiphany. It was easier to romanticize utopia than to face human brutality unconditionally.
No one wants to strive to be on the wrong side of history.
And yet, we—humans—are guilty of having a savior complex. It is why Christians worship the idea that Jesus died for our sins. We are programmed to believe we need some other to fill the lack. But imagine how different the world might be if society focused on forgiveness instead of rightness. Compassion instead of judgement. Personal accountability instead of projection.
But thats the real issue,
isn’t it?
Serenity takes work.
Real fucking work.
I am speaking from experience.
Doing the work is how I realized that off grid is not a place, but a mindset. To quote myself: “Resistance is futile from the belly of the whale, where we can’t be sure the who or what we are resisting.” That is the contradiction of globalization. Electronic entanglement has us enmeshed. It’s why, even in the middle of nowhere, satellite reception can still exist.
So I must update my terminology to reflect the reality of my current situation—and stop sucking on the tit of an outdated fantasy because there is no such thing as off grid.
Google earth has made that clear.
Moving forward, off grid will be referred to as deep grid.
I define deep grid as void living—the empty space in the simulation. I define simulation as the enmeshed field: the grid that electronic entanglement has framed society within. And I define society as all of God’s people living on planet Earth—because electronic entanglement holds no bounds. Globalization already consumed us.
Thus, in the key of John Cage, I recognize the deep grid as silence—not an end, but a condition birthed from enmeshment. In Cage’s performance, he sits at a piano and does not play a sound for four minutes and thirty-three seconds. The audience almost immediately becomes restless. The absence of music ignites the room: a melody of discomfort, heavy breathing, shifting bodies, and a miscellaneous hum consumes the space.
Silence, in this context, becomes a contradiction—redefined as sound we are not present to. It is therefore silence that has the capacity to find holes in the grid. Silence reveals the unknown.
Because here’s the real kicker: electronic entanglement is a copy of what already is.
And what already is, is infinite.
Why else would humanity recreate it? It was our only means to attempt the illusion of taming the untamable.
Thus, by diving deeper into the grid, I surrender to the unknown—to the in-between. And from the void, I will rebuild my multiverse. My supernatural sanctuary for k[n]ot art and mysticism. To hold space for the unseen.
For you and me to breathe.
To be.
