I am daunted by art works that capture the rage essence that characterizes pre-adulthood. Moments before mass standardization of the brain are the most compelling to look at, especially because its chaos offers a glimpse of honesty.
Why are mainstream movies mainstream if people love an honest film, one that speaks to them at an almost spiritual level? Seems the only answer would be making a distinction between underdeveloped brains and evolved ones. But this is an easy answer. Yet how do you justify Disney adults? Maybe it’s like the argument “only people with a shitty childhood can become great artists”. Which makes sense. Healthy-childhood kids would become stale adults, not necessarily in the bad sense, I believe that conservation and innovation go hand in hand. But maybe they lack the will to dare, and it’s understandable. If I had a nice life so far, I wouldn’t want anything changed. I envy them, truly. So they watch stunning CGI accompanied by a generic plot and are like “this is nice”. It’s the same with teens. If I was a teen and saw my peers following random trends for no good reason, I would be in disarray. All this is reminder that rage isn’t just a teen attribute. I would even say, in today’s world, it isn’t a teen attribute at all. Rage is an attribute of people who have been disserved by collective agreement, not always intentionally, mostly by accident because just like they watch a shit-as-fuck flick and like it, they watch our situations and what their tiny ambivalent brains process is “this is nice”.
Rage dissipates entering adulthood by resignation (needs the money; attempts suicide; kills teenagers). With the end of rage, every wrong get worse. Rage is not a teen attribute, it just happens to peak there. And these people should be sponsored by a country that truly cares for them. They are the great story that needs to be told. They are the spiritual level. They are redemption.
