The tranquilizers of modern life are wearing off the
protagonist in Fight Club, and he’s beginning to feel the cosmic
suckiness deeply. He’s tortured by his cruel job that weighs the value of human
life against the company’s bottom line. Desperate to wrench a purpose from the
offerings of McCulture, he tries to find happiness in possessions. -I flipped
through the catalog and wondered: what kind of dining set defines me as a
person? (The next shot pans his apartment with IKEA catalog prices and
descriptions showing beside every piece of furniture in the room.) He longs to
be someone else, someone who is free. On one of his many business trips, he
muses -If you wake up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake
up as a different person? His torment is beginning to affect his health. He
can’t sleep, and in the great American tradition, asks his doctor for a pill to
fix everything. Instead, he's given a different prescription: tuning into pain
instead of avoiding it. The Tyler character is a rogue guru and with the perfect
disciple and when the narrator loses all his material possessions and move into Tyler’s
pigsty he has renounced worldly comforts as much as in a cave. And he does make
progress. He increases in confidence and awareness: "the cries of the
men were the tongues at a Pentecostal Church, and every Saturday night we were
born again; we were redeemed." The scene where he decides to leave
his job is as funny as it is shocking, and will resonate with anyone who's ever
felt trapped in a soulless environment.
"You're not your job. You're not how much money you
have in the bank. You're not the car you drive. You're not the contents of your
wallet. You're not your fucking khakis. You're the all-singing, all-dancing
crap of the world".Watch the movie /see it again, -its about the spiritual journey.
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