“Look, the insidious thing about these forms of worship is not that they’re evil or sinful; it is that they are unconscious. They are default-settings. They’re the kind of worship you just gradually slip into, day after day, getting more and more selective about what you see and how you measure value without ever being fully aware that that’s what you’re doing. And the world will not discourage you from operating on your default-settings, because the world of men and money and power hums along quite nicely on the fuel of fear and contempt and frustration and craving and the worship of self.”
The meta-narratives I was drilled on at uni always appeared as external forces; understanding them gave you a tool levelling critique of the world and society. Foster-Wallace’s analogy is better. Worshiping these narratives, sinking more of our time and personality into maintaining a tiny pocket of meaning, leaves us unable to see or feel or understand anything that sits outside of our own dogma.
We’re left swimming in an inescapable sea of ideologies, dragged unthinkingly into the blue, wondering what the hell water is.