Cultural Marxism, by its very name, suggests destroying a culture by gradually undermining its sanity. To accomplish this end the Marxist must first aim at the degradation of long established cultural norms.
Eventually, a passive or quiet kind of mental unsettledness becomes the new norm. Moreover, there is no way to distinguish between sane and insane, even moral and immoral behavior. The intellect, itself, changes where it begins to inject emotions into what is meant and valued. Context is eventually lost inasmuch as the text, itself, becomes a jumble of implied contexts that require emotional filling.
But the degradation of an old culture cannot last long without its replacement by a new kind of culture. In this regard, cultural Marxism is only about the destruction of an old culture. The replacement culture for cultural Marxism may never emerge. In fact, it might be unable to emerge. One has to think along these lines: Is mental unsettledness self-healing/self-correcting?
It may even be possible to destroy a culture by making it insane in the guise of normal. But this insanity almost guarantees that it can neither heal nor correct itself. Instead, the survivors of the former culture must gather its remains together and self-awaken. It may take several generations to do so.
Buddhism cannot do this because those who have come to Buddhism are, sadly, too far gone to awaken. They much prefer meditational quietude. In this predicament, they are unable to get out of their arm chair or pull themselves up by their own bootstraps. Their youth is lost to them which is supposed to be a period of enculturation. Youth is certainly not a time for making a person weaker, or making a person insane which could be what is happening today.
Buddhism, and of course Zen, has its own particular form of enculturation. One is expected to imitate the awakened life. This does not mean that we are awakened. We are only expected to imitate this awakened life to the best of our abilities. Then, as in my example, you have to go off into the wild to live alone even meditating, as I did, in an old abandoned mine. The path, by the way, has always been intrapersonal.
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