Who is it who knows asks what is next? What’s next is a guestion asked by a person who is seeking to escape a prison, who has some ego need, who feels driven to solve a problem they still imagine the tools they use, system inculcated tools, can free them. What’s next is what comes after the death of hope there are any answers and the realization that questions, profoundly important questions that are vital for a seeker to ask have no answers. With that realization comes collapse, surrender, resignation, realization, freedom, no? All existential questions are asked by prisoners of systems that are not real. These systems are the unexamined sacred cows we imagine give life meaning, that when questioned by real seeking disappear. The self that asks them is not real. The self that is when that program dies is the answer. It is your true being. That being has its own aim, on earth as it is in heaven, but we are way way ahead of ourselves, no? Are we not you and I still stuck in the system? I know nothing. Why would I be someone to ask what is next?
I like the notion of heaven on earth. It’s even part of a much uttered prayer, but how would I know what heaven looks like? What if my notion were actually a path to hell?
So going back to the beginning, when I talk about how bad of an idea a 50-year mortgage is and how a better solution would be to build more affordable housing in places people want to live and enact significant restrictions on owning massive amounts of housing stock for rent-seeking, I am inextricably bound to the existing problems in terms of of responsibility in that I have not fixed them. There are no answers within the system, no cure to these ills, the system itself is the cause of the problems. It is a prison which cannot be fixed from within.
Because I am a prisoner of and worship the system I cannot have a rational discussion with anyone about alternatives to the system; we are all prisoners and worshipers of the system. Only people who recognize that they are prisoners have the potential to see the system for what it is. Even with such recognition and acceptance I delude myself into thinking I can escape using the tools of the prison itself, that I can find answers to vital, existential questions. I need to cast off all hope that there are any answers whatsoever. Once I realize there are no answers I experience collapse, surrender, resignation, realization, and freedom. The system is not real and neither is the self that I think I am, rather when the system dies for me my true being remains. After everyone else has had this same experience we will be prepared to say what is to be done about society.
All that being said we're all still trapped in the system and thus cannot see what is possible outside of it. All we can say is that solving real-world problems within the system does nothing to truly help anyone, we're just rearranging the deck chairs. Talking about larger societal issues or making decisions about them is pointless, effectively arbitrary, might as well roll some dice and make decisions that way. We can scream and cry all we want about the best ways to improve society, but being blind automatons we merely sustain the system in spite of ourselves.
I dunno. I encourage you to continue to follow your path and keep us apprised of your progress. I will probably continue to talk about things on this forum, vent, opine, reprimand, congratulate and so forth. In spite of the fact that no posts on this forum, individually or collectively, have ever resulted in substantial change to society, I enjoy reading them and responding occasionally.