The Slaves of Existence
The people of paradise
are the slaves of paradise. But not even the slave can be morally pristine,
pure of heart, even though the slave is a total victim. Who amongst us could ever have believed that the slave
of all people would transmit his own sufferings onto the other, and in the same
cruel and malevolent style as the perpetrators of his own diabolical torments
had done? There is inherent a seed of willful submission in the constituency of
man, and it is there to manage, to get a handle on, to face the catastrophe of
our existential conditions... but do not weep the story until the ending has
revealed itself, for therein is also a seed of heroism in incubation there. Man
has the prerequisite of heroism in him, but if a man cannot confront its
authority – be that an authority willfully submitted to or one tyrannically and
reprehensibly imposed – he will not amount to much. It has been said that it is
easier to reign a city than it is to reign yourself, and that seems to be as
truthful as anything can possibly be. It is not the hero which yearns for
authority but paradoxically it is the slave who does so, and this is a nature
of man.
The slave cries out for
freedom and for democracy, but not because the slave wants true freedom nor
true democracy, but because it is within the slave to be as content as a slave
could ever be, and slaves find their solace in authority: democracy,
fundamentally, is a cesspool of slave morality, and almost only the awry kinds
of people would aspire to utilize its concept and to paint his or her life
pictures with the brushes of it!
Only servants of slave
morality (with some rare and spectacular exceptions) would be willing to
exercise might over their fellow men, because no free man seeks or purports to
seek the complete dominance over others, this is existential thralldom in
itself, and not domination – the irony! The only righteous domination is the
domination of yourself and of your enemies. There is no solace for a hero in
controlling and subjugating his kin. Do not force yourself upon the neighbor,
the acquaintance, the strange commoner, but if they confront you wrongly or
incriminate you on falsehoods, make violence of them.
The man who wishes to
rule over men lusts after it in order to compensate for his own failure to rule
over himself. Whether the man is aware of this or not is a completely separate
question. Yes, slaves we all but the very few are, and we may indeed imprison
the petty criminal whose mind is great, and we may put on a pedestal the
tyrannical criminals whose minds are evil and sinful, and we do so because of
the freedoms of stability and illusory self-reliance they offer. Some sell domination
with democracy, others with totalitarianism. For the clear-headed individual,
these are just different degrees to tyranny and different styles to
collectivism, despotic fashions. Mere different stages of the Machiavellian
disaster. Both despotism and democracy corrupts the individual over time: in
the case of despotism, it takes a fortnight; nothing corrupts like tyranny...
in the case of democracy however, it may take a whole life, it will generally
be a much slower process, as if a poison growing in toxicity and in strength
with every false claim to autonomy the slave has the conceit to utter… and for
both cases it is a very truth that many people are captured by the lures of
their propagandistic machineries of indoctrination – and then they believe they
are truly free! But perhaps they are right... who am I to justly define the
tenets of freedom? Perhaps none am I to do so, but I have learned empirically
that, if taking freedom for granted, granted becomes only the curse of its most
hurtful and paradoxical aspects – and nothing else of it.
And I will speak of
freedom! We are so spoiled by the freedoms we have acquired that the pursuit
beyond what we already have does not feel worth anymore, because what kind of
freedom is left to be acquired when we have already conquered the shallower but
more obvious ones we came out to look for in the first place? Freedom of speech; freedom of organization
and of publicization; the liberty of general suffrage, equality afore our
judicial courts, the freedom of constructing identity and that of sub-cultural
and aesthetic-artistic expression... what is left to acquire beyond these
authority-sanctioned liberties that I, and we, have already acquired? The slave
is content with his crescent smile, for the answer is nothing! Nothing is left
to fend for... but I am not slavelike, and I feel that the world does not care
for democracy, for general suffrage, for individual freedoms in the long run,
not on an individual level, not on a collectivist or societal one, not on a
global one, and sincerely not on a socio-biological and evolutionary one. And
when the spoiled slave blots his neck to this world expecting to be dealt the
kiss of grace and mercy, the Beast strikes him, slashing the throat of the
slave, ripping the head off its torso and drinks the blood-pour out therefrom!
The head falls to the ground with a noise. The Beast puts his foot on it, and
proclaims that this fool, yes, he was only the mocker of freedom, an impostor,
a believer of false truth and infected with a most foreboding mauvaise foi,
a malaise that is like an evil cancer – unnoticeable until surely fatal. Man
may do whatever he wants with his life, but the world does not accept the
tampering with the conceptual and philosophical realities of freedom. The world
will strike down those who try to.
Now the slave is dead
and the Beast remarks proudly that there is freedom left to find, but it is of
a kind that is not at all merciful in its every turn, not ever-joyous like some
precious MDMA from heaven, and it is not ever-liberating from darkness,
ever-encouraging to bravery, ever-benevolent to your needs and wishes... no,
rather what is left for us to acquire is the freedom which harrows every mind
believing to truly possess it, and that is the freedom of personal
authenticity; not a legislative freedom as to control the collective but as a
subjective freedom and a call to personal heroism! Our sanctioned freedoms have
gotten so luxurious that we recurringly drown in them even! Because we never
were taught how to swim its dark and churning pits of fire, and yes, we
recurringly fail to appreciate the murkiness out of which they nurture. We have
failed to recognize the origins of our own luxury, and we cannot, indeed want
not trace back to its genesis our strong and Thesean thread.
Only the utterly spoiled
can afford to uncare history.
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