ramblerant

It is easy to be inspired.  I hope so.  I hope inspiration finds all people.  Kind words though, are not meant to inspire.  They comfort, they reassure.  They are natural, effortless and the stuff of family and of love.

Natural too, is critique, or the intentionally inspirational.  To inspire thought and hope for change.  This too is the stuff of family, and of love, of our planet, of our environment, of truth and of equality.  I am proud of no brother.  I don’t revere my father or his.  This is what we do, we shall choose no vocation or proclivity, we are humans, we endeavor to live beyond our means.  I am not inspired by any one man, but by idea.

I don’t try to offend.  I don’t try to amuse.  I am arrogant as most men.  I feel as though because I can be patient, I can understand a given thing, then so must all be able.  I have not sought education really, nothing formal and nothing independent that is directed in some way.  I learn, I remember, I intuit.  These I don’t take for granted, I know man is stupid.  I know also, that man can be trained.

Our greatest fear is a god’s love.  That he is real, and that he does love us. That we are just miserable wretches.  It requires no thought, just fear and duty, like all things man made.

We’ve all figured out clever ways to assure ourselves that our private suffering, the job you hate or endure, the ones you love and lose, the appliances, automobiles and homes you covet, are justification enough for your continued existence.  That doing nothing real, that willingly or ignorantly contributing to wanton waste, destruction, future erosion and thought pollution, is worth the price, because you’ve got to pay taxes, and everybody loathes another manic monday.

This individualism,  this morbid pragmatism is the basest of childlike indulgences.  Disgusting, to some, even deplorable.  Can you be convinced to live otherwise?  Can you go on not out of fear or self-pity but for love, for life?  Can you live for the future and not your private past?  For your children and not sanction them to be as pitiful and miserable as you one day?

What could be so important or self-evident, to be done eight or more hours a day, five or more days of every week, of every year, for decades, that takes precedence over feeding and clothing, over housing and future planning?  Which aspects of avarice and mindless consumption and pleasure for few, or toxicity for the poor, is rightly headed in some tangible direction for us all?  Which direction is it?  By acquiescing to employment, you do nothing all day.  Nothing save ensure your own survival, and the survival of this mindset.  Far apart from any individualist fallacy of free market progress.  Free markets indeed, free to compete, and to lose.

Of course I hate individualism.  It’s too fucking obvious.  Only in todays technological playground could we even begin to seriously contemplate the day when it might be fathomable to force us into some sort of collective mind.  Still we waste technology anyway on plastic toys and faster machines, we are not headed towards a hive mind by considering social action.  The fact you’re angry or selfish or indignant, or that you disagree with another, proves your tenure as an individual.

What goodness springs forth from an individual?  None.  None save from collective effort, there is no clever reasoning around this fact.  We are individuals, in a collective.  You cannot meaningful opine on either without the contrast of the others existence.  Neither shall ever reign supreme.  You cannot be individual with out a bargain with others or environment to be independent from, and a collective requires a constituency of individuals, to bear such a title, it’s just a plural of individual.  Shall we side with one sect, in cutting off its nose to spite its face, in trying to sublimate or subjugate it’s own parts?

There are ill rumors on both sides of what collectivism should steal or barricade.  Good or bad, it has a purpose undenied, it is our very essence, our individual efforts make it up.  To pray to individuals is very simple.  What do you want?  Righteous hedonism.  No disguises of rhetoric shall mask the truth, that good will in measures of success or prosperity are side effects of a not-so eloquently put temper tantrum of the individual.

There is no battle to win between these ideas.  Individualism is the mere act of existence, all else is dependent on collective, the act of conception on.  The air of mystique of our neighbors, as if they are a different species, as if their path was solemn and unique from ours.  As if any one being has a choice in his matters.  The pinnacle of the concept and thus propriety of individualism, is the will or happenstance to wake another day.  Nothing more.

Do you lie so well that even you believe you and your societal role, or lack-thereof is truly important, in even contemporary ideology?  It’s not, you’re not, and nothing may be.  We can though, behave as humans, and not as beast or machine.  We can define humanity as that thing which thinks and uplifts, protects, fosters and grows.  If we like.

Inso far as actionable domain, here rests the individual.  All that can conspire to happen is in each of us.  Only together do we unleash it, by feeding and being fed, by a place to rest at night.  By the socialism of individualism, are we both free, and bound to one another.