In which constant motion might as well be inertia. The guards at the border have standards by which freedom assumes its true paradoxical, two-headed form. In which civil unrest can be patched up as quickly as you can unfollow someone on social media.
Tell them you won't be needing sympathy anymore since you considered the pain itself a sort of sport (or at the very least, a test of endurance to prepare for some sport to come).
You Thought Organic Food Was Pricey? Try Organic Society
To what degree can one say that society without government would be an organic society? It would only be organic if we were to assume that people tend not to do everything in their power to dominate others. Granted, a majority of people may not. However, you only need a few who are willing to and the strength to do it before you have a government. But there are different forms of strength. The strength of a family is through interdependence and love. The strength of the state is through coercion. You can leave your family if things go too far south, but you can only defect from the state; the only equivalent in a family unit would be if your family was somehow able to notify all other families that you were not worth their affiliation. A true anarchist is then the least organic in his vision of the world. There is often confusion among them between leadership and government. Anarchists throughout history have been enemies of the family unit, which they see as no better than a sort of small state. Anarchism is weighted with relics of Enlightenment era notions of natural law which turn out to be little better than diagram models of reality which don't account for the flux of sovereignty. Our anarchists are pious people.
'Seek no external refuge,' the Buddha said before he died.
We perform acts of coercion on ourselves, and for what? We talk a great deal about our lack of freedom; how we are owned by so many different powers and people. Because we see the nature of power as something against us, we only see it over us, and when looking at power from below, it always appears to be one thing and one thing only. We don't see the constituent parts which are always in motion, fading in and out of one another. The moment we act, we complain that the action does not have an entirely different result. Does this not define all ideals in the end? That something should be, because my will says it should? If my will is then not developed enough to seize hold of that result by force, I am all the better in that I do not suffer the blows of the one whose will is greater. However, I am still unaware of this self deception; swimming in my self-entitlement, I dissolve my self-determination. Self-determination may manifest in different forms, but it is always reliant, against all else, on awareness of itself... Whether it be one's will to see a result at one's own expense or to cunningly operate on an object for some gain, I needed to recognize the very contours of my limitations which were inimical to this game. One can spend all of life accusing others of cheating or one can get with the program and realize the game is much bigger, has much more rules than one imagined and requires much more of one's willingness to learn about it than one might have figured.
Do you greet people with a smile? Do you go about your day with love in your heart? Do you assume that the precept responsible for your subjectivity needs an object, or are all things objects, including yourself? Most men and women do not trust themselves. They think that to love life means that they must project into it some level of trust, which means, in other words, that they have already decided how things should be but are never ready to accept them as they are. Do they not see that their love is merely self-hatred? With a few minor adjustments, a few minor gradations, they would come to find that love is not so much different than the saints, romantics, poets and seers have always claimed it to be; it is unequivocal acceptance.
Acceptance of reality does not presuppose result; this is the important thing to remember! It is precisely for this reason that karma, in the east, is considered 'free' when one acts 'purely.' The pure act is the act which is conscious, unconditionally, of reality as it works, in motion. One cannot err in awareness, but only in delusion and in the willingness to self-delude.
But consciousness requires a subject who is also an object of reality even in its own awareness. It can only be said that the subject posesses reality to the degree that it can subjectively render objects; the subject asserts objects beyond those which are immediately apparent. Experience becomes the ultimate authority, in that it confirms the subjective assertion of other objects, which is, right out of the gate, a form of man's mastery over reality. It is no mere mistake that memory happens to coextend with our ability to ascertain the structure of reality, but rather, memory is the structure of reality. The faculty of memory creates the future by way of the assertion of the repeatability of certain kinds of experiences. As we perform the experience of living, we recreate the conditions all over again whose example has been provided to us by the past, but whose particulars can never be exactly repeated. We accept what has occurred in memory to such a radical degree that we can't help but live it again or at least some version of it. To recreate is to accept the essence of what is no longer real. Experience has embedded deep within itself the very conditions of that which constitutes love, and all love, by its nature, is love of the possible.
With and Against Philosophy
Philosophy can only ever redress the walls of its own limits by readjusting and reconfiguring old vocabularies. There comes a time when every thought will simply remain incoherent if it does not move. But because moving thought cannot be truelly grasped, it will always be considered unreachable, perhaps even dangerous; an expiriential zoasophy.
Thought, even in its search for freedom, castrates itself. It constantly trades one limit for another, noticing only the one that is no longer.
There is no recourse through political action. There is no program that will work. Any variable at all, when set in the river, will eventually run to the same ocean. One is left with no option but to turn and travel the other direction.
Now and again, when disorder reigns, a Moses will come along and give the people a law from on high, but this law is an imposition; a standard against which all are defeated even as they struggle to uphold it. It is only inevitable that a Christ comes after a time to tell the people that this law lives within them, and that it can only be fulfilled in the soul.
No one is coming to save you. No object can be appropriated for the sake of satiating your sense of yourself, since your sense of yourself is founded on privation; the very space in which desire itself breeds. As the sages, prophets and wise men have been saying for ages, so it shall ever be. 'Seek no external refuge.' 'My kingdom is not of this world.' One will never find liberation where the very foundation of one's perception is a prison.
One says to me that the taxes he pays are a form of theft. Another tells me that tyrants are teaching life lessons to his children. Are the taxes not tied to your job and the means by which you measure value? You have what is yours taken from because you want common comforts; you continue to play the game. Your children are owned by psychopaths because you keep driving them to the same school and dropping them off each day. You do not get beyond these things because you want to face them head on... You hope to shout a wall to the ground like the walls of Jericho.
No, this life does not care about you. You are its object even when you allow it its personal subjectivity.
You must learn to play or perhaps invent an entirely different game.
You cannot defect from reality, only from illusion. There are ways of doing this, which are all fundamentally gradations of the same phenomenon and principle:
- Meditation The mind's hard reset. In it, one discovers awareness in its fullest terms. The mind is made clean. One reaches conclusions easier, makes decisions quicker and allocates information with more appropriate discretion.
- Mindfulness One constantly turns the mind back to the act of acknowledging its own functions. One not only thinks, but picks apart what thinking is and how thinking works. Beyond thought, one takes inventory of moods, feelings in the body, desires, motives, fears, apprehensions, and assigns them a place in the field of approximations which make up the self. By this, one integrates with life and attains greater agency.
- Expression After taking control of your life, you will know your proper means of expression. You will become an extrovert of a particular sort, in that the inner world which has freed you in spirit will manifest in the world around you. You become like an empty vessel, your centents having filled up the vessels of the world around you.
All Is Fog and Shadow Broken and Scattered by Light and Wind
Borders, kingdoms, empires, rulers, laws and peoples will come and go, and with them, so many passions, religions, movements, parties, sentiments, platitudes, wars, disasters, beautiful feelings and earth-shaking fears. Do not wait for the world to grant you freedom! Liberation is the state of being granted to the one who has both the courage to reach out and take it and the patience to wait for that choice moment to do so. People speak of revolutions. People speak of traditions. People speak of values, of rights, of identity, of their people, their progress, their tolerance; it is all fog. People have lost and are always losing these things. The world considers it a disaster when that which we all lose eventually anyway is taken from many all at once. What is apocalypse but the inevitable day that the human community ran out of breath in a single instant as it stopped running from everything it built out of fear? All will be lost that can be held in one's hands, just as every thought that can be had will fall out of one's head forever, either before or after that head lays down for the last time. One must live, not for objects, but for that one point which, through strength, can be imagined to pervade all, include all and to reach beyond all. It is an expanse which can only be grasped by the mind as a particular but which is certainly unilateral, and yet, always in motion. There is, first, a dreadful loneliness and then a great deal of jubilation that comes when one realizes the particular that is not one but all.
Cultivate the seams of reason
There before you the edges of what you can see
And imagine what is beyond
Discover the sky anew whenever you fall
Refusing anchors of perception
Filtering every thought through your cleanly mind
Ennobling each death, lifting each weight
Imperviously blessing each curse
The moment's triumph over eternity
A flash in the open sky
Being both the expanse and the token signature of beauty
Let me reside in wait of such a moment forever