A Redundancy Worth Its Being Said Yet Again
Though it shimmers and turns about itself in the depths of our intellects, we let the world often tell us what surface pleasures are worth our attention.
It is curious how even to this day we allow present ignorance to govern our State and past ignorance to govern our Souls. And we are aware of it, or so we say. We find small battles to engage in while other spheres of the world’s lives receive a shrug of the shoulder, yet even those are drenched in blood, treachery, flaw, enmity. I wonder at the nature of my fellows, and at myself—oh, how we can so arbitrarily choose certain goals in which to strive that would attain true “justice.” There is a basis of faith which we are all chained up against.
When will it be that ignorance is not the true deity of this world? It is almost as if we must costume ourselves as rebels, as malcontents, for an empty sake—without rational justification; that is, cease to demand the hopelessness that evidence and reason fictitiously procure for your forward movement—so to have any desperate hope of attaining freedom. The most free and, consequently, the most wise, it seems, are those who live in the most feral states of nature.
Some Literature to Digest
1. Why I Am Not A Christian by Bertrand Russell
2. Nietzsche, Spinoza, and the Ethological Conception of Ethics by Paolo Bolaños