Odi Et Amo

[1] Why must we fill our hearts with such unbridled hate towards our fellow man? Bile seems to spew from the mouth of any peer who claims to have a decent word; sick venom is spat out from mother to child; our green pastures have withered and sere; and all currents turn awry at the beauty of the setting sun. It is rare to hear anyone speak such a vile word as “fellow” these days, and all the splendor of the project of a greater humanity burned a magnificent blaze towards the dawn of the 20th century. We have clung to certain ideas as cures for our ills, but which seep through our skin and poison our blood as though crafted of lead. Never has there been so clumsy a concept as a nation's right to “self determination,” never has so disastrous a noun been penned than that of the “folk.” People now define themselves solely by their inborn otherness; by characters of their birth. They cling to fallible categorisations of themselves, building temples upon unstable foundations and great cities upon faultlines. No longer is man a native, he is indigenous.. he is that place in being, in his very soul, and he cannot find release from this adamantine bondage. Worse yet he finds himself proud of it! As a child by the good word of his kindly mother finds himself proud of his freckles! He is designated to a customary jailing upon fear of persecution and shame. We have forgotten the wisdom of the ancients, that a “people” is not a culture. Where has all the sentiment gone towards the Good European. It is vanity, pure vanity and nothing but, to cling to these idols! We found ourselves perpetuating the unnecessary, justifying the untasteful, for the mere sake of maintaining one's “identity.”

[2] It seems the meek have finally inherited the earth. We have placed the rabble behind the wheel of the largest organ of power known to any politic in history. The irrational hatred and fears of the average citizen are the new driving force behind all human endeavor, and yet we are surprised by our current situation? Pitch up tents on this battlefield here; our new Philippi. We find ourselves as short-sighted as foolish Cassius, mistaking the hugs and cheers of comrades as struggle and screams; sick and cowardly as Augustus on the eve of the scurry, and yet in the end I pray we will go down as noble as Brutus in his final hour. It was a noble venture that led us here, but now man is too paranoid to even embrace one another within friendly arms. He fears that his own brother conceals a dirk within his coat, and turning his back shudders in anticipation of the great betrayal. Fear is our new political bargaining chip. Not a fear of the totalitarian state, (something most people would actually find most agreeable), but an overhanging fear of the destruction of the state itself from a looming existential threat, always peaking its ugly head around the corner. The modern man is in a constant state of agitation and anxiety. A darkling phantasm of his own demise looms in front of him.