On the Ideals of Individuals
Dear Reader,
I extend my sincerest apologies for the prolonged silence. It has been an age since I last imparted my musings upon you. My days have accelerated, hurtling towards a fiery crescendo. I shall not tarry long, dear reader; my intent today is merely to explore some disquieting reflections, particularly concerning the nature of our idealism.
We find ourselves indoctrinated, humanity shackled — not mankind, mind you, for ‘mankind’ often masquerades as one of the oppressors whilst feigning victimhood.
Consider the constructs of Nationalism, Scientism, Morality, Physicalism, Religion, and the like; they are all manifestations of the same phenomenon: concepts that have metamorphosed into ideals. You may wonder about the distinction. Well, ideas are mere sparks of thought suggesting possible actions, whereas ideals represent the Platonic expansion of these notions. Specifically, ideals are cyclical, endorsing their own frameworks as the quintessential paths forward. They are collections of ideas endowed with a semblance of consciousness by their creators.
And who might these creators be?
They are us — yourself, myself, every individual. We breathe life into ideals, granting them dominion over individuals, thereby converting liberation into bondage.
Consider the case of religion: a set of ideas initially conjured by a prophet becomes so ingrained in the prophet’s consciousness that it spawns the illusion of an external, supreme origin. This inversion, positioning the originator as the originated, is the crux of religious doctrine. Yet, such a reversal cannot persist without manipulation. Religion, reliant on the individual’s contribution, paradoxically professes self-sufficiency. Thus, the concepts of heaven and hell are devised, convincing individuals that their sacrifices are self-serving and inevitable.
Particularly, Abrahamic religions epitomize this ideal, substituting the existential dread of oblivion with fanciful delusions — delusions that crumble at death’s door or amidst doubts.
Nationalism too, posits that a bond to a specific terrain and its inhabitants necessitates ongoing support. Unlike religious creeds, nationalistic fervor does not disguise its reliance on the individual, claiming that absent its safeguard, annihilation is imminent.
Yet, this too is a fallacy. Nationalism breeds division, fostering an environment conducive to the dissolution of its very architects.
Ideals, dear reader, have led us astray. They leech our vitality, consuming it voraciously. It’s time for us to reassess our existence. We ought not be fettered by ideals; instead, let us embrace our individuality.
