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DAVID ARTHUR WALTERS
We should pause in our tracks from time to time, take a look over our shoulders, and praise our fear, for fear, before all, is behind our survival. Fear brings life home to us, makes us feel alive, does it not? Horrified at the prospect of being consumed, some folks are paralyzed in place and become easy prey for whatever eats at them, but most people are willing to take a few calculated risks. Indeed, some gamblers love a good challenge and will go out of their way to find one. Adventurers may have some treasure in mind, yet treasure is often just an excuse for getting out and about and making a run for it. And foolhardy dare-devils make no bones about it: they stake their lives for intense short-term thills. Of course, the run-of-the-mill person would rather have a more secure existence, so he turns to virtual threats for vicarious kicks. The seemingly most secure man, the bug snug in a rug, is the most frightened man; but he is not therefore the liveliest, for he has managed to smother his native fear and his natural livelihood with a safety blanket. Thus, when not preoccupied with his occupation, which is all too often repetitive, redundant and stultifying, he vicariously enjoys the threats of sports, horror shows, violent movies, bloody news films, a home video of someone actually being eaten by a shark or someone being mauled by a bear, and so on. Yes, he may even enjoy sublime, awesome art–“sublime” because the awful truth is experienced at a safe distance. The amusements are part of his electric security blanket. They give him temporary frights, providing him with vicarious fight or flight reactions while diverting his attention from his utter helplessness. His electric blanket gives him a jolt, negatively conditioning him to keep up the status quo, and also provides him with a warm feeling. The Grim Reaper has somehow been set aside in brackets for the time being: the victim is in the safe hands of political leaders, corporate executives, football coaches and film directors. Yet enough anxiety remains for him to maintain his status as a productive consumer; he remains dimly aware that he has delegated his freedom to those who are taking big risks with his life as he obediently conforms to the artificial social system established as a precarious bulwark against the so-called laws of evolution–particularly the survival of the fittest. His feelings struggle against himself but he does not struggle with the head gorillas and their charges who own and operate the Electric Blanket & Fence Company. Well, then, all is well, is it not? Natural selection and the brutal struggle for existence of the Wild have been temporarily held at bay within civilization’s cultivated compound. Peace prevails within the borders of the most highly developed nations. But all is not as well as it might seem. Multiplication, the population explosion, may eventually bring the artificial scheme to ruin; Malthusian stock has been in the dumps for quite awhile, but beware: numbers do not lie; in the long run, pessimism unheeded may work to our long-term disadvantage. Yet there is another threat to our existence as we turn the globe into our gigantic bee hive, a threat as pressing as the population explosion, the threat that conformity will rob us of the individual vitality and flexibility necessary to our survival. This threat is the source of the post-modern, pervasive fear which the obedient man smothers with the mass illusions of security propagated by those authorities whose anachronistic personal interests are served by continued massive obedience. In that context, the vicarious enjoyment of violent struggles presented in the media owned and operated by the power elite, together with massive consumption of drugs, including alcohol and nicotine, along with the constant multiplication of consumer goods and services, dissipates animosity and deflects attention away from the exercise of the natural individual rights hawked as formal palaver in independence declarations. For a really frightening experience, all one has to do is see through the two-dimensional illusions that makes conformity so graphically entertaining. But that effort would involve a third eye or dimension of in-depth thinking, which requires the bogged-down flatlander to revive his holy free spirit, crawl out of the media morass, and, like an aardvark, dig his own homely burrow with enough space at the end to turn around in–aardvarks prefer not to back out of things. Instead, it is more convenient to let the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR dig a mass grave for us with its totally controlled bulldozer while we sleep the sleep of the sleep-walking dead, the sort of sleep we see in zombies lined up at the Red Pop machine for another fix. Yes, oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR. We have good reason for being paranoid providing we have an object to fear. Unfortunately, it is not always that easy to identify members of the power elite; even if they were identified and exiled, others would circulate into their swank chairs as the national anthem plays on. Besides, we should feel sorry for powerful people, for the rich and famous; we should have a Society to Befriend the Rich and Famous; we should do our best to free them from the anti-social alienation making us all so miserable. Forgive them, for those poor souls have been propagating so long they have become victims of their own propaganda. No, ma’am, we do not require a reprehensible campaign of personal destruction. We need an unnatural collective object for our demonstration. We need a “showing” or a “warning,” therefore a monstrosity to “monitor”; ideally, we need an oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR to frighten us and bring us back to life. How shall we recognize an oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR? Hopefully its gruesome features will become obvious in due course. Since we are just awakening from a deep sleep, we can only adumbrate them here. Even now the aspects are hideous enough–let us spare children the horrid details until we gain the gall to address them. In fact, it will behoove us to resort to hygienic abstractions as we approach the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR, lest we get sucked into the horrid swamp where it replicates itself like a virus in its unwitting hosts. Now then: if I remain in Flatland, it is my personal opinion that any number of points less than three destroys the triangle and leaves us either with the invisible line or just a non-dimensional point. We can think abstractly about these, but only after we have experienced the visible surface. Psychological reality requires the knowing Subject as well as the Object of knowledge, together with consciousness or the active Relation between Subject and Object. A thinker who does not include the entire Trinity in his equation for reality has created a monster. He has in fact made a monster out of himself, if he is what he thinks. The oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR, often mistaken for a FeNOMenalist FrEEk, not to be confused with the MANiacal SUBjectivist, is primarily interested in the Object as determined by impersonal systems of objective relations. Therefore the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR has eaten the willing Subject alive in order to be “objective.” Having cannibalized the Subject, the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR has come to believe that objects are actually determined by systems rather than by willing subjects. Therefore, the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR, in its zeal to become the very objects it loves, worships the impersonal systems–impersonal because the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR no longer thinks it is a willing subject but thinks it is an object having a curious reflexive interest, namely its functions, as it fit into the general scheme of things like a cog in a machine. Nonetheless, as the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR devises its systemic schemes to manipulate people as if they were objects instead of subjects, it is dimly aware of its bad faith or hypocrisy. For, as anyone subordinated to its systems can see, the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR is really a willful subject, and a very frightened subject indeed. That is not to say it should go to the opposite pole and become a MANiacal SUBjectivist. The oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR is deathly afraid of the freedom of the Subject. Even chaos must be predictable to it, as if chaos were, oxymoronically, a system. The oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR is a paranoid control-freak who thinks it is being persecuted by the very objects it is manipulating, which is just the inverted aspect of the delusion of grandeur it is completely unaware of because of the unwitting subjection of its subjective identity to the objects in its respective systems. That is to say, the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR is a systematic conformer to its own damned system. Believe it or not, the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR has replicated itself in human society and has taken command over the mental functions of hordes of people; that certainly bodes ill for the human race. Of course, any society is conformist to a certain extent. Ants, termites, and bees thrive on total conformity, on blind obedience to nature, but humans do not. We have basic needs motivating us, but self-conscious freedom is our greatest virtue. We are each, in a sense, a born criminal: good is rooted in evil as it flies heavenward; moreover, our progress depends on the evil preceding its advance. Furthermore, our progress depends on our intentional violation of the so-called laws of evolution as we restrict, within our cultivated garden, the struggle for existence: we intentionally select what is good for us and weed out the rest. Yet we do not cooperate with each other to conform to a hive-like regimen or even an ape-like regime; we do not blindly obey the objective laws of nature. We must keep this mind as the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR strives to turn our society into the latest model of a machine: conformity in itself does not serve our best interests either as individuals or as a human society. Our success has been in learning to voluntarily or willfully cooperate rather than to obediently conform to some monstrous system–and all the systems have been monstrous to date, including the current myths of the social scientists. We cooperate to obtain our selfish ends as individuals. Those selfish ends do coincide and are, by virtue of voluntary cooperation, our highest mutual purpose. That purpose is partially realized on Earth when Earth is treated as our common treasury and natural space ship; but without the transcendental subjective interest, men will destroy each other and their world for its objects. Matter and spirit are poles of a continuum, one the prerequisite of the other, neither having priority without the human perspective. Given that human interest, if we are to bring heaven to Earth or raise Earth to heaven, spirit must have priority. Therefore our supreme ideal is really a spiritual home, not a bee hive or termite mound. If we go inward, we can indeed go onward and upward to where no man had gone before. But the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR has been set loose upon the world. Hence there has been a warrant out for the arrest of each and every one of us. In absentia, we have been tried and convicted during our flight from prosecution. The interlocking cells of conformity are being replicated for our occupancy at this very moment. The global prisons being erected by the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR are filled with zombies, each one under the single-minded eye of his own monitor. How is this possible? Because prison is being presented as freedom: it is a trap. We must beware of the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR. Yet we dare not stab, stake, impale, behead, electrocute, or lethally inject it, for that would kill the patient. Yes, the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR is a model for many. All one has to do to see that oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeRS are legion is to gaze into his own broken mirror–broken by the disunity of perspectives caused by the viral infection. Simply getting rid of the mirror will not help: hypocrites have already tried that to rid themselves of guilt, and with fatal consequences. Nowadays the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR would merge Subject with objects and diffuse the soul into infinite multiplicity. But do not despair: something can be done to avert the monstrous attempt to collapse the Trinity into one of its moments pulverized into atoms, instead of giving due credit to all three in One. Everyone can look into the fractured mirror and ask, Are you all you can be? Not merely as many, but as the One in many? Beware of the oBJeCTiViST MoNSTeR!