In a time of crisis we surely have no leisure to build Utopia. It strikes me
that despite our profound reservations we have to choose one of the systems
of the conflict and ride out the process of defending it. Only when out of
the crisis can we clearly see the prison of our community, the limits of
liberty, and push for its reconstruction. Stasis is the time for change.
It is a sad fact that peace is built on persecution; extremism is the purest
form of a moral value. I profoundly doubt there can ever be a concordance of
the world's people. There is no common interest. The definition of my left
wing views purports there should be, but my spinal cord knows its not true.
We yearn inside this paradox. We're built to hate as much as to love, and
both emotions (and all between) bind us together and define our societies. I
begin to doubt that peace is a useful objective, so often it represent a
kind of fissure in one's sensibilities, a kind of blind compromise which
preserves a power structure, a structure distanced from the communities who
live within its boundaries.
I begin to think of societies themselves as acts of war, and the forces we
unleash in them, the power they engender, acts as a kind of atavism of the
imperfections of our systemic life. We need a permanent revolution, but this
too is pure nostalgia. We're rotten to the core.
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