Struggle is for those whose weakness and fear demand compliance to mass indoctrination, acquiescence to mass hysteria, resignation of individual will to collective deceit. To struggle is to wallow, to flounder, to thresh, to flail, to blunder, to stagger, to falter, to fail. Struggle, by definition, is prolonged. In its protraction, it achieves nothing. Recall Sisyphus, king of Corinth, condemned in Tartarus to roll a huge stone up a hill, only to have it roll back down to the foot of the hill again, each time he neared the top. Endlessly he toiled, ceaselessly he laboured, futilely he struggled – all for naught. Disembroil yourself from the ravelled, choking maze of caution. Disentangle yourself from the lies others tell you about yourself. Choose the choice most challenging, most inspiring, most courageous. Choose to be now, not then.
It is easy to piss and to moan. Make a change, instead. If the evils where you are deprive you of choice, flee to a land – wherever that might be, even, first, in your imagination – where flowering mystery surrenders itself to the takers, where new fires are and colours unseen, phantasms by the thousands weightless, which need to find in you, their actuality, their certainty, their substantiality, their truth, their validity. If that is your destiny, it will find you. It has no other choice. Surely, there will be evils there, too, but they will be new to you. How? First, you must believe in the calling of the alternative you seek. Then you must make a move in that direction. Motivation – impetus – momentum. Nothing begins ’til you get there. For what are you waiting?
À la recherche de licornes. 