5. The Fall
What is important in your life?
Well, trust. I have to believe me and trust myself and the ones I love, you see... if I don’t, I’m gone. Since that is exactly what enables one to survive as a human being, vulnerable member of a social primate animal species: to trust each other. And you can only trust each other if you trust yourself. Only if you trust yourself you can give that trust to your child. The first five years are crucial for developing trust.
How can you trust yourself?
By trusting God, (or shall I call it fate?) for the real fatalist, that is in the ancient context of the word, is in fact much more hopeful, much more trustful, and as such, much less fearful towards even the most naturally violent and insecure future (his own, which is then always strongly tied to the future of his loved ones, as it should, since this provides the most maximized chance of survival of one’s bloodline) that Nature has provided for all these millions of years, than many of so-called modern enlightened mankind, who say they need no longer God, which means, ironically enough, that they need no longer Nature: for the more environmentally-conscious this modern mankind wishes to become, the more distrustful, fearful, insecure, hateful, hypocrite, entartet, de-sensitised, de-humanised and totally detached from Nature, thus totally lost in the Future (remember, the survival of one’s bloodlines, the very reason you and all the other creatures are here on this bloody planet in the first place!) this faux-self-assured, faux-self-righteous modern mankind becomes in the hybris of its own faux-infallible artifice of so-called safety zones, all those bubbles of convenience full of conventional wisdom, now, how unsafe, inconvenient and unwise this really is!
Imagine, now we trust technology, something I don’t trust at all. As I said, I’d rather calculate it all myself one by one then believing, trusting, those official academic statistic reports who usually either hide some shady double agenda or fall prey to conventional wisdom. You see? Now we trust in a new god: the Mammon. The False god. The Idol. Technology! Now why are all the people who may nowadays still live a little closer to Nature called fatalists? As if they really have no autonomy over their lives, no competence at all, as if they are always delivered to the gods, while as a matter of fact they actually do manage to survive there where boldly no modern man could. But then again, you try being on a little boat in the ocean during a storm, or in the mountains during a storm, or being in the desert! Oh, sure, you may perhaps consider yourself a fierce hard-line logical ‘no-bullshit’ atheist, but, boy, you’ll be praying to the Lord then! You would be so scared. But still that is exactly what all these so-called ‘fatalists’ must bear in mind to enable their harsh survival as they have no other life to live. You see, they have to go into the deep desiccated deserts, into the high cold stormy mountains, unto the wild ocean seas. Because they have to live, they have to do it, all the way or no way at all, they simply must do it. Man has to risk it, all of it and just... trust.
And so we have finally made it, this bubble called Civilization and indeed, nowadays, thank God (!) most of our children don’t die anymore when young. Back in the days, many times up to two out of three children would die at a young age. Pretty much all the parents were experiencing the loss of a child, which is awful. I cannot imagine how it must feel. And now it’s almost guaranteed that your child will grow into an adult. Regardless, we are more afraid of living and dying and risking life than ever before. And all those millions of years when we were really living a risky life, with high chance of dying from various reasons, we still kept on going, and making children. We are survival machines. All Life is. How do you get eternal life? Pro-creation. It’s divine quantum-organic mechanic technology. The best real high-tech is Nature. This is research and development that took billions of years. It’s way better than anything we can make. We cannot make children in machines. We have to make them ourselves. Why make replicants when we are already the best machines for that. Just like in the recent Blade Runner 2 movie: “A child, born of woman, not made.’’
We don’t really sing together anymore. We don’t focus together anymore. What does focus mean in Latin? Focus was the goddess of the hearth fire inside the home that fed all, warmed all, secured all, brought us all together, made us trust each other, where the old people, who had so much more life experience, would share their stories, their knowledge, so the young would get extra detailed knowledge, both symbolic and technical, to keep up their survival capacity. The center of life was inside the shelter, the family. Where women would rule, of course. She is the guarantee of the population. She is the basis. We don’t need that many men. We can risk them. But women we cannot risk. So, the center, the focus, around that fire that Prometheus once stole from the gods, the technology, which gave us a lot of fine things indeed. But it may just as well cause our fall eventually. So that’s why we were already being warned for this a long time ago.
Men is the only creature who can look into the future. It’s also allegorical, you look literally forward in the darkness, but it also means that your brain can look ahead, plan and calculate ahead. And the more you look ahead the more you evolve. But the same light could blind you, and that is about to happen now in the world. But I’m a fatalist and everything is cyclic. I’m ready for the fall, my three sons too; I trust them, they trust me, and we trust God, so to speak. And when the fall comes, we will probably have big chances to make it. As a new tribe, a new clan , a new blood line…
Yes, how could one trust authorities? For I will not completely trust the new priests in white, the doctors, pedagogues, teachers and psychologists who work for the state and the corporations, all those specialists that influence parents in a very negative way. People don’t trust each other. Parents don’t trust themselves, they get insecure because of the specialists, who think they know better, but if you look deep into it, you will realize that many times they are also talking bullshit. They can’t know everything, but do pretend it and just rely on arrogant and nowadays more and more programmed conventional wisdom.
But they make you insecure by telling you. And their super-magic is even better than the one of the old shamans, because the shamans back then didn’t have to proof their miracles. And this is the true brilliance of Reason and Science and therefore it’s better magic than the old magic. They are pushing the old ones aside ... “oh, superstitions”. Now they say: “look, we can scientifically prove it! ‘Quod erat demonstrandum’!
This is the first time in history of mankind in which most of society is living in a surplus condition, continuously. Of luxury, of food, of health, of safety and security, of choices and of rights. What is a right? Are they in the Bible? The laws are, but not the rights. Rights also mean duties. The Human Rights Declaration was a brilliant myth for power. Because it also obliges people to the max. Oh, you call that freedom? Augustus called it Libertas when he ‘innocently’ proclaimed himself ‘Princeps inter pares’ (avoiding any title that could have made the Romans suspicious of any possible return to their so much hated earlier era, when Rome was still ruled by tyrannical dynastical kings), but in fact had become the first true emperor of Rome. He applied this technique perhaps for the first time. “Ohh... libertas”. A beautiful myth of power, as our democracy is. Sallustius worked for Julius Caesar, and his military career didn’t really work out, so he became a military historian. A very good one actually, a very sarcastic one. So looking at facts, a very sarcastic undertone, because he knew too much, you know? He knew plots within plots. He worked for Caesar, so he knew the dirty tricks. So the quote is his: “History began when Man needed justification for war”. And Julius himself even wrote his own war propaganda while conquering ànd looting Gaul, ‘de bello gallico’, to impress, once the victor, all of Italy with a major triumphal parade into Rome ànd to bribe off the roman senate and his electorate with all the stolen Celtic goods, so that he could get voted in for another few years more of Roma Aeterna’s glorifying consulship! When we were primitive tribes, we would go to war, steal with no justification, but once there was a civilized society where things had to be dealt with. We needed and still need the right propaganda to have justification for war. That’s what Sallustius already said, before Christ was born. And he is still right.
Kind of a prophet.
Yeah, you could say that. A visionary. But very practical. Like Aldous Huxley’s A Brave New World that I read when I was 15-16. So it was back in ‘85. I was shocked about how many elements I could recognize when I was a teenager. I could already see quite a lot of things. I’ve put the book aside, and a few years ago I read it again. And then I was really shocked, even more. What’s 30 years? Nothing. Almost two thirds of what’s in that book is already realized. Maybe more. I don’t want people to feel bad. I’m not negative. People are called fatalists with the wrong, negative idea, for in a certain way being fatalist is not negative at all, because they trust in God. Faith. I’d rather accept that Life is as it is, and accept it, surrender to it completely, then believe that I do have control over my life, whilst this may very well be the false life in the Illusion of Safety, which is much more dangerous. And much more stupid, you know?
So, indeed, it is a much more positive attitude than being a humanist that believes in improvements, programmes of which by now we should know that those are products of rationalism. Beware. It’s a good instrument, it’s a very good instrument. I’d rather prefer you to be logical in thinking, because it solves a lot of problems. I’d rather have that. Because if you wouldn’t be logical, we would certainly fight... It’s a very good instrument. But at the same time, bear in mind that it’s just an instrument. “Give me a hammer and I build you a nice house”. With the same instrument I can hammer your head. And probably only by a small misunderstanding or a simple mistake. Tragic.
There is one great English Oxford translation to Plato’s Republic. I was so lucky to have this great classical languages philosophy teacher with whom I laughed so much about Plato’s ‘Republic’, it was so funny! For we could both clearly see the satire in this nowadays (through the many ideological agendas, mistranslations and misinterpretations over the course of time) generally deemed propaganda for a perfect fascist state. We were laughing our asses off. It was a very good translation. From Clarendon Press, Oxford, in the early 1950’s!