posted on Nov, 21 2014 @ 01:18 AM
TO THE ICONOCLAST
As you’ve mentioned to me last time, being employed by the mob into thinking like they do is particularly tedious for you. I understand. I’m with
you on that one, as with many things, good friend. But if you’ll permit me to diagnose, maybe you do not require abject subservience to their mob
ideals in order to be a contributing member of society. Maybe you do not need to be told—or worse, conscripted—into what or how to think by
any authority but yourself. Maybe you find the needy desire for false allegiance and collectivism where thought is concerned, that hilarious grouping
of vast amounts of people according only to which opinions they happen to hold at the time, or which labels they prefer to congregate beneath, as if
everyone who takes it upon themselves to wear a certain label happen to be one and the same, to be a completely irrational motivation. I’m with you
there too, side by side. Or maybe you find the pop-goals of the majority awful in terms of human creativity, and maybe even you disagree with the idea
that happiness is the greatest ideal, as the Dalai Lama, “his Holiness”, likes to pretend is fundamental to human existence, knowing full well the
invention of a “happiness machine” is likely just around the corner, and the mob en masse will line up around the world to plug in, and
finally, to say goodbye to their suffering. Perhaps you’re simply tired of hearing it all. You know I would go on, but pessimism is a difficult
beast to contain. I apologize for when it gets out of hand.
If nihilism, indignation and existential crises plague your life, then dear friend, run to the hills and forests—we have no use for buzzkills here.
If you cannot be happy, be interesting—at least for the sake of those around us. But if you enjoy company as I do, and count yourself lucky to have
family, friends and lovers, and often find yourself in a myriad of both wonderful and dreadful social situations alike, wherefrom your very
vulnerability and innocence get a chance to play, to be hurt, to enjoy, to adventure, then my friend, enjoy the spectacle and observe your muse. If it
wasn’t for culture, comedy and irony would disappear and the critic would have nothing to criticize. In fact, the critic owes them this. As such, he
stands up for them.
He who leaves nothing but shattered ideas around the floor beneath me—surely you know the answer to your own question. Why such criticism you ask?
Simply because it is forever needed. It is a duty to the species and the world to destroy that which has become cages of compromise and routine. I
would call it the dangerous art of lyrical iconoclasm, the Nietzschean method of “philosophizing with a hammer”, which in essence is the pursuit
of destroying words with more words, putting the idols of man, those herd symbols, the superstitions of Bacon’s idola et notiones falsae,
through the grinding teeth of rhetorical assault in the spirit of the cynics and the sophists, without actually destroying anything save for perhaps
one’s own convictions. Since mere symbols and ideas are the victims, it is a victimless pastime, where the only weapons and tools ever utilized are
words, wit and willing, none of which has let spill a single drop of blood throughout the entirety of human history. This art as it has been performed
throughout the epochs and ages by supposedly heretical people (those condemned in their own time only to be praised long after their death) has
inflicted absolutely zero harm to anyone or anything.
But I see even you recoil at this thought, oh godless one, as surely words inflict harm to the strongest of people, and sophistry and rhetoric can be
used as deception. Congratulations—you’re as smart as Plato. But likely the reason you believe this is because Plato’s campaign against such
verbal repertoire is influential to this day, and sophistry and rhetoric are basically pejorative. Sadly, the campaign has worked well enough, and
through their disuse we have discovered that sophistry and rhetoric are needed to defend against deception as well. Indeed, words of scorn from a
loved one presents a difficulty, for we actually care about what they think and say, yet in every case, it is always the entire situation that sends
us to our peril. Perhaps even my words have made your blood boil a time or two. But I am no magician. Only after you’ve considered the physics of
the dogma that words can hurt us and we are therefor subservient to them, will you realize your apparent superstition. As per usual, an inversion in
thought can help turn things on its head. It is the other way around.
My friend, where you wish to seize the power of the oldest of gods, the prophets, the kings, the leaders, history itself, look to language, the
alphabet , the logos, the alpha and omega and everything in between, that idol less broken, and let the sacrifices performed in her name begin. Only
from a group of letters can infinity arise. As language has brought us to the dominate the world, so too can it be made to create a better
relationship with it and each other. Even so, to this day we teach our children the danger of words, that they can and will hurt, loading them not
with tools, but weapons, thereby endowing guttural sounds and scratches on paper with supernatural powers and efficacy. Of course we can all speak and
write well enough, but very few seek beyond that. Seek beyond that.