Private Concerns

"...it may be confidently asserted--the distrust of all government, the insight into the useless and harassing nature of these short-winded struggles, must drive men to an entirely new resolution...to the neglect of the conception the state and the abolition of the contrast of "private and public." Private concerns gradually absorb the business of the state; even the toughest residue which is left over from the old work of governing (the business, for instance, which is meant to protect private person from private persons) will at last someday be managed by private enterprise. The neglect, decline, and death of the sate, the liberation of the private person (I am careful not to say the individual), are the consequences of the democratic conception of the state; that is its mission..." Nietzsche, "A Glance at the State" Human, all too Human

Christianity has interfered by urging the suppression of the individual and the encouragement of a private sentiment. Privacy is no way to understand ourselves. With privacy, the only venue for communication is trade or possibly the authoritative inner monologue. We occupy our bodies and leave others to their bodies. Treating ours as temples, and others' as vessels, our bodies become fortresses, storefronts, or bathhouses, adapting to the enterprises around us. A way to overcome privacy is to remain the same structure all of the time, built with design and meditation for practicality and plasticity to redirect entropy rather than escape from it into another building. The double edged sword is only dangerous when its surplus is too great, its gurth too heavy for us to yield, or when we have simply stopped paying attention.


Yawn on the lawn

join the pattern. push paranoia into a positive!
approach it as a magnification.
reality on a fine scale
just don't use it on yourself!

it is our job to artificially separate our experience occasionally,
and to place it into a series of conventions
that communicate to a larger population
and with comparison, it is obvious
the source of the agitating rays burning our skin
but none of any of it will work
if we don't converse with it
we can't smell using each other's nostrils
this is my hand, my nose, my lap, my door
my twitching, and yours yours.
it is our responsibility to know what we want
why wouldn't we want that responsibility?
when we figure out what others want,
does what we want stay the same?
does it have to?
indifferance is a salty defeat
moderation is inflexible
those who seek the middle road
end up seeking escape
it gets claustrophobic
motionless, crowded with possibility.
Once upon a time an prehistoric western gentleman
approaches his colleague attending a dinner over a bon fire.
The gentleman's colleague is smiling. The gentleman is not.
The colleague doesn't notice. So the gentleman whispers,
"Hey man, didn't you know that people are fucked up?"
The colleague's smile drops, "People, like these people?"
He points to the oblivious guests still smiling around the fire.
"Yes, all of them."
He protected himself from there on out.
Chicken or the egg? Were people ever fucked up?