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Friday 10 May 2019

EQUALITY





Equality

"Equality" is reprinted from The Spectator, vol. CLXXI (27 August 1943), p. 192


I am a democrat (1) because I believe in the Fall of Man. I think most people are democrats for the opposite reason. A great deal of democratic enthusiasm descends from the ideas of people like Rousseau, who believed in democracy because they thought mankind so wise and good that everyone deserved a share in the government. The danger of defending democracy on those grounds is that they're not true. Whenever their weakness is exposed, the people who prefer tyranny make capital out of the exposure. I find that they're not true without looking further than myself. I don't deserve a share in governing a hen-roost, much less a nation. Nor do most people — all the people who believe advertisements, and think in catchwords and spread rumors. The real reason for democracy is just the reverse. Mankind is so fallen that no man can be trusted with unchecked power over his fellows. Aristotle said that some people were only fit to be slaves. I do not contradict him. But I reject slavery because I see no men fit to be masters.

This introduces a view of equality rather different from that in which we have been trained. I do not think that equality is one of those things (like wisdom or happiness) which are good simply in themselves and for their own sakes. I think it is in the same class as medicine, which is good because we are ill, or clothes which are good because we are no longer innocent. I don't think the old authority in kings, priests, husbands, or fathers, and the old obedience in subjects, laymen, wives, and sons, was in itself a degrading or evil thing at all. I think it was intrinsically as good and beautiful as the nakedness of Adam and Eve. It was rightly taken away because men became bad and abused it. To attempt to restore it now would be the same error as that of the Nudists. Legal and economic equality are absolutely necessary remedies for the Fall, and protection against cruelty.

But medicine is not good. There is no spiritual sustenance in flat equality. It is a dim recognition of this fact which makes much of our political propaganda sound so thin. We are trying to be enraptured by something which is merely the negative condition of the good life. That is why the imagination of people is so easily captured by appeals to the craving for inequality, whether in a romantic form of films about loyal courtiers or in the brutal form of Nazi ideology. The tempter always works on some real weakness in our own system of values -- offers food to some need which we have starved.

When equality is treated not as a medicine or a safety-gadget, but as an ideal, we begin to breed that stunted and envious sort of mind which hates all superiority. 

That mind is the special disease of democracy, as cruelty and servility are the special diseases of privileged societies. It will kill us all if it grows unchecked. 

The man who cannot conceive a joyful and loyal obedience on the one hand, nor an unembarrassed and noble acceptance of that obedience on the other - the man who has never even wanted to kneel or to bow - is a prosaic barbarian. 

But it would be wicked folly to restore these old inequalities on the legal or external plane. Their proper place is elsewhere.

We must wear clothes since the Fall. Yes, but inside, under what Milton called "these troublesome disguises" (2). We want the naked body, that is, the real body, to be alive. We want it, on proper occasions, to appear -- in the marriage-chamber, in the public privacy of a men's bathing-place, and (of course) when any medical or other emergency demands. In the same way, under the necessary outer covering of legal equality, the whole hierarchical dance and harmony of our deep and joyously accepted spiritual inequalities should be alive. It is there, of course, in our life as Christians -- there, as laymen, we can obey – all the more because the priest has no authority over us on the political level. It is there in our relation to parents and teachers – all the more because it is now a willed and wholly spiritual reverence. It should be there also in marriage.

This last point needs a little plain speaking. Men have so horribly abused their power over women in the past that to wives, of all people, equality is in danger of appearing as an ideal. 

But Mrs. Naomi Mitchison has laid her finger on the real point. 

Have as much equality as you please – the more the better – in our marriage laws, but at some level consent to inequality, nay, delight in inequality, is an erotic necessity. 


Mrs. Mitchison speaks of women so fostered on a defiant idea of equality that the mere sensation of the male embrace rouses an undercurrent of resentment. Marriages are thus shipwrecked (3). This is the tragi-comedy of the modem woman -- taught by Freud to consider the act of love the most important thing in life, and then inhibited by feminism from that internal surrender which alone can make it a complete emotional success. Merely for the sake of her own erotic pleasure, to go no further, some degree of obedience and humility seems to be (normally) necessary on the woman's part.

The error here has been to assimilate all forms of affection to that special form we call friendship. It indeed does imply equality. But it is quite different from the various loves within the same household. Friends are not primarily absorbed in each other. It is when we are doing things together that friendship springs up – painting, sailing ships, praying, philosophizing, fighting shoulder to shoulder. Friends look in the same direction. Lovers look at each other -- that is, in opposite directions. To transfer bodily all that belongs to one relationship into the other is blundering.

We Britons should rejoice that we have contrived to reach much legal democracy (we still need more of the economic) without losing our ceremonial Monarchy. For there, right in the midst of our lives, is that which satisfies the craving for inequality, and acts as a permanent reminder that medicine is not food. Hence a man's reaction to Monarchy is a kind of test. Monarchy can easily be "debunked", but watch the faces, mark well the accents of the debunkers. These are the men whose taproot in Eden has been cut -- whom no rumor of the polyphony, the dance, can reach – men to whom pebbles laid in a row are more beautiful than an arch. Yet even if they desire mere equality they cannot reach it. Where men are forbidden to honor a king they honor millionaires, athletes, or film-stars instead -- even famous prostitutes or gangsters. For spiritual nature, like bodily nature, will be served -- deny it food and it will gobble poison.

That is why this whole question is of practical importance. Every intrusion of the spirit that says, "I'm as good as you" into our personal and spiritual life is to be resisted just as jealously as every intrusion of bureaucracy or privilege into our politics. Hierarchy within can alone preserve egalitarianism without. Romantic attacks on democracy will come again. We shall never be safe unless we already understand in our hearts all that the anti-democrats can say, and have provided for it better than they. Human nature will not permanently endure flat equality if it is extended from its proper political field into the more real, more concrete fields within. Let us wear equality; but let us undress every night.

(1) C.S. Lewis lived and wrote in England. Hence, his reference to "being a Democrat" had nothing to do with our (USA) "Democratic Party". 

(2) John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667), Book IV, line 740. 18 

(3) Naomi Mitchison, The Home and a Changing Civilization (London, 1934), Chapter I, pp. 49-50.

Monday 6 May 2019

AXIS MUNDI — The Dark Tower




One last time around The Wheel,

Old Friend.




The Gunslinger:

This is madness.


The Kid :

You can't walk

into a hospital here carrying guns.

Trust me.

Come on.

Let me do all the talking.

Hi.

You've reached Laurie, Lon and Jake.

Please leave a detailed message...

and we'll get back to you

as soon as possible.


This is awful. 

Try it.

That looks gross. What is it?

You got to try it. 

It's terrible.


I don't want to try it if it's terrible.



It's like mango...


The Gunslinger:

Do the animals here still speak?



What? No, that's a commercial.

Wait, what do you mean by "still"..?



He's in here.

Mr. Deschain.

I see the antibiotics are kicking in.

On a scale of one to 10, how bad is your pain?


The Gunslinger:

Okay.


You were in very bad shape.

I'm surprised you're even sitting up.


The Gunslinger:

I'm Stronger Than Most.


We get that sentiment a lot.

So aside from your infection

and the wound from the...

costume-party incident...

we also found traces

of hepatitis a, b, e, and...

Chronic Radiation Sickness.


Have you traveled overseas

in the past couple of months?


The Gunslinger:

No. I've been here on Keystone-Earth.

So am I cured or not?


We're going to keep you here for the night to monitor your progress.


[Begins ripping I.V. Tubing feeds out of his arm by the fistful.]


Maybe tomorrow afternoon...


What are you doing? No.


The Gunslinger:

I can't stay Here.


You need to get back on that.

Mr. Deschain, you need...


The Gunslinger:

[Deposits Gold into The Healer’s palm.]


For your services.



Wait, what?



May Your Days Be Long.



But you need to get back on that.

Mr. Deschain?



Bring my guns.


These are painkillers and vitamins.

You only want to take

one or two at a... time.



Hey, cutie.

Can we join The Party?


The Gunslinger:

You have both forgotten

The Faces of Your Fathers.



You probably shouldn't talk

to people Here.



What is this?


Sugar.

How we gonna find the portal?

New York's a pretty big place.



I don't know.

I just can't let Walter know

how I'm coming for him.



I've got an idea.



These painkillers work fast.

I haven't felt this good in years.



Yeah, we got the good stuff.



Got any more of that sugar?


Tuesday 9 April 2019

II



Gender is in EVERYTHING

EVERYTHING 
has it’s Masculine 
AND 
Feminine Aspects

Gender Manifests on 
ALL PLANES





Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?

Ooh, ah
Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for President?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?

Ooh ah,
Is it just a waste of time?

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.
Mama's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mama's gonna put all her fears into you.
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm.

Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby,
Of course mama's gonna help build the wall.

Mother do you think she's good enough, for me?
Mother do you think she's dangerous, to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooh ah,
Mother will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry.
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through.
Mama's gonna wait up until you get in.
Mama will always find out where you've been.
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.

Ooh baby, ooh baby, ooh baby,
You'll always be baby to me.
Mother, did it need to be so high?






(In the Fortress of Solitude, with Lois watching, Superman addresses the image of his Kryptonian mother, Lara)

Lara: Your father and I tried to anticipate your every question, Kal-El. This is the one we hoped you would not ask.

Superman: But I have to, because... she's everything I want in life.

Lara: And she, the one you have chosen, she feels as much for you?

Superman: Yes.

Lara: Then, if this is what you wish, if you intend to live your life with a mortal, you must live as a mortal. You must become one of them.

This crystal chamber has harnessed
the rays of the red sun of Krypton.
Once exposed to these rays, all your great powers on Earth
will disappear forever.
But consider once it is done, there is no return.
You will become an ordinary man.
You will feel like an ordinary man.
You can be hurt like an ordinary man.

My son, are you sure?

Mother... I love her.

You did all that for me?
I don't know what to say.


Just say you love me.




Monday 8 April 2019

BIRDS + BES







The Oracle: 

Well, come on. I ain't gonna bite ya. 

Come around here, and let me have a look at ya. 

My goodness, look at you! 

You turned out all right, didn't you? 

How do you feel?

Neo: 

I, uh...

The Oracle: 

I know you're not sleeping. 

We'll get to that. 

Why don't you come and have a sit this time?

Neo: 

Maybe I'll stand.

The Oracle: 

Well, suit yourself.

Neo sits down.

Neo: 

I felt like sitting.

The Oracle: 

I know. 

So. 

Let's get the obvious stuff out of the way.

Neo: 

You're not human, are you?

The Oracle: 

Well it's tough to get any more obvious than that.

Neo: 

If I had to guess, I'd say you're a program from the machine world. 

So is he.

The Oracle: 

So far, so good.

Neo: 

But if that's true, that can mean you are a part of this system, another kind of control.

The Oracle: 

Keep going.

Neo: 

I suppose the most obvious question is, how can I trust you?

The Oracle: 

Bingo! 

It is a pickle, no doubt about it. 

The bad news is there's no way if you can really know whether I'm here to help you or not. 

So it's really up to you. 

You just have to make up your own damn mind to either accept what I'm going to tell you, or reject it. 

Candy?

Neo: 

D'you already know if I'm going to take it?

The Oracle: 

Wouldn't be much of an Oracle if I didn't.

Neo: 

But if you already know, how can I make a choice?

The Oracle: 

Because you didn't come here to make the choice, you've already made it. 

You're here to try to understand why you made it. 

I thought you'd have figured that out by now.

Neo: 

Why are you here?

The Oracle: 

Same reason. I love candy.

Neo: 

But why help us?

The Oracle: 

We're all here to do what we're all here to do. 

I'm interested in one thing, Neo, the future. 

And believe me, I know - the only way to get there is together.

Neo: Are there other programs like you?

The Oracle: Oh, well, not like me. But... Look, see those birds? 

At some point A Program was written to 

Govern Them

A Program was written to Watch Over The Trees, and The Wind, The Sunrise, and Sunset

There are programs running all over the place. 


The ones doing Their Job

Doing What They Were Meant to Do, 

are invisible. 

You'd never even know they were here. 

But the other ones, well, we hear about them all the time.


Neo: 

I've never heard of them.

The Oracle: 

Of course you have. 

Every time you've heard someone say they saw a ghost, or an angel. 

Every story you've ever heard about vampires, werewolves, or aliens is The System assimilating Some Program that's Doing Something they're not supposed to be Doing.


Neo: 

Programs hacking programs. Why?

The Oracle: 

They have Their Reasons, 

but usually a program chooses exile when it faces Deletion.


Neo: 

And why would A Program be deleted?

The Oracle: 

Maybe it breaks down. 

Maybe a better program is created to replace it - happens all the time, and when it does, a program can either choose to hide here, or return to The Source.

Neo: 

The machine mainframe?

The Oracle: 

Yes. Where you must go. 

Where the path of The One ends. 

You've seen it, in your dreams, haven't you? The door made of light?

Neo nods

The Oracle: 

What happens when you go through the door?

Neo: 

I see Trinity, and something happens, something bad. She starts to fall, and then I wake up.

The Oracle: Do you see her die?

Neo: No.

The Oracle: You have the sight now, Neo. You are looking at the world without time.

Neo: Then why can't I see what happens to her?

The Oracle: We can never see past the choices we don't understand.

Neo: Are you saying I have to choose whether Trinity lives or dies?

The Oracle: No. You've already made the choice, now you have to understand it.

Neo: No, I can't do that. I won't.

The Oracle: You have to.

Neo: Why?

The Oracle: Because you're The One.

Neo: What if I can't? What happens if I fail?

The Oracle: 

Then Zion will fall. 


Our time is up. 

Listen to me, Neo. 

You can save Zion if you reach The Source, 

but to do that you will need the Keymaker.


Neo: 

The Keymaker?


The Oracle: 

Yes, he disappeared some time ago. We did not know what happened to him until now. He's being held prisoner by a very dangerous program, one of the oldest of us. 

He is called the Merovingian, and he will not let him go willingly.


Neo: 

What does he want?

The Oracle: 

What do all men with ower want? 

More Power.

The Oracle: 

Be there, at that exact time, and you will have a chance.

Seraph: 

We must go.

The Oracle: 

Seems like every time we meet I've got nothing but bad news. 


I'm sorry about that, I surely am. 


But for what it's worth, 

You've Made A Believer out of Me. 

Good luck, kiddo.

End scene.