Any Work Is Bearable…

By Guyau:

« Maudit soit ce travail qui, semblable à la flamme,
Dévore notre vie et la disperse au vent ;
Maudit ce luxe vain, ces caprices de femme
Toujours prêts à payer sa vie à qui la vend ! »

Oh, despair! And the impressive, the unbelievable thing, is to see that such verses today can only come out of very rare feathers, those unable to adapt to the prevailing normality. Undoubtedly, such an unacknowledged feeling is a sin against modern society, which demands the acceptance and exaltation of these qualities and this conduct that seems to strangle human dignity. I believe it was Dostoevsky who reflected, in the freezing cold prison of Siberia, that any work is bearable, but to see it useless, to see oneself striving for nothing, that is absolutely revolting and intolerable to man: in such a situation, the best thing, no doubt, is not to exist. But Dostoevsky, perhaps, was too hasty: at least today, very few seem to fit his observation.

When Is Destroyed That Which for Centuries…

In a posthumous work, the late Pope Benedict XVI says

La società occidentale è una società nella quale nella sfera pubblica Dio è assente e per la quale non ha più nulla da dire. E per questo è una società nella quale si perde sempre più il criterio e la misura dell’umano.

From this stems, to a large extent, the existential vacuum that modern society has gotten itself into. When is destroyed that which for centuries has served man as a fulcrum of meaning, a certainty and a support, helplessness and confusion are inevitable. Disoriented, modern man no longer has anything to fall back on, and deprived of a higher vision of existence, he has become lesser. The benefits of belief for the common man are debatable; however, it cannot be denied that religious practice forces him to see a more complex reality and often lifts him above the banality of everyday life.

Proudhon’s Revolt

Another from Proudhon:

L’autorité ne fut pas plutôt inaugurée dans le monde qu’elle devint l’objet de la compétition universelle. Autorité, Gouvernement, Pouvoir, Etat — ces mots désignent tous la même chose —, chacun y vit le moyen d’opprimer et d’exploiter ses semblables. Absolutistes, doctrinaires, démagogues et socialistes tournèrent incessamment leurs regards vers l’autorité, comme vers leur pôle unique.

Proudhon’s revolt, the vehemence and ardor that leap like sparks from his lines is quite understandable: it is very easy to imagine a society that does not consist of oppressors and oppressed; yet it is astonishing to see that oppression, in whatever guise it is presented, does nothing but consolidate by molding itself to the prevailing propensities. And to see that, even though the obvious is blatantly exposed, the majority does not see it, taking an active part in the perpetuation of that which goes directly against not only their interests, but their own dignity.

To Be Governed

From Proudhon:

Être GOUVERNÉ, c’est être gardé à vue, inspecté, espionné, dirigé, légiféré, réglementé, parqué, endoctriné, prêché, contrôlé, estimé, apprécié, censuré, commandé, par des êtres qui n’ont ni le titre, ni la science, ni la vertu… Être GOUVERNÉ, c’est être, à chaque opération, à chaque transaction, à chaque mouvement, noté, enregistré, recensé, tarifé, timbré, toisé, coté, cotisé, patenté, licencié, autorisé, apostillé, admonesté, empêché, réformé, redressé, corrigé. C’est, sous prétexte d’utilité publique, et au nom de l’intérêt général, être mis à contribution, exercé, rançonné, exploité, monopolisé, concussionné, pressuré, mystifié, volé ; puis, à la moindre résistance, au premier mot de plainte, réprimé, amendé, vilipendé, vexé, traqué, houspillé, assommé, désarmé, garrotté, emprisonné, fusillé, mitraillé, jugé, condamné, déporté, sacrifié, vendu, trahi et, pour comble, joué, berné, outragé, déshonoré. Voilà le gouvernement, voilà sa justice, voilà sa morale !

Proudhon’s eloquence is one of those that convince a monk to buy a rifle. The meticulousness in stating the obvious can only admit laughter as a response. What to say? How to refute it? Proudhon, who was no ordinary man, had eyes to see the tyrannical exploitation that became social normality, had eyes to see the vexatious state of submission in which the ordinary citizen was allowed to live. And then? Persists the myth, now set in stone, that it is imperative that everyone agrees to be sheep and that a few be wolves. This is the only way “society” can function. One millimeter outside of this is chaos and disorder: everyone loses and, therefore, the best thing is to silently accept the need for some to command and others to obey.