Once absorbed, Schopenhauer’s philosophy remains like a black lamp that the mind cannot turn away from. There is a magnetism about it, a dark attraction that always makes sure to draw attention to itself. And then it shows itself, always wise, true and unpleasant, as pushing with irrefutable arguments the conduct advocated by its creator. One can say what one wants about Schopenhauer, but one cannot deny his force.
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The Moralist Is Someone Who Swallows Stones
The moralist is someone who swallows stones and, unable to digest them, feels them tearing him from the inside in a painful journey that turns into literary groans. Nothing is gained from them, except the realization that they have occurred and will occur again. The moralist can do nothing against the stones, and there seems to be something in him that urges him to eat them again and again.
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.
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.