It is only human for someone who ascribes wholly to liberalism (as they understand it) to also be convinced that the alternatives are fascism, nazism, and communism. After all, we project ourselves on the world out of necessity.
And they are not necessarily wrong in their belief about the alternatives.
But when that conviction is so prevalent and entrenched as to become a blind spot, then you have the curious phenomenon of people who think that anything different to their point of view (liberalism notwithstanding), no matter how slight, necessarily leads to the alternative extremes.
This is what happens when an idea is conflated with the person (or people) who ascribe to it or opine to — when they think they embody it and so what they say about it is true, indubitable, perfect and incapable of objection.
Ideas are always spoilt by people and ever it was thus.
Why? — Because ideas organise people and people crave power.
A: I do not want my beloved to be perfect — far from it. I want them to be open, attentive and receptive to me.
B: Why not? A perfect person is surely a delight and does not come with torments and tragedies associated with imperfection.
A: Because above all I value love and nothing makes my love lazier than perfection, than things being as they should be, than my beloved being perfect. Like life, love is at its fullest and can grow to its highest when faced with challenges.
You wouldn’t know it and maybe you dare not see it, or if you’ve seen it, your vanity dare not accept it, but love also has its skills, its muscles and, like a living organism, like a unity between parts, it can grow or it can wither.
B: But there is surely something you like your beloved to be — or else how can you even be attracted to someone in the first place?
A: Yes, I want my beloved to be rough and ready, not smooth and sorry. But what has that got to do with perfection?
A: What makes you so good at making a decision?
B: I tell myself that there is always something more important to be done and that this pending decision is getting in the way; so long as I let it linger, it occupies more time, space and energy than it deserves.
A: Why is beauty so important?
B: That question is meaningless, but let me try to answer it from the spirit in which you asked it.
Because beauty does not discriminate in its relation to you, in how it affects you.
Beauty uplifts you, irrespective of who you are.
If you are a depressive through and through, beauty will uplift your depression and sharpen that state in you. In beauty, you will find reasons to be depressed and feel justified in doing so.
If you are ambitious through and through, beauty will incite that ambition. In beauty, you will find reasons to be ambitious and feel justified in doing so.
But does beauty care for what you make of it? Certainly, not.
Beauty is a stimulant, spiritual fuel, which asks no questions about the engine which it supplies. And so, throughout the ages, it has inspired the worst and the best of human beings — without asking any questions and without being apportioned any blame.
In a word, beauty is morally neutral — and, perhaps, so it should be…?
On that first wink of daybreak, my Sun turned to me and She said:
I am bursting with energy – if I don’t fly away, then I will explode. I must be channeled, but first I must be absorbed — I must have a conductor, don’t you understand?
Please absorb me and then channel me — but beware, because you cannot hide from me.
I know the difference between the conductor who absorbs and channels and the insulator who pretends to do so by absorbing enough before splurging out the best of me.
Can you absorb and gently guide me towards something meaningful, or are you squandering me — are you forcing me to fly away, to explode with ferocious force…?
Beauty can have a calming effect, but it is not calming in the narcotic sense. It is calming, yet exciting — it excites as it calms. Beauty can usher in anticipation without making us anxious.
Imagine you are a lion hiding in the field, your gaze is focused on a gazelle.
Your body is electric as your fur stands up on end one hair at a time. Yet, you notice nothing but the warm feeling of shimmering light surrounding the gazelle — as if you mark it with your crosshairs.
Your claws sink into the ground with excitement and you feel every movement around you and the gazelle.
Your breath slows down and disperses out of existence for a second — and then it comes back slow and steady before aligning with the gazelle’s movements.
Your mind is clean and clear — thought comes and goes without sticking because all that matter is, you guessed it, this gazelle.
That is what beauty can feel like — but indeed not to all of us.
Some of us raise the floor because we do not recognise a ceiling, while others strive to break right through the ceiling.
Some of us raise the ceiling and not turning back to see the floor, while others pull the floor from under us.
Do you see the pattern?
— A word about doing things without taking into account others’ interests.