THE FUTURE - CHAPTER 1
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Centuries in the future, an old man awakes from cryogenic sleep to face the judgement of a utopian society that barely survived his past abuses of power. In the vein of 'Atlas Shrugged, philosophy, philosopher Stefan Molyneux has created a compelling and powerful work of imagination. He vividly describes the wonderful future that mankind can achieve - and the barriers to getting there - and all that we need to leave behind to finally live in peace...
Centuries in the future, an old man awakes from cryogenic sleep to face the judgement of a utopian society that barely survived his past abuses of power. In the vein of 'Atlas Shrugged, philosophy, philosopher Stefan Molyneux has created a compelling and powerful work of imagination. He vividly describes the wonderful future that mankind can achieve - and the barriers to getting there - and all that we need to leave behind to finally live in peace...
Transcript
00:00 The Future by Stéphane Molyneux
00:03 freedomain.com
00:05 Chapter One
00:07 I birth back to life through the graves of my childhood.
00:17 When your heart first panics and shocks you back to gasping breath,
00:23 you grow from nothing, from a zygote, an idea, a blank book.
00:29 Into your adult power in a matter of, God, I don't know how long.
00:35 Forever, or a moment. Cracked memories are not time.
00:41 I am reborn from ice, like my mother's womb, but warmer.
00:51 Like my life, I first gasp in the midnight depths,
00:57 and end up choking for air in the sun-stained shallows.
01:03 I start with nothing.
01:09 A silent crib, a heavy, heavy head, rotating female faces.
01:20 Do my legs have two colors, or is that sunlight?
01:27 Distant yelling, pulled up and out, held up in the rain before wet faces flashing lights.
01:36 On a trembling lap, feeling my mother's rough legs, scaly and sandy.
01:47 Watching her peel off her skin at night, laughing with...
01:53 my father.
01:56 She removes her colors like a mirrored chameleon in the dark.
02:03 I doze between a canyon of chests, one hairy, one plump food.
02:14 Someone plays with my hair, lazy whirlpool spiders.
02:23 This is when I begin to suspect my death is reaching down to meet my birth.
02:35 Spiders, chameleons, sun-stained shadows. I would never have had these analogies as a baby.
02:44 Some claw is reaching down from the end of my life to pull me up
02:49 from a single cell to a hospital prison.
02:52 I am meeting myself in the middle.
02:57 I weep with relief that the icicles in my bones might thaw in time.
03:06 I am a skeleton of winter shivering for spring.
03:15 I stagger through my infancy, a staccato movie most frames missing.
03:23 Controlling my innards, hot with pleasure at my body's creaking complaints.
03:30 Praise from a new woman, an old woman, at my empty diaper.
03:37 A thirst for adulthood, a breakout from the broken...
03:42 [silence]
03:52 A thirst for adulthood, a breakout from the broken baby prison of my inflated flesh.
03:59 The shameful debased coinage of the newly minted.
04:03 Father strides in the distance, focused, careless.
04:10 I want to become the little black ear box he treasures.
04:14 Mother has to disassemble and reassemble herself every day,
04:22 which means she must break constantly.
04:27 He mostly rages in the night. The dark kills calm.
04:36 But I learn to love it, like thunder overhead.
04:40 Older, in my room with the car wash windows, blue daylight for an instance,
04:50 trying to jump and hang in the flashing air.
04:59 I erode, I suppose, in the waiting to exist, in the wasted early times,
05:10 begging for attention like a dog barking at a cloud.
05:15 Reaching for distracted parents, I fall out of myself,
05:26 into waves, into pain.
05:31 I taste salt and wet and hurt and love.
05:40 "Don't do it!"
05:44 "What? Exist? Think? Love? Fail?"
05:54 My mother's voice, I resent, but I have to wear a coat because she is cold.
06:01 Time accelerates as I rise to life.
06:09 An old cartoon flies by, Jesus, making eggs,
06:13 complaining about feeling like he's been dead for three days.
06:19 I see a rising white rocket clawing to the sky within me, but I recoil from it.
06:26 To flee the rich air, wild surf and sheltering trees
06:31 for the endless emptiness between dead planets? Let that not be true!
06:35 Older, faster, friends, new hair, scorn and superiority.
06:49 Pursuing girls like a child chasing balloons, bright, bumping, empty.
06:55 Father cares now. Mother moves on, back.
07:03 New babies, new flashbulbs shining on shiny magazine covers.
07:08 Perfection is for admiration, not love.
07:14 Hairspray stings the nose with isolation.
07:18 He brings me into his leather lair with watery smoke and old records.
07:28 Tells me to win at all costs, but second place is shameful, nothing invisible.
07:38 Growing, leaving, scalding scorn, grudging appreciation, great value.
07:52 I am dizzy, my mind aches from bursting through the sedimentary layers of old time.
08:02 And then, then I am free. My mind clears, I taste bile between my teeth.
08:14 I hate childhood.
08:18 My thoughts slow and circle, looking for a place to land.
08:30 I settle into adult thoughts, waiting for my sight to return.
08:37 Spring begins to thaw my marrow, drape flesh on the winter bones.
08:51 My friends, what a strange word, I haven't really used it in years, face, rises in my mind.
09:03 A short boy, freckles, red hair and blue eyes, sitting and talking and talking and talking.
09:14 I try to laugh, but my cheeks are dentist gum numb. Oh yeah, he used to be obsessed with tunneling down to earlier and earlier memories.
09:28 He passes through my mind, chattering away self-obsessively.
09:34 Every time he would think he had gotten to the bottom, he would unpeel another one,
09:39 and then spend hours trying to figure out if that was a genuine memory or just an external story impressed on him by endless repetition.
09:46 Oh, that time that he had fallen asleep behind the couch during a game of hide-and-go-seek,
09:52 and his hysterical mother had called the police, thinking he had wandered off.
09:55 Was that real, a genuine memory, or just another one of his mother's half-smiling, exasperated stories so common in my tribe?
10:04 The mothers who were endlessly put upon by absolutely normal childhood behavior, particularly from boys.
10:10 I remember, I could never understand why he would want to muck about with such early nonsense.
10:19 Life is an inverted pyramid. The beginning means almost nothing.
10:24 The spread of power at the end is everything, and if you get there, who cares what came before?
10:31 I have always utterly loathed questions without answers.
10:34 In particular, pointless questions without answers, such as, "Is this early memory a real memory, or an internalized story?"
10:42 What navel-gazing nonsense.
10:46 Rage will thaw me.
10:51 I never knew what he was looking for, back there, down there.
10:59 I do know that he never seemed to find it, never seemed to get any satisfaction from this endless circular pursuit,
11:05 never broke free of this obsession, and went a little crazy, if I remember rightly, after Jane...
11:14 Light begins to brighten my eyelids.
11:22 Why does no one ever paint what we see when we close our eyes?
11:28 And a stabbing pain, like twin bullets through the sockets, hits me,
11:33 reaching to an ancient ache on the back of my scalp where the paint stuck,
11:38 and I get a terrible sense of time.
11:42 Is this even the same, son?
11:45 How can so little light hurt so much, unless I have slept for a thousand years?
11:56 Coughing in the dark. Old bones.
12:00 A young man with dark bangs, sitting in shadows, whispering to me that, "We shall meet again."
12:08 Counseling me to surrender to the ice, to hibernation, to an unimaginable future.
12:16 What did I do?
12:23 The question is empty now, self-conscious. This is better.
12:27 Where did I go?
12:30 A long time away.
12:35 My friend's face hangs before me now.
12:45 How long have I lived?
12:49 And it strikes me with a great internal church bell of sadness,
12:53 that it is almost certain that his face has vanished from the world,
12:58 as most of us vanish from the world,
13:01 in a terrifying waterfall of endless obscurity.
13:05 Bubbles that form and pour and splash and dissolve into nothing,
13:10 into the vast emptiness of most people's lives in history.
13:15 They exist to breed and serve and eat and make,
13:19 and they vanish like a wet smudge of tiny insects in a giant hurricane.
13:25 A part of my brain seems to have unfrozen first.
13:34 A part that was probably frozen for most of my life,
13:41 Oh, God, it was an important thought. Where has it gone?
13:45 Sadness about my friend's face having vanished from the world.
13:49 Ah, yeah, there it is.
13:52 When my friend was searching for his early memories,
13:55 it terrified me deeply,
13:57 although I only experienced that as irritation at the time,
14:00 that a boy could actually get lost chasing his own memories.
14:08 The idea of ceasing to exist, of being forgotten,
14:13 was always bottomlessly terrifying to me.
14:17 I genuinely believed that if I had not achieved power,
14:22 I would have had a very tough time even getting out of bed.
14:27 The pointlessness of eating and breathing and sexing
14:32 and fitting a jacket and getting a haircut and laughing,
14:36 when after you were gone no one would remember your name or your face or what you did,
14:40 and all of your dreams and unrealized thoughts will have vanished as if you never existed.
14:45 Even now I can feel the ice forming on my spine, even as it leaves my brain utterly terrifying.
14:54 Was that what it was all about?
15:01 Oh, God, who cares?
15:04 Introspection is paralysis. Obscurity is the only real death.
15:09 The light and agony increases. I am terrified to open my eyes.
15:16 The sun is two spears in the hands of a hunter.
15:21 I flee inward, which I hate, but it is the only path away from the pain.
15:30 Like a vampire.
15:33 An old door opens.
15:38 Oh, when was this? When I was a teenager? In my mid-teens?
15:46 Ah, everyone has that friend who listens to drum god rush
15:52 and takes that fork in the road that leads either to an obsession with Lord of the Rings or Ayn Rand.
15:59 Listening to Geddy Lee's screech in tinnitus syllables about Rivendell and the virtue of selfishness
16:04 is a curse that many a beardless youth falls prey to.
16:08 My red-headed friend gave me a cloth bag full of books on objectivism
16:13 and kept circling around me at social events, trying to make eye contact,
16:17 clearly desperate for me to fall under the smell of...
16:21 [silence]
16:32 My red-headed friend gave me a cloth bag full of books on objectivism
16:37 and kept circling around me at social events, trying to make eye contact,
16:41 clearly desperate for me to fall under the spell of that smoky Soviet goddess of bitter atheism and literary rape.
16:49 Yeah, the flood of pleasure at his need.
16:54 Even back then, oh God, maybe 14 or 15, I loved having people want things from me.
17:03 It gave me shape, dimension, power.
17:08 God, I hated people who wanted things from others.
17:11 It always felt so pathetic and helpless, but I loved it when they wanted things from me
17:18 and I got everything they gave up.
17:21 Deeper into the past, away from the invading light.
17:27 And now the door opens.
17:31 Stuck on a boring call one long Sunday afternoon, I thumbed through my friend's bag full of books,
17:38 looking for the pictures that used to be sandwiched between endless text in those paper-cut days.
17:45 In this book, there was a photo that chilled me to the bone.
17:51 And I actually felt an electric current of pure revulsion and I hurled the book away.
17:57 It was a picture of three people, Ayn Rand, Nathaniel Brandon, probably groping her from behind his bulk,
18:05 and one elderly man on the left with a cleft chin, squinting into the sun.
18:13 Why do old people insist on squinting? It just makes them look like loathsome crumpled wax paper.
18:18 And the caption under the picture correctly identified everyone except him.
18:23 He was just an unidentified man.
18:28 There is that spinal chill again. I feel revulsion and rage at that moment.
18:37 How dare a man live on this earth for 70 years and leave such a tiny, pathetic, unimportant footprint,
18:43 despite being surrounded by relatively well-known people that one tiny wave from the ocean of time washes him clean away.
18:50 The ocean dissolves us like sandcastles. We build, it breaks. Walking into it is death.
19:02 Oh God, and now my mother's sentimental voice.
19:10 Oh, you don't know. He could have had a wonderful family life, done great things in his community,
19:16 be remembered by hundreds of people, helped hundreds more.
19:19 What does it matter if someone writing a book doesn't bother to figure out his name?
19:23 Man alive. What a female perspective.
19:30 Don't get me wrong, I worshipped my mother, but only because she worshipped my father.
19:35 Ah, and there it is. My father, gone how many years? And really only remembered because of me.
19:52 I was born into privilege, my mother always used to say.
19:58 Which again was an annoyingly female perspective, because that is not how men work, at least not men who achieve what I achieved.
20:05 Not that we can achieve it. Without women, bless their hearts.
20:10 The pain from the growing nuclear orange light drives me from the past into abstractions.
20:19 The final refuge from the tyranny of agony. I hated the idea of it.
20:26 Privilege is a terrible word to put into the path of ambition.
20:32 Yeah, I was born into money. Yes, I was born into power.
20:37 Yes, I was born into, well, everything positive and helpful to the pursuit of power that you could conceivably imagine.
20:45 But the entire point of privilege is to internalize the goddamned word.
20:50 I remember arguing with my mother as she backed away.
20:56 If you exile privilege from yourself, it just gets in your way by provoking guilt and paralysis and a horrible sense of self-erasure for the sake of your good fortune.
21:09 The insult of privilege is just a slow venom response from the biting underclasses.
21:15 It's their way of having you back away from your own potential for power in horror at your accidental good fortune.
21:22 It's total crap and I hate it with every atom of my being.
21:28 I try to move my arms, and they're trapped like cylinder porch Christmas soldiers.
21:38 I try to move my arms, and they're trapped like cylinder porch Christmas soldiers.
21:52 Panic drives me to further abstractions perilously close to philosophy.
21:59 Where the hell else does this apply?
22:04 If you're born beautiful, you don't make yourself ugly or fail to exploit your beauty just because you happen to be lucky, right mom?
22:10 If you're born with a great voice, you don't purposefully sing badly so you don't offend the tone deaf.
22:17 No, mom, if you're born beautiful, you have to internalize that beauty.
22:24 It has to become you or it is completely and totally useless.
22:30 You have to say to yourself and only later to others that real beauty comes from within.
22:36 That beauty is just an attitude and confidence and all other kinds of nonsense.
22:42 The supermodel genuinely has to believe that if you feel beautiful, you are beautiful.
22:48 If she doesn't, she won't be able to transfer that delusion to others for the sake of giving gay guys who hate their mothers the power to force women to stop eating and wear shoes that make their feet bleed.
22:59 [laughs]
23:01 My healthy anger, welcome back, wakes to fight back against my trapped pain.
23:08 Everyone exploits their advantages, mom, or makes their disadvantage their advantage if they have no luck at all.
23:17 Losers turn themselves into victims and get resources that way.
23:22 And if they win, if they get trillions of dollars, and if anyone knows this, it's me, their lack of privilege becomes their privilege.
23:31 And so what right do they have to complain about me using my natural privilege when they literally invent and use their own?
23:38 [laughs]
23:42 My father swims into my mental view again, at the height of its power and grace and elegance.
23:52 And it suddenly strikes me, and I have no idea what this part of my brain has been my whole life,
23:59 that it is not just me coming back to life, but also all the people I remember.
24:12 The sermon from my early childhood, kind of inappropriate now when I think about it,
24:20 square-bearded Father Gregory thundering about Jesus strolling through cemeteries and raising the entirety of the dead,
24:27 he is now talking about me.
24:30 And a realization hits me with a series of goosebumps that I hope has something to do with my newfound emotional depth rather than my dead skin thawing.
24:40 I am like Jesus walking through the cemetery, the cemetery of my history.
24:50 I have come back to life, like he did.
24:55 And as I return to the light, I bring with me all the people I remember, here, now, to wherever in hell I am.
25:05 In my mind's eye, my father turns from his position at the black hole center of a brightly lit party
25:15 and laughs at me for imagining that I will not understand wherever I am, even if it is...
25:20 Power is power, son.
25:25 From the Greeks, the Romans, to the aristocracy, to the leaders of democracy, politicians will always understand the world.
25:33 The history of technology might change, but people don't.
25:35 Aristotle would still understand 21st century logic,
25:39 and a politician will always understand the power structure of the society he lives in.
25:43 And it doesn't matter where or when that society is.
25:48 Oh, God, this is probably one of my earliest memories.
25:59 I'm not going to say an easy speech, which sounds like a Bazooka Joe comic from my youth, but my father...
26:03 at a party.
26:06 I'd fallen asleep after dinner, then woken up and looked up at my father,
26:11 who had a giant chandelier hanging over his head, far above his thinning hair.
26:16 And it was like the universe had placed a sparkling constellation over the center of authority in the ballroom.
26:26 They say that women don't dress for men, but for other women.
26:29 Although men generally dress for power, only sometimes power over women.
26:33 But I got a strong sense, oh, so long ago, in a building long dust,
26:40 that everyone in that ballroom, I couldn't count the number, had all dressed for my father.
26:48 And that he was a kind of well-coiffed master ape.
26:54 Vaguely thuggish in his tuxedo.
26:57 Perfectly at ease in the exercise of power.
27:01 Perfectly gracious in the certainty of his dominance.
27:05 And that was when I really felt that I tore myself loose from my mother.
27:15 Because my mother was full of diluted sentimentality and sympathy for the underprivileged.
27:23 She painlessly cared for other people's voices,
27:26 which always seemed sinister to me, like a ghost moaning in the mist.
27:31 But it suddenly hit me, with full force, right there in my tiny solar plexus,
27:37 that my mother's drippy words about the underprivileged were just a kind of test of dominance, perhaps.
27:50 While she might turn herself inside out in sympathy for the underdog,
27:53 she had married the top dog, the master ape.
27:58 And if I wanted a woman like my mother, which, if I wanted to be like my father, I would need to get,
28:05 then I had to learn how to make sympathetic noises towards her obsession with the underprivileged while recognizing
28:13 that these were just silly words that she used,
28:19 either to keep the resentment of other women at bay,
28:21 or because she was unable to own and accept her own pursuit of the master ape.
28:25 It didn't really matter, a man can go completely mad plumbing the depths of the feminine.
28:28 The point was that it's great to endlessly warble about sympathy for the weak,
28:33 while building your entire life about pursuing and owning strength.
28:41 Maybe it's a kind of camouflage, but I don't remember my father inhabiting that contradiction.
28:49 My father wanted to inspire men to strength, in part by showing off the beauty of my mother,
28:56 while my mother dragged people down by offering fructose maternal sympathy for their suffering.
29:03 Do we challenge, or do we cuddle?
29:09 Men at least don't have to suffer from the hypocrisy of claiming to care for the underdog while pursuing the top dog.
29:16 Perhaps that's why we tend to get more things done in this life.
29:20 Or that life.
29:26 Oh, I realize now, my slowly waking state,
29:35 as images, pictures and feelings flow past my brain like some two-bit screensaver,
29:40 that the party I recall, which I haven't thought of in half a century,
29:48 put the stamp of the future on the soft wax of my early brain.
29:59 Children are fascinated by power. For boys, it's status. For girls, beauty or something like that.
30:08 Like dogs, we map the hierarchy around us from a very early age.
30:14 For me, I was maybe three years old when this party happened.
30:24 Another wave of sadness slams into me as I realize that the ghosts returning to life with me don't know anything more than I do.
30:34 I could snap my finger and talk to my mother.
30:38 She's lurking in here complaining about my arrogance as usual, while simultaneously stoking the ambition of my father,
30:44 but I could never get her to tell me how old I was when this party happened,
30:48 in the ballroom under the sparkling crown of the chandelier.
30:53 If she were still alive, she would know these things in that bear-trap way that women remember relationships and events and timing.
31:00 It wouldn't be more than a tenth of a second before she would tell me the place, date, reason and purpose of the ball,
31:05 as well as reciting the names of at least half the people who were there.
31:09 But my mother in my mind is a dead ghost.
31:19 She only exists as I remember her, not as she was.
31:26 The tomb of her mind is truly sealed. It cannot be opened,
31:32 since she who gathered me together from dust has now turned to dust herself,
31:37 with all her memories and thoughts and connections and instant answers to unimportant questions long gone.
31:46 How long?
31:53 My father wanted to be remembered, as I wanted to be remembered,
31:57 and I suddenly suspect that the only reason I am still alive is because I was remembered.
32:09 But thinking about my mother, I suddenly realize that to be remembered is not the same as being alive.
32:17 We can never achieve immortality, because others only remember us as they see us,
32:23 not as we actually are or were.
32:28 We cannot even correct those who get our lives and our thoughts completely wrong.
32:34 We become a tool for propagandists who can turn us into whatever they want to in order to achieve their goals and their ends,
32:39 and our prominence in the present might be a giant lever for destruction in the future.
32:44 [laughs]
32:47 Oh, I laugh at myself. And this takes some effort. It does not come naturally to me.
32:54 And the ghost of my mad old friend laughs with me.
32:59 He has come back to life, and where he could not bring to life his own memories in the past, he now lives in my waking memories in the future.
33:06 He laughs at me because I am tripping over the same tangled roots that took him down.
33:12 God, no wonder I never spent any time alone.
33:17 Oh, philosophy, philosophy, philosophy.
33:23 My friend who worshipped Ayn Rand, he kept dribbling on about integrity and virtue and self-sufficiency and not being a...
33:29 Oh, God, what was the phrase? A social metaphysician, second-hand or something like that.
33:36 You have to face reality and not manipulate people and follow abstract principles, even if it means self-destruction.
33:43 Yeah, it was childish and compelling and dreamlike.
33:52 It just meant that you were ostracized into a Walden-like perfection, squatting on a mountaintop, gnawing on your own vegetables and resentment,
33:58 and dying on a glacier before being covered by ice and uncovered by future anthropologists.
34:03 Noted loser from the past died in perfect solitude. By compromising nothing, he achieved nothing.
34:10 Oh, foggy orange crescents rim the bottom of my vision as the light grows.
34:20 Almost there now.
34:23 I never bothered teasing myself with false virtues.
34:28 A man teases himself with never visiting prostitutes again, knowing that he will, of course.
34:35 That's a living hell, just a pretend virtue that satisfies the self-sadism of failing your own values,
34:41 values which only exist to serve your masochism.
34:47 The self-flagellation of failing morality is a stupid act of self-sacrifice.
34:52 My objectivist friend would lecture me that man's life is the highest value, and whatever serves man's life is to good.
34:58 And I kept telling him that nothing serves a man's life more than power.
35:04 When you have power, you never have to beg. You don't even have to ask.
35:12 All you see are the tops of everyone's heads kneeling to serve you. Your family will never want for anything for ten generations, probably.
35:20 "Ah," he said, "but power doesn't make you happy."
35:25 Oh, mind-reading is a ridiculous self-delusion.
35:32 Could he provide me a long list of men who had power and then gave it up because it made them miserable?
35:39 We are not angels. We are apes with pretensions.
35:44 I prefer my philosophy honest, not idealistic, which is to say masochistic.
35:52 In my life, I shrugged and moved on, even after Jane...
35:58 My brain wrinkles form into a scowl in my skull.
36:08 Seeking power is the way of the world.
36:13 It's a tough and bloody game, and I completely understand and sympathize with those who don't want to play.
36:19 I just always demanded honesty from myself and from others.
36:24 If people don't want to play the power game, they're just abandoning their essential mammal inheritance.
36:29 All animals pursue power and control and dominance, especially apes.
36:35 And all these people who believe in evolution and still talk about morality, reciprocal altruism, and all other kinds of nonsense.
36:40 God, they turned my stomach. And wherever in hell I am, I suspect they still will.
36:46 You get power, you get money. You get money, you get a pretty wife.
36:55 A pretty wife makes you more successful children.
36:59 Any philosophy that threatens the passage of genes is self-defeating teenage nonsense.
37:05 God, I still silently laugh at those feminists who used to swirl around me with their bad teeth, armpit hair, unblinking eyes, and endless nagging.
37:15 I would listen, of course, and nod and sympathize, because I had learned the lesson of my mother.
37:20 But inside my mind were eyes were rolling like Vegas slot machines, because so few of them had children.
37:27 And so their beliefs would just die with them.
37:29 And they also wanted to bring into the country various cultural groups that had birth rates of six children per family and no sympathy for feminism.
37:35 I wanted to grab them by their fat, bare shoulders and snarl at them that the only culture is reproduction.
37:42 If they cannot be bothered to have kids, then it's all just a bunch of nonsense.
37:46 You win and have, or you lose and beg.
37:54 There are no other options except avoiding the game altogether, which simply turns the world over to people like me.
38:00 My eyelids twitch, preparing to open.
38:09 Last thoughts before the light burns the past away.
38:13 My redhead friend who strip-mined his history for nothing. Why in hell was I thinking about him?
38:23 It comes to me in a rush. Everything that is not power makes you doubt yourself.
38:28 You cannot doubt yourself in this life.
38:32 That is the essential sin of the mammal, the end of the line in the pursuit of relevance, survival, power.
38:39 The lion must never doubt that he can catch the zebra.
38:43 When he gets too old to chase, he is done and dies old and emaciated.
38:48 Doubt is death for him as for us.
38:52 My friend the objectivist did little better than my friend the redheaded navel-gazer.
38:59 His ideal standards made all his actions fall short, robbing him of energy and motivation.
39:06 Compared to the infinity of perfection, all human choices vanish into insignificance.
39:15 The only way to combat the paralysis of doubt is to believe in the soul.
39:19 That way you have the immortality of the soul to combat the impossibility of moral ideals.
39:25 One infinity versus another can at least end in a draw.
39:29 And if you lose the soul, as we all did, then you vanish in the face of ideals.
39:37 You are not even an insect in the light of the sunset. You are a self-eating atom.
39:44 The matter of the mammal meets the antimatter of the ideal and both vanish.
39:50 I had no idea I had such thoughts within me.
39:56 I giggle a little.
40:00 My unfreezing mind has gotten fairly bombastic.
40:08 I sound like a lantern-jawed motivational speaker, like that giant guy whose name escapes me who mistook his size and looks for depth and wisdom.
40:16 And more power to him! I would have done exactly the same thing.
40:21 I also applauded all the pretty women who rambled on about how the universe will just provide you things if you ask,
40:30 without noticing that men who want to sleep with them are constantly throwing resources at them.
40:35 It makes about as much sense as imagining that the universe wants to shower you because it is raining.
40:40 Oh, I laugh, because these are just idle thoughts that I never would have entertained at the heights of my glory and power.
40:51 To compare your ambitions to truth is to rob you of the hypocrisy necessary to achieve power.
40:59 It would be like me noticing how lucky I was. It would paralyze me.
41:04 Of course your family is unearned, but power is earned and is worshipped by those who want something for nothing.
41:13 I laugh again. God, I hope they can help fix whatever has happened to my brain.
41:20 I seem to have been infected with the paralysis of perspective.
41:26 My laughter is quickly followed by anger, rage even, which feels good and familiar since I know that it comes from my father.
41:37 I am beginning to hear voices? Angels?
41:48 I suddenly fear awakening. Death.
41:55 As kids, my sister and I spent one evening watching a spy movie and snacking on After Eight's minty chocolates.
42:03 One more, only one!
42:06 But they came in shiny black sleeves and we kept eating the chocolates and putting the sleeves back in the long green box.
42:12 We felt we were searching fingers for more and more until, with dread, we realized that there were only empty sleeves in the box
42:20 and we would get in serious trouble.
42:24 My sister vomited from sugar or stress, who knows?
42:30 My father had a damn firm hand.
42:35 To be fair, I only recalled him losing control once on the beach when I fell in love.
42:45 One more memory, just one.
42:51 My father held a civilized distance from me, as he did from all his children, because he knew that intimacy is just another form of paralysis.
43:01 My father knew how to hold approval just out of reach, close enough for me to lunge at it, but not so close that I could actually grab it.
43:11 I would get mild nods and "not too bad" from time to time, but I always got the impression that I was lacking or wanting.
43:23 It had to be more, better, faster, smarter, whatever. It was impossible to tell, but kept me moving and striving.
43:32 When I sang in the choir, I liked to hear myself, but my father would shoot me ferocious looks, which confused me.
43:40 "Why is it bad to be heard?" I asked. "It's ridiculous!"
43:44 Nothing more. The man was a wall of hieroglyphics.
43:51 Looking ridiculous was bad, understood. I could get some of the connections.
43:59 If I looked ridiculous, then he looked ridiculous as a father, and it didn't matter how enthusiastically my mother grinned at my singing and silently applauded with her white-gloved hands.
44:09 Women were the reward of power, which meant they could never tell you how to achieve it.
44:14 Ridiculousness was the opposite of power, which must mean that power equalled status.
44:25 But status was what?
44:30 I could never ask my father such a question, because his scorn would wither me into atoms.
44:37 I was a teenage boy asking his father what an attractive girl looked like. To ask what was ridiculous was ridiculous in itself.
44:44 In my school, a white, blonde boy transferred from Germany. His last name was Gerhardt.
44:55 We both had a keen interest in model railroads, and he kept inviting me over to his house to look at his set.
45:02 Of course, his last name was almost instantly transformed into "Gayhart," so its fate was sealed.
45:07 His only option was to violently attack anyone who used that name, but he chose the pacifist route of social obscurity and rejection,
45:15 repeatedly whining that his name actually meant "spear-brave" was worse than useless.
45:22 He knew that I had good status at that time.
45:29 He never explicitly asked me to help him, but I knew that he wanted me, needed me,
45:34 was silently begging me to champion his cause with the other boys, to tell them to lay off,
45:39 that he was a good guy, to invite him over and give him my social stamp of approval.
45:45 I turned this over in my mind, in part because he did seem to have a pretty amazing railroad set.
45:53 But I realized that to spend my social capital in defense of a boy who refused to defend himself
45:59 would not elevate him, just lower me.
46:04 The perversion of his last name was a real challenge to him. Are you a beggar or a fighter?
46:10 Will you ask for something to happen, or will you make it happen?
46:15 If you are not given respect, will you force respect out of people? There is no other way to get it.
46:22 If my father never said no to anyone, he would have no power.
46:27 It was all very primitive stuff. Many of my friends would say that it was something to rise above,
46:33 but I could not disagree more. It was something to kneel before and embrace.
46:40 Why would boys reject a boy who would not fight for himself?
46:45 For the simple reason that if he had no fight in him, he would be no good in a fight.
46:50 And all boys spend endless hours preparing for fights, or actually fighting.
46:55 A boy who will not fight you will never fight with you.
46:59 So he is useless in battle and must be cast aside.
47:03 My mother, of course, insisted that I take Gerhard's side.
47:12 And I was considering this, since I clearly lacked the testosterone I was about to gain through puberty,
47:19 when my father snapped at her over dinner one night, "Would you want our daughter to date this loser?"
47:24 This is really the ultimate comeback.
47:31 And my mother's cheeks flushed red with humiliation and pleasure,
47:35 the depth of complexity and contradiction that I veered away from in my mind,
47:39 like a pirate ship dodging a wide and bottomless whirlpool.
47:45 Femininity is a constant test. Only weak men resent that fact.
47:51 Few women are more unhappy than those who get exactly what they claim they want.
47:56 You cannot raise the status of other people.
48:05 Trying to simply further reveals their low station.
48:09 If you have to raise a ship, it is clearly already underwater.
48:14 Did I ever feel sympathy or pity for Gerhard?
48:21 I think to feel sympathy I would have had to imagine myself in his position,
48:31 which was impossible since I was expertly navigated away from ridiculousness
48:35 by my father's close-up scowls and distant praise.
48:40 I suppose I could have gone one step further and imagined my life without my father's guidance,
48:47 but that would have meant toppling out of my own brain into a void of otherworldly considerations.
48:53 It would be like trying to inhabit the inner thoughts of some ancient mystic
48:57 on the chilled peak of a lonely mountain. A mere smudge in the sunrise,
49:00 it would just vault you out of yourself, without giving your mind any place real to land.
49:09 I realize it now, with a sudden rush, that I was, in my own way,
49:15 attempting to guide Gerhard in the same way that my father was guiding me.
49:19 I would not give him praise or support if he refused to fight against his own humiliation,
49:23 because that would be to give him praise for a weakness,
49:26 which would give him relief in the present while harming him in the future.
49:31 I did see his family once at the mall.
49:37 His mother was a typical German dumpling, with a big soft black coat,
49:41 thick stockings and sensible flat-heeled shoes.
49:44 His father was trying to screw a lens onto a camera,
49:48 contorting his body into a cut marionette caricature of a human form.
49:52 Oh, the shamelessness and indecency of such a public spectacle.
49:58 The very opposite of the strong consciousness of ridiculousness
50:01 essential to the pursuit of power, told me everything I needed to know about Gerhard's potential,
50:06 his future.
50:08 If he could never tell his father how ridiculous he was,
50:13 he would never be able to defend himself.
50:16 If he did tell his father how ridiculous he was,
50:20 he would be damning his mother's pathetic standards.
50:22 He would be damning the grandfather who so poorly raised his own son,
50:26 provoking an aggressive pity response from his dad,
50:29 and the whole house of cards would come sighing and folding down.
50:34 Most people are trapped in ridiculous family structures.
50:39 Thinking you can guide them out with a smile, a leg up in the social strata,
50:43 is a mad delusion, and speaks to such poor judgment that it does not help them,
50:46 it just kills your trust in your own abilities.
50:49 The lion does not teach the mouse to hunt.
50:53 I got my father's message after that.
51:03 The opposite of ridiculousness is approval.
51:07 If I sang too loud in a choir, it would be vainglorious and arrogant.
51:14 If I had a solo and sang softly, it would be shy and self-effacing.
51:20 Sing softly, you just disappear in the crowd.
51:26 Blend into the background like a thumbprint face in a child's painting of an audience.
51:32 No. Because I was powerful, because I was in charge,
51:38 because I reached the summit of my profession, because I was important and had resources,
51:43 because I was Louis Staten, the President of the United States of America,
51:48 I was able to live this long and come back to life in this way.
51:53 And I feel very strongly, deep down in my testicles to be honest,
52:00 that I will rule this future, my present, just as I ruled the past.
52:05 And the rational philosophers of my youth will remain nothing,
52:09 while I will stride the world like the colossus I once was and will be again.
52:14 I clench my jaw and open my eyes to gaze on the world I will own again.
52:24 again.
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