Contractus Socialis

"Every man has a property in his own person. This nobody has a right to, but himself."
~ John Locke

The 'news' says there was a free speech rally today in Boston, Massachusetts, it also is informing that there is a counter-free-speech protest assembled and about to confront them. One outside and singing liberty, one outside and howling mad. We shouldn't have so many emotions that we escape enlightenment. 

Protesting is yet another form of free speech. To protest free speech is, without a doubt, the dumbest thing I've ever heard in the entirety of my existence, from the bottom of my heart. The second dumbest thing I've ever heard is from the same report, which says the ironically so-called anti-free-speech protesters are objecting to a controversial rally. I can't for the life of me believe that free speech is controversial, perhaps the content of words, but not free speech, an affectation of higher lifeforms. One, such as a human, could argue that this higher thought process afforded to, arguably, most of the human race, is an anomaly or aberrant evolutionary fluke that promulgates distinct loquaciousness, in that human speech and thought is an accident in any case, but I wager that anyone objecting to free speech isn't actually having thoughts or speaking from a lucid state. 

This dream-filled illusion I call my home, you will come to know by hook or by crook, is not the self-absorbed and self-important medieval war zone of the old world your cousin-fucking ancestors slowly departed when they heard of the great west, because this is the home of something entirely new. You were born into this land where everyone who gets a trophy in a competition meant for one grew to become the spoiled multitiered aristocrats imagining everyone doing what everyone says like an absurd parliament of baby birds barking at the rising sun, but that light has set on a safely forgotten world. 

Free speech is genetic, not political. The advocates the freedom of speech defend your very right to speak against them, if your minds have not melted under the heat of your own insanity consider this, they defend the right to speak against their own failures, and in by noticing what is wrong bring themselves closer to what is right. The spiritual many cry between the moons for those of you who don't understand this. 

 

It is an idea very old, before history, and before learning, where dawn shows mist nurturing the plants of the world, and where the living sleep and then wake to begin their daily cycle. There are those who open their eyes and pain without others to wake with them for playing in the beginning of this new time, whose sight sees the world in front of themselves, and never what is behind them, and so is good to have others share the knowledge of glory. 

If you do not defend them, who will defend you....? 

Misappropriated Requisition

A political cartoon, a warrior of the times guarding the chalk outline where someone once rested, holding a sign that reads "private property".

I had no choice to respond to this with equal force, to imagine things the right way instead of the errors of reality, or simulation of imagination.

There are all the dreams of humanity, the combinations of obligations, facetiousness, and consideration, all of which are subject to a reigning future.

While the admittance to powerlessness, a river of raindrops and temporary peace, despite opportunity to forget there are some who remember to persevere, into independence, into complicity.

To error is the way of forgetfulness, comparative to crimes of the self, that is to say that we cannot be contrived, but in the manner one endangered animal in a specialized refuge can, for perhaps, become fifty-thousand apex animals, which new arrangements much be made, how wonderful this thought is that entire planets, if not entire galaxies, could be creations in order to let humanity do what it finds natural.

That someone could think that space guarded by the living is not theirs is not inaction, it is activity to avoid a bad feeling, to change for but the sake.

I fear it is a sick many of minds that release the dead like captured pieces no longer exploitable, this is true in unnecessary detested plagues, these are the trivialities of the manipulated truths.

The creationist makes their creations, and the revolutionists continue to misunderstand, without cause to learn the truth of the momentum, which one can block if possible as many can if available it seems, but not understanding ownership a delusion acts in their stead.

If is not property, how can it be taken; if believed that property is wrong, then how are amenities confiscated under confiscation; if property is communal, how is a political body a requirement?

There are clear mistakes alongside trepidation of leadership, those that sign themselves to service and those that assign themselves to charity, these are the many things that fight to control a line that isn't there.

The dependency on dependents, a state requires people that require a state, a redundancy of speculation surrounded by its own gravity, a people require certainties, where the universe does not cease outside of the vacuum.

I cannot follow if I cannot lead, screaming for a challenger, were I to take league with weakness I would make agency of theft, not stronger than the meek, not weaker than my false desires, and soon to insanity I could redirect what I cannot see nor imagine while being blind to the world.

To more the merrier whom can make peace like the sunlight, to surety that less have contributed more than others, while sounding as the fray are oft to do, which hidden in their individualism as a collectivist, find it hard to allow property if they themselves are not property of a collective.

It is not a collective because we begin at different moments in time, as often a pool of blood spills from a single wound, humanity spills across time from its end to beginning, even perhaps in reverse, a gathering of the deathless and the truth of the living.

Al hambre de siete dias, no hay pan duro.

~ proverbio español