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Essay by Henry Nicolle
Deadlines for life’s little events come and go with little
fanfare. We’re born, we live and we die. That’s life in the real world.
How long and how well we exist between birth and death is a matter of
deadlines. There is a short period called infancy during which we are
totally vulnerable and dependent upon strangers.
This is particularly
true for first-born, because the caretakers are usually first-time
parents, young, ignorant and inexperienced. I am surprised that so many
of us live through this period at all, even more so that we generally
arrive at childhood unscathed, un-scarred and unbroken. But, we do. And
that is good.
What is not so good is that the experience instills an
unwarranted belief that age, education and experience (and violent
imposition) automatically produce good life decisions and caretakers
worthy of presumptions of authority and tolerable violence of power. Is
it not a better thing that people with knowledge gained by education,
age and experience should guide the circumstances of our lives and
order our individual conduct to a successful society than to allow
ordinary citizens to stumble through life willy-nilly, without guidance
other than their own ideas and self-interest, unmarked by any specific
goal of good for society? Where would we be if we all went our own way?
I, for one, believe that that’s a really, really good question.Where
would we be, exactly, if we had been left to our own self-determination
and did not have to overcome the massive and repetitive (murderous, in
fact) burdens of our violence-imposed social leadership? If
self-determination is so bad for society, why did we found a nation on
the premise that individuals are born with inherent rights and liberty
and that their (our) society should prosper or fail as the sum of
efforts of self-determined members of the society?
When did we
decide to give ourselves over to a ruling class? Why do we not
recognize our gift squandered as the deadlines of our lives swiftly
approach and pass? Why do we not recognize that our own knowledge by
education, age and experience better prepare us for our own
self-expression than any expert with a whip or prison or bayonet? Whose
life do we live, anyway? It is the only one we have, as you and I must
agree. Why do we give it away so freely to other people who demand it
of us? If our lives are given at the threat of violence, is it because
we prefer to give up our lives upon demand in order to live without
violence? What do we gain, if our life is not ours, except to avoid the
violence invited by our preference to live our lives for ourselves?
know... I get it! We are willing to give most of our lives to people
who want it for themselves because they want it for themselves! How
cool. How generous of us. Our lives, lived for our own purposes would
be mostly wasted in idle frivolity. The people who take our lives do
not demand all of it, at least not most of the time. And the benefits
of submission are tangible... unlike the unmeasurable benefits of idle
Our lives are taken and used by people with
ambition for great works and their great works can be seen and
appreciated. They were not our ideas, not our desires for the expense
of our lives, but by golly, we played our part! Don’t be shy... you’re
a part, aren’t you? It cost you a quarter of your life and your
children will pay with their lives as well, but ain’t it grand?
was an essay without a real start and without a finish. It is a
never-ending tale of woe, transposed into an epic of historic
proportion. It must be. It will be. It can be nothing other, until we
perceive and respect the value of our own initiative and profit for our
individual selves. It is not a selfish thing to be self-respecting and
self-determining. It is the highest capacity possible at the expense of
our life between birth and death.
The heart and soul of a
living society is woven from the tears and sweat, laugher, joy and
sorrow, the creative and friendly, voluntary cooperation of a free
association of men and women each seeking the best for themselves. The
mortal enemy of social prosperity, liberty and happiness of society is
achievement by violence, domination and coercion for the “benefit of
society”! It is a temporary, living death.
Our third war for Liberty is at our doorstep. Soon, we will decide if our lives will be ours to live or a gift to our rulers.
Liberty is never Easy, Safe or totally Free!
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