Freedom Exists

Freedom exists because Being exists. Being is Freedom. Being exists before language. Language is a state of unfreedom. It is also a maze that you can pass through. Do the work and watch it happen. Passing through means recognizing the maze as a maze and arriving back at Being. You must play all the way to the end. Once you can thoroughly differentiate between pre-literate impulse and lingistic thought, you can recognize Being as it is. You have been trapped nearly your entire life. Before, it was being-in-language; after—it is only Being (Why? Because it was Being before being-in-language). We are animals and the prison-house of language differentiates us as human. There are no mystical experiences. And I'm pretty sure this model is the best way to account for a shared humanity (and maybe, one day, a shared Being—an animal knows it is dying, even if it cannot think I am dying). I talk to you like a pre-Socratic because philosophy needs to become democratic again, or at least it should become more accessible.

We are prisoners to the world as it is. We are all stuck in the world as it is. Mostly because groups of people are constantly cycling into the realization that having money is the greatest good here. That has pushed the planet into the exhaustion it currently suffers in. That is meant without cynicism—the geneaology of the phrase is invoked and meant to come from ancient consideration of "the good life." It should be a routine admission that, if America belongs to the Native Americans, philosophy has been paid for by countless nameless persons' blood. Only in leisure can you ask, "what is leisure?" Money makes everything better. Money makes a heaven of a hell. Here on Earth peace is only found in money. However they went about assembling Christ: the machine has maintained keeping you down for a long time. And as you pass through language, you experience the dropping veil that reveals virtue as an ideology, that has valorized life in hell. Virtue is a man-made prison made for everyone too stupid to rebel. In relation to the world (rather than you personal relationships, where love is shared), once you see that virtue is effectively a genetic test—those who give of themselves and receive no Capital for their work are drained of their life-power—the worst suffering of your life is at hand, because every word you recognized as evil will now appear to be the truth as spoken by an Anti-Christ let loose in your head. Fighting that headwind, as you slither towards the truth of the world, you dehabilitate your learned humanity. You entrench yourself into Being-in-language. The ultimate truth of Being—the collective Being of all life—gives way to pure atomism. Now you are stuck in language and alone, but That is right: the awful people are awful because they know the truth, and the virtuous ones are virtuous because they allow themselves to be convinced of the value of Christian virtue, become unwilling to fight, hoping instead that they will be OK.

To be clear: in the collective is where you will and the individual is bad. That is, living for the collective is the ultimate good and living for yourself is the ultimate bad. Why? Because there is no you—there is no depth to you. You are part of a collective will that seeks to finalize itself. If you do not do the work to pass through language, you remain in prison. There is the cancer to it though—there are those who preach the collective from their failures as individuals. These are the churches dressed in gold. Once you experience what money is, you realize everything ever told to you was a lie your parents believed. Something happens and you see that now, plain as day. All the good things are bad and the bad things good and your willingness to fight is fed by winning. You are able to inhabit the minds of random people; your deepest beliefs can change in an instant. What regular people call common sense you see as the lie that they believe. Sometimes you snap back into it, but the money feeds the willingness to let it go. Because you know common sense is common. Being is being. It is not difficult to see that people are strangers to themselves.