I was pondering my own family. I have been having strange emergences, I will call them, in my dreams, in which very accurate emotional sketches are being presented to me. I feel now, what I could not feel then. I feel it clearly. It is the emotional equivalent of thinking clearly. You can “see” what is there without ambiguity. It is not nameable. Emotional gestalts never are. But you can say “that” to yourself, and know what is meant.
And since I obsess about the very real and present danger that all the varieties of Communism continue to pose to the peaceful transition of the human race to something better, I thought I would add the comment that they are not wrong when they say that something much better is possible.
Where they are wrong is in lacking the emotional skill to realize that nothing deep can be built by force, that nobody likes to be told what to do, much less who to be. And they are wrong is making the creation of a different–a much worse, to be clear–world a purpose in itself. If they succeed, then what?
And again, where is the concern for the physical, scientific evidence for God, for the survival of death, for psi, for our fundamental non-local interconnectedness?
I watched a play over the weekend which indulged in the cliche of the fake happiness of 1950’s America, where the kids were perfect, the mother was perfect, the father was perfect, and it was all a lie.
This is Communism. The worst aspects of 1950’s America, where conformity was, as we reimagine that period, an absolute necessity and where everybody PRETENDED to be happy. What the fuck do you think the people enslaved by Communists and their happy smiles did?
There is a path forward. There are many paths forward, many of them very good, very salutary. But large segments of our intellectual, media, and political class keep choosing the worst options, the most dismal, hopeless options, the options without creativity, joy, freedom, or growth.
I don’t know why this is, really. But I will speak out against it until it stops, or I can’t.