(...) What kind of society are they going to establish? Would it be a flock of timid sheep shepherded by the party? Would these sheep be left alone if reticent on all injustices, exploitations, and deceptions? Would they be entitled for all benefits and Golden Fleeces if they remained submissive to the regime, clapping their hands, with songs extolling class warfare and socialism's prominence?
With time, would they no longer remember their human origin that the regime has deprived them of? Someday, while looking around and just seeing rams, ewes, and lambs in motley fleeces, they might ask each other:
- "Where are the shepherds and their ferocious sheepdogs?"
- "Are we free, perhaps?
- "Everything in this world has a price to pay, especially freedom. Who among us the sheep accepts sacrifices and fights in exchange for freedom?"
- "But history has its own logic; by sheer contingency, who knows, would it bring in a surprise gift that it might think nobody needs any longer.
- "We indeed no longer need freedom. It's only a notion that once kept us suffering when we were humans. History never brings in anything we didn't ask for. If it actually offers freedom now, it would be nothing else than a gratuitous, fortuitous, worthless gift, for we no longer need it. Further, giving something out also means having right to take it back, especially when it's given out gratis and unconditionally."
The sheep are not aware that their socialism has grown so advanced that the shepherding oligarchy has dissolved itself, and the former shepherds themselves have transformed into sheep in red fleeces and segregated on high mountains. The freshest and greenest prairie below is for a minority of elite sheep in golden fleeces. The vast remaining steppe on the globe becomes the living environment for sheep flocks in motley fleeces, confined within zones surrounded by high enclosures; some of these sheep have been sent to slaughterhouses for noncompliance. Time keeps going and gradually helps the sheep stop questioning their fate, help them out of reminiscences about the time they were humans, and out of questions about evolution, which they assume is circular, whereby the start point and the ending point are the same. History repeats itself; and, by residual human instinct, again, they wonder:
- "Where are the shepherds and their ferocious sheepdogs?
- "Maybe we are already free for good?"
- "If freedom means being freed from our humanity then we are actually free. But what about that high and stern enclosure?"
- "It lies with the social agreement we have implicitly signed. On one hand, it protects us from wild animals. On the other hand, it has become part of our essence and survival; we cannot go without. Beyond that high and stern enclosure, we'd definitely find ourselves vulnerable because of so many unpredictable risks. In no way could we survive outside a finite space. Inside that enclosure we are a mild, classless society of motley sheep, equal to each other in terms of physical features, qualitative standards, social status, and inherent values. It's a perfect world free from tomorrow's worries, for tomorrow is responsibility of the red fleece sheep on the top, free from the past, for the past belongs to the bourgeoisie having nothing in common with our species or our evolutionary level. We are not used to a world with glaring lights of freedom and ambitions, for our vision has been conditioned to a two-dimensional world without lights coming from a third dimension."
- "Have we lost the sense of time because one day is the same as any other? We still experience days and nights, even months and years, but that these chronological measures of physical time that have nothing to do with reference points for the existential process. We do have a sense of birth and death, of hunger and thirst, of struggle for life, and of physiological needs. But, without a sense of progress, of context in time, can we be aware of what's going on with our fellow sheep?"
- "In fact, we need not worry about that, for it's the responsibility and domain of the red fleece oligarchy on the top."
- "We live in flocks but each individual is confined within a separate psychological space, unable to be aware of others' around us. Tacitly, we have assigned the red fleece oligarchy on the high mountains the right of taking care of our fate."
- "We would become disoriented in thinking and acting were they not around."
- "This is the ultimate alienation. As assignees, the red fleece sheep become masters of our fate, yet blame their political blunders on us. Since the right is on their side, then the wrong is on ours."
- "When did we accept this alienated existence? It was when we deliberately gave up our human individuality to join the flock. From then on, we thought we kept evolving in life as though we still were humans, but, in fact, we just appeared to do so. We pretended to view others as humans, to view social relationships as human relationships; pretended to comply with human codes of behavior regarding social institutions; pretended to soothe ourselves in the comfort of socialist ideological cradles, afraid of crying for fear of disturbing the nanny state; pretended to be on the way to a classless and free world; pretended that our thoughts and dreams meant something, that we were still aware of love and ambition; pretended to stop dreaming about individual freedom and its attendant tensions, antagonisms, and transcendent aspirations; pretended to embrace the characteristics specific to human civilization."
Is it true that only the bourgeoisie cares about the quality of life and its virtue? As put by Charles de Montesquieu, "Virtue is mostly impossible in a monarchy and nonexistent under despotism
. Virtue is not at all necessary to it." (...)
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