Tuesday, February 11, 2025
For the longest time I yearned to live a life with no barriers, no hang ups, no obstacles, no inhibitions, no stoppages, no procrastination, no financial limits, no responsibilities, and no-one to answer to. For some strange reason, I feel like I have a life like this. The signs of it – they are not external.
In many cases, the homeless abandon structure. They absolutely refuse, nor seem to want to participate in structured, ordered society. They don’t want to pay taxes, have money, an address, etc. If they refuse to be helpless, how can you help? It’s like war. If no-one wanted to go to war, governments couldn’t fight. You can’t have a war without willing participants who have bought into the conflict. What’s the government going to do about an en masse refusal? They’d be helpless in their wage of war.
What if I don’t want to participate any longer in structure, but want to maintain a certain living standard? You see, I think you can have the best of both worlds. You can go on strike, in a manner of speaking, yet live in a mansion. It’s not petulance, it’s not giving up, it’s not stopping with life, but realizing what living is. It’s unconditional.
Living is not structure. Real living is structure-less. That nameless substructure is carefree, frivolous, and humorous. It can get by on its own. It laughs at structure, but it loosely hangs on to it for obvious reasons. You can go on strike. The union doesn’t need you. You don’t have to fight in the war. You can be a pacifist. You can be a kid. You can just play around. Go on strike. Try it. It sure is fun on the other side of the picket line, and you don’t even need a higher salary. You can do it now.