Now I lay me down in dreamland
I know perfect's not for real
I thought we might get closer
But I'm ready to make a deal.
-Neal Peart
Quite applicable to several points from the ages of infancy through my teen years...
- "Dreamland" being the occasional fall back to Christian fantasy or fantasy in general.
- "Not
perfect" being the false dichotomy of cruel vs kind, "closer" being
hopes that they would change and respect me as a human being.
- "The
deal" being a loss of will to have my own personality - accepting
obedience and power as the only virtues as false as they may be - an
inescapable situation. Stockholm syndrome in the end, blaming of self
to idealize the captors - to idealize the accidental biological cage.
Nietzsche
describes the slave in revolt morality in his brilliant analysis of
Christianity, but Christianity itself is just a metaphor for the slave
morality of the family. Niel Peart unconsciously describes this same
slave in revolt morality with the state, but the state itself is also
just a metaphor for the slave morality of the family.
When I
read these lines, what invoked the most intense emotional reaction in
me was the use of this same, "on queue", robotic line that we hear so
often in the defense of cruelty, enslavement, coercion, manipulation
and violence - "they weren't perfect", "the system isn't perfect",
"they did the best they could", "it is the best we can do".
"Perfection"
has nothing to do with cruel vs. kind. We do not excuse rapists with
calls to their lack of "perfection". We do not excuse mass murderers
for their lack of perfection. I am "doing the best I can" by not using
the concept of perfection to excuse brutality. I am "doing the best I
can" by not breaking bread with the corrupt, with those who blame the
victim, with those who did exploit me and those want to exploit me.
I
have my own dark side, I have my own "inner bastard", but that I am
"imperfect" is irrelevant. I'm not looking for perfection, I'm not
looking for idealism, I'm looking for freedom. The freedom to
acknowledge the truth of my having been exploited, the truth that we
live in a society where violence and exploitation is not only excused
but often praised. I am looking for the freedom to tell the truth of
how the helplessness of all of that exploitation has given me my own
terrible capacity to exploit and hurt others.
I am looking for
freedom, freedom from this mass illusion of unchosen obligations. Soon
- soon I will have broken every single one of these psychological and
mythological chains that bind me. Soon I will finally - finally be
free at last.