I haven't posted for a while. Even before the US hellection, it was because I wanted to have something to say that would at least potentially serve some useful purpose. And after? Oh, yeah. Not cluttering up people's mental space until I had something useful to say, until I had words to say that I could stand behind and that might be of some use to someone else became exponentially more important.
And so here it is.
Everyone is an end in themselves--- or, if they choose, a means to an end of their choosing. That is the thing that the social forces behind this election are trying to kill. They want to tell you that you are just a means to someone else's end, that you have no say in what that end is. Whether that's on the large scale, of oligarchs of all stripes telling you that, no, you just exist to serve their ends (whether it's clicks and eyeballs and ad revenue or dying in armed conflict, just as two prominent examples), or the little, closer to home ones of people who demand that you attend in-person events unmasked because your desire not to contract a particularly nasty disease is somehow less important than their desire to be surrounded by a lot of people and to make those people smile at them, that's what they're trying to tell you. You don't get to choose your own ends, much less to be one in yourself.
The thing I'm fighting, or writing, or anything for--- is the idea that we're all ends in ourselves, or the means to an end of our own choosing. Our choosing. We choose who and what and how to live and die for. Each of us gets to choose that, and the messy, beautiful mosaic of the world that comes out of that is something that's more than any of us could imagine by forcing other people to be a means to our ends. That's worth saying, and worth saving, to me.
And so here it is.
Everyone is an end in themselves--- or, if they choose, a means to an end of their choosing. That is the thing that the social forces behind this election are trying to kill. They want to tell you that you are just a means to someone else's end, that you have no say in what that end is. Whether that's on the large scale, of oligarchs of all stripes telling you that, no, you just exist to serve their ends (whether it's clicks and eyeballs and ad revenue or dying in armed conflict, just as two prominent examples), or the little, closer to home ones of people who demand that you attend in-person events unmasked because your desire not to contract a particularly nasty disease is somehow less important than their desire to be surrounded by a lot of people and to make those people smile at them, that's what they're trying to tell you. You don't get to choose your own ends, much less to be one in yourself.
The thing I'm fighting, or writing, or anything for--- is the idea that we're all ends in ourselves, or the means to an end of our own choosing. Our choosing. We choose who and what and how to live and die for. Each of us gets to choose that, and the messy, beautiful mosaic of the world that comes out of that is something that's more than any of us could imagine by forcing other people to be a means to our ends. That's worth saying, and worth saving, to me.