Figures of the One Must Go

by Victor Living

  Even though we contemplate our social civilization, we get bitter realizations that thousands of years of development are still in failure. Yes? Yes, will answer instead of you and me in our observer’s disinterest. When ancient founders of natural philosophy—Socrates, Plato, and Aristotle—created genuine rationales for ethics as an idea of people’s coexistence, the virtue of humanity followed with no real achievement. The people would continue to incline the page of sick, rough imperial powers.

  In the beginning, there were already a lot of broken empires. But the most pictorial in the name of civilization was the killer-crucifier, Rome. Later, it regenerated into the romanticized Catholic Church’s Holy Roman Empire and caused turbulent blood to flow, but already in the name of God, even though God never asked for that. But, how do you test such experiences of history? I believe for you it sounds rhetorical, but don’t rush for a scoff answer. The people still have no response, because humankind never learns from historical mistakes and repeats them anew. We can only imagine how imperial ideas diseased the brains of societal evolution through medieval epochs. And from centuries of big hope—from the Industrial Revolution to the present Digital Age—we have only one grievous state: nothing passionate changed in our observations. Slavery, kings’ feudalism, and government colonialism-imperialism were going through continual battles—in the nineteenth century among national governments, in the twentieth century amid military-political blocks, and in our twenty-first century, it looks as though the struggle is between West and East.

  Our civilization has already given birth to such hideous branches as Communism and Nazism. I guess all those genocides of peaceful, innocent people in the bloodiest sworn epoch and bloodstained machinery of the present is more than enough. But what other insane deviations could come? Is that terrorism? Hasn’t such a new “ism” the same dream to conquer imperial power? Doesn’t it bring the same grim query: What is next? As we apprehend that, people still don’t care about the best attitude toward each other. We have unchanged rights to ask ourselves: What the hell is wrong with our minds’ estimation? Should we accept reality, or do we not receive the consequences? We aren’t involved in the constant process of crushing absurdity, and we never had a real hot war with all our absurdity. Do you know why? The answer is that every one of us has only solo tones. Won’t we review our mindsets in our own eyes? No. And someone asks, “Isn’t that an instinct of self-preservation?” I am lost in conjecture. I trust the only vantage point doesn’t let us do that. It’s human nature.

  We can confess, the greediness for “wider-longer-higher” profit is in our character. And it doesn’t matter what the plan, unexpected, or even false revenue is. We don’t talk about imaginary help; it’s a yield of people’s actions. And we only neglect ordinary humankind’s importance. We can confess to ourselves that it’s the main reason we only see disharmony and still elect not to react. That’s why, while we wait for ideal chances, we waste effort. Why do you feel your ego is focused only to gain? If we load our intellect with examples of only advantages, it gives us a chance to make a sarcastic replica: are we programmed only for convenience? Let’s skip it and highlight reasons behind why any help stands. As everything starts from the mutual advantage, it grows to self-interest with many incidental catches, good bargains, and even gains from the economies of scale. I guess somebody can oppose and ask, “About which absurdity do we worry if man is concentrated only on individual goals?” It’s about general dissatisfaction at last when we understand that derived convenience worked for many people, but the beneficiary is only one or two. Is that a foundation for the absurd? Or it breeds nonsense, because by our avaricious nature, we can’t change. We hope to stir a better world but stay aside and hold tongues with peace. Why are we doing that? The answer is time. Everyone has accepted it in the lone direction. But that’s also self-appraisal about accomplishing more worthy things while you breathe. Would you like to tackle these ideas into your memory and answer:

  When you realized limits of your lifetime, have you admitted that any try to attack absurdity is also attainment?

  Isn't a readiness to resist rampage right risk?

  Isn't the tracking of truth not a triumph while going through troubled triviality? Would you oppose that any actions where you aren't just the observer makes the

  REALIZATION of TIME you’re a strict teacher?

  When you apprehend this, you can get upset about why people hurry to play only leading roles. But those who already became pacemakers right away start to control voices like they are imperative. When the passionate tones sound more persuasive, and when master skills are learned, it ends with achievement. They want to whisper and compel only you. They agitate all of us to move faster and with vociferous exclamations and discharged accumulated emotions. What is that? The answer poses your hold on the ground you live:

  Is that down-to-earth disposition only for your income or your search for intellectual harmony?

  Is that an invincible hope to alter a sinful world or your ignorance over an epoch heritage and scary tech future? Only you know which

  TERRESTRIAL POSITION you keep.

  We all feel it in our bodies. Our jobs and earnings, saving money in the bank, an existence of families, friends, houses, gardens, cats, dogs, fish, and home birds. Yes, everything has glued us to one ground and our wishes for that are unlimited. Can we risk without covering it to any vague changed idea? No, and it always looks as though we never force ourselves to get ready. The only bothering point is that we can’t forget about it and free ourselves from these assets—live organisms can’t subsist without derma. But while we’re on the scene for a permanent time, our numbers only grow. We repeat each other a zillion times and hide under the bizarre optimism of our collective rationality. Our dreams are portions of food for the rabble. Have you ever seen a singing choral comprising of a million singers? I guess not. Could you imagine what only one voice means as its part? It’s just a squeak. Yes, if someone intended to open their mouth with no sound expressed, pathetic canticles of the melody would continue. Should be it a tune of musical harmony? Yes. It’s also a reason for pretending for those overstrained with jingling timbre. They would ask for a special allocation because they are looking for the sole satisfaction of the soloist. But the problem is, they rely on the Kapellmeister with predatory ideas. Isn’t that a paradox? Yes, and that is our absurdity. Did you ever think about your prospected role in the public? I believe every mature person gets to that viewpoint. And when you have already analyzed the living environment, don’t overwhelm yourself. As you become accustomed to it, don’t stay upset about people: too wealthy or utterly destitute, over aggressive or humble, peaceful, a would-be man or a yes-man. It’s our reality and such a mix irritates. Let’s call it a wonderful picture of earlier developed society. Would a person be smart to hurry and pick up any role? No. And this question depends on your state of mind. But when you think about it, among many recommendations from all sides, the best idea is to create your own solid principles—ones you will never cross. What is that? Would you like to describe your judgment together? Could you stick to your role in the Theatre of the Absurd as the road to:

  Clever control of your own culture is critical.

  Direct your deals with the dominants of dignity.

  Admit a superiority or subordination as the life-situation and stay self-confident in your

  DESIGNATION of ROLE as the best choice.

  But remember it’s always more than difficult. Whatever position you pick, your actions will detect your spirit. If you serve for somebody else’s power, but not for long, you will enjoy a favorable pose. But the world around you guesses you're just a puppet. When you conquer somebody’s authority, by quick events, you become a commander. But again, not for long. There is the same primitive setback: don’t stop wrestling for the superior position. The best is the top. Besides the point, how all that mess started has already been forgotten and a new circle has started. Then, it comes out that nobody car
es, and we realize this too late. Our understanding is incredibly overdue as we watch our neighbors. We stare at how they hold their hands. Were we in check about their readiness to clench their fingers into a fist in mere seconds? Can we confess to ourselves, yes? Yes, because we know who has the power. Yes, we approved of everything because we disliked hearing about ourselves as rowdy, sluggish people. But don’t despair! By mutual pace, we both walk on our two legs. And will you agree that we can fall together?

  But why do we give power to a stranger as we rise lonely? Why? An answer: we dislike rushing to truthful conclusions. And it’s not a matter of an important person being pushed or knocked. While we move through this stage, we get involved in playing for sporadic participants. We let startling plays of absurdity continue. Why are we doing that? An explanation is in the snap questions. But I hope, if we at least open the absurdity, our core problem will diminish. For that purpose, I have to narrate episodes from the journies of old veterans of World War II.

  “As I remember myself in that war, my conflict with Germany started minutes after I saw the concentration camps already on German soil. I will never forget the awful smell of human carrion. It seemed to tear, to shred, my humanistic ego. You’re a distraught dog searching for an immediate escape from this place. But the most we keep in memory is what we witness. That scene crushed my intelligence. In one barrack, we found big hills of skeletal bodies loaded into squared wooden boxes. And there was another incomprehensible point. It could hit the eyes of any sane person. These so-called containers were fifty yards wide and had a height of a few meters up, filled to the peak with corpses. We attended that in a mental state close to insanity. Sergeant Frank found signs of correct white paint on each storage container. It had a precise 74, 89, and 63 written. I hope you understand these numbers meant dead bodies. Can you imagine my visceral hostility to see all that? I became speechless for two months. It was like someone hammered a nail into my head just to ask a question, “Who are the imbecile organizers of such lunacy? Are they worse than animals? Perhaps my mind took it too close. I calculated how many Nazis and special high-rank officers I had killed by my own hands. Sorry.

  “I also remember, around twelve years after the war madness was done, at one veterans’ convention, a colonel had been telling us that Joseph Stalin proposed to the West Coalition to shoot about thirty thousand of the highest ranks of Nazi officers. But the country’s winners rejected that he would do that. Even though I was a simple American soldier, I guess it was in vain. Everything I saw in that damned camp will bother me to my last day. Had I the same thoughts as this freak, communistic dictator? Yes. Yes, to shoot all of them, and forgive me, oh God. I presume they all knew what happened in such a complex structure for mass killing. And before these moments, my firm rule was only to survive. Now, it got a large alteration. Besides other tasks, I discovered that my biggest aim was to clean up the planet over there. I never stopped thinking about my duty to ordinary people. It was difficult. In the next bleeding battles after that event, I became furious to change the purposes of this war. I did not accept full obedience, and my resistance to everything sealed a label on me as being annoying-doubted. But I later realized that it helps to become a winner.

  “Let me tell one more spectacular scene during that war. I couldn’t retell all adventures, but I’ll narrate only those from when I got more power to fight. We soldiers had a dream to see full victory. After we plunged closer to Berlin from the West, it left only a hundred miles. But our advance encountered an atrocious stop. It appeared imminence to be encircled by the last and sturdy German units. But let’s step back. I want to tell you about my thoughts in these days. Perhaps I’m a fortunate man and never had a severe injury and just small abrasion marks. I found that it worked for my rule: to learn how to rely on my own skills. In mortal combat, when you’re in the ultimate fight, your choices don’t belong to yourself; any self-decision can cost you your life or the lives of your comrades. Even though I never disobeyed orders from my first lieutenant, I always kept attention to how to master more skillful ways to kill my foes. Sorry, about that. And I still can recall details of that event. I looked only to the minutes when our group of six, headed by our lieutenant, was getting closer to our regiment position from the reconnaissance. As I heard, it was a perilous secret mission from the army headquarters. After almost five days in the rearward of Nazi lines—better to say, they were everywhere—we received significant information.

  Over exhausted, we moved toward our quarter’s points. It was a silent, horrible race crawling yard by yard. When we reached only a few miles nearer, in a deep, narrow gully with many small trees and a thicket of shrubs, we got orders to stand up on full legs. At the same second, every one of us faced a similar enemy group of five (as we realized later) helmet to helmet. ‘Oh my God!’ was the reaction only of my eyes. Tall grass was up to our shoulders. What distance? There were around three or four yards between us. They didn’t expect us; we didn’t wait for them. It wasn’t an ambush, and no one even opened their mouths. There had been no commands. So, thanks to my addiction for immediate response and counting only on myself, I rapped out, ‘Knives!’ Within seconds, everyone launched on the closest figure. The dogfight lasted not even a minute, and no one made a sound or shot. They were killed in the shortest time ever. Soon after, I reasoned maybe they were too tired. We lost nobody. Nobody recieved a scratch or wound. I guess the deadliest mistake of these unlucky Germans was taking too long to think about whether to shoot. After that event, I created one more formula for myself. I called it the extreme own or together participation. Later, all vanquishers of these circumstances, including the lieutenant, hugged me and with a firm-as-brothers handshake, we laughed about how sharp I was. They told me their lives belonged to my loud command from now on. But by myself, I had undisclosed gladness. It looked clear on any suspicion that using my dangerous principle ‘extreme own or together participation’ worked, and I felt happy.”

  Oh, my dear reader, if you ask about his narrative, I’ll just answer: it was a casual acquaintance and conversation in one of the Connecticut hotels. But from the last minute, I saw him, my memory recalled his voice; I realized that we were continuing to talk. That’s why I was so glad to meet him. And now I will again speak to him and invite you also to listen:

  My dear soldier winner, I salute you! I am a warm admirer of your contribution to freedom on the Earth! Let’s hope you went to the beautiful stars! Allow me to keep you in remembrance until my death. Let me expand your teaching of fast response to any absurdity among the people. I wish to swear to you I will do everything possible to make our planet-home an enhanced place to live. Let me also promise that when I feel I am close to leaving this world, I will still advocate your “theory” of how people can achieve any change together and right now.

  Since I kept my pledge to him, I realized I’m not afraid anymore to be forgotten by the people I knew. After his small stories, my decent deeds for others increased. That’s why, for a conclusion about the logo-root “Perpetual Quietness”—as somewhat our fear before the total end—I’d like to tell you what happened. For me, as a serious man, it was thrilling. I paid attention to the needs of surrounding people. I have always been a person with a kind heart, but now I became empathetic to other people’s problems. If it sounds too good to be true, forgive me for any improper words. I assume it isn’t empty talk but a conversation about my life. I want to tell you that after that meeting hearing the veteran’s stories about distant, terrible war, it created in my heart an impetus to a strong change. So, listen to what I noticed:

  Your acts valued as conscientious conduct are priced high.

  The people are assured of all your goodness.

  You embraced the truth that helps, contributes, defends and saves you from our memory and the oncoming

  PERPETUAL QUIETNESS that is not a scare-nihility.

  From these points, I would like to ask you, could you have an intimate tête-à-tête with yourself to an
swer:

  Have you ever fought the ludicrousness of your environment? Did you get a personal inquiry to make everything possible, so you don’t feel

  YOU ARE ALONE?

  If you most likely agree that our reality is vanity, would you like to create an unpredicted and unseen play about ending the

  THEATRE of the ABSURD?

  Why do we always grasp heated problems late nowadays? Could you highlight how you handle a

  REALIZATION of TIME?

  When don’t we talk about prosperity or richness, which different recourses might subsist for you as the comfortable

  TERRESTRIAL POSITION?

  We meet enough people who choose life roles on their own, but why do we wait for help about the

  DESIGNATION OF THE ROLES?

  When we are just small kids, we aren’t scared to die as we understand it as adults. But, when we grow too old, why do we fall into such critical worry of being elapsed in the marble

  PERPETUAL QUIETNESS?

  Psychological Path

  8. Modern Despots?

  Would you agree with the following linkage:

  DESPOTS of the MILLENNIUM

  MODERN TYRANTS

  INHUMAN SUBORDINATION

  WHY SHOULD I OBEY?

  as concepts suppressing the human mind?

  Constraint.

  When you break such a saline topic, it’s better to have a good tune. In our time, many of us live with an immense antipathy to our bosses. And it always occurs when the talk is about making big money. Under this condition, you must work under arrogant pressure. It’s vital to know about surviving in our delicate time. Oh, you always have a choice: either endure an intolerable chief because the job is incredibly profitable or stand up for your rights. However, maybe you know that obeying orders from very bossy people is akin to killing your own ego, and you would only end up losing interest. The experience of humiliated people at work shows that prolonged wearing of a mask doesn’t last long. One day, you’ll realize you are tired of it.