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Sunday, 3 March 2024

Masterful Enslavement








By: Jonathan Seidel



Shepherding another’s cattle: to be a slave and master simultaneously (Fromm, 162) 


Nietzsche’s master morality implies the return to the aristocratic vein yet in doing so he inspires subjugation to the order. The nazis misconstrued his work but at the same time exhibiting slave morality internally.  


The object of master morality is seemingly freedom. It is to be in control of one’s destiny. To decide one’s fate rather than be controlled. Yet, the marker of aristocracy is to be in control of others. To be duped into the system of control. To control while at the same time being controlled by one’s own power. Master morality is but a sideshow to authority as submission. Hitler promoted such authority yet was a slave to his antics. A slave to his goals. In the end, he diverted trains to Auschwitiz rather than protect his men. His goal of exterminating Jews was at the cost of the war effort. He not only brought the war on his shoulders but further agonised the world in his insidious torture. He had signed his fate to his ordeal. He was a Jew hunter and could not stop his addiction. To the point of sealing his defeat instead of re-empowering his troops to defeat the allies. A man consumed by his arrogance and stubbornness. 


The aristocracy while in control had to also appeal to the peasant. He had to be working for them. The peasant didn’t have a choice but without an inkling of assistance or grace the peasants would revolt. Even at the behest of their life, sometimes killing your worst enemy beats out decaying. The aristocracy were provided status as a duty to fellow man. The divine right did not imbue exploitation but responsibility for the unprivileged. Peasants though were not provided the lectern of grace were still deserving of assistance. They enjoyed the fruits of aristocratic mercy. From the aristocracy’s point of view, assisting the needy was an obligation. A duty embedded in their social status and political favour. When lords began exploiting sailors even if it was for their countrymen, sailors looked to monarchs for help. The monarchs only became absolute with the aid of the citizenry. The citizen’s gave the monarchy more power if they returned the favour with opportunities. To some extent, the nature of the American revolution did have its legitimate grievances but it cannot be denied its ideological inspiration. Since many peasants weren’t concerned and it was more the wealthy who wished for their independence. In this way, war was a product of wealthy incitement for independence. Master morality preferred to be masters themselves which lead to a deadly war and a difficult beginning which almost folded. 


Master morality is led by ambition but ambition of self growth against self preservation. The colonial peasantry were happy with where they were. The downtrodden weren’t entirely exploited by the British. In many ways, the mid nineteenth century factory workers were not exploited by their bosses. There are horrific stories and grievances that led to unions and governmental intrusion but these were based on misconceptions about medieval life. That farming was somehow simpler and charming than factory work. There were problems and there was exploitation but that wasn’t every factory as not every contemporary business is villainous. One CEO charged with embezzlement doesn’t make all of them the devil incarnate. Rather the gradual development of better lives continued to increase with poverty declining steadily as the years have drawn on. Master morality is to seek one’s own ideals at the expense of the national or global mentality. Such a mentality, in practice did not lead to the best conclusions for all the masters. They became servants to their ideals. The marxists who established the Soviet Union ended up suffering under the regime as Stalin murdered all those who opposed. 


Nietzsche makes slave morality incomplete and derogatory. Yet given his psychosis he was unable to write a critique of master morality and praise slave morality. It cannot be inferred what he would say but this is a potential response using his frame. The slave morality is content with where he is. He accepts his position in the world and is unfettered by external glory. He has a way and he is principled about it. He accepts his fate without trying too hard to alter the unalterable. He is not passive nor quiet. Yet he is calm and passionate. The slave is hired and he does his job. He follows the rules and climbs the corporate ladder. He may voice a request for a rate or promotion. He is not silent but he is patient. He is grateful for the opportunity of life and work. He blesses his god and his employer. He now has the ability to provide for those he loves. He may be a rebel but he is no revolutionary. The slave is not one who sits back when all is failing. There is a limit to anyone’s patience. One must stand up when it gets too far. Everyone has a breaking point. There is a sense of content and weighing the options. The slave distinguishes between a rough season and exploitation. He is aware and honest.


The master either becomes a slave to his ideals or a slave to a new master. So he is ambitious and gets a new job or he gets a new house. More material doesn’t mean more joy nor more solace. The master is fake. Even someone as polarising as Andrew Tate is a slave to his work. He works non stop despite his hundreds of millions. While this is just conjecture he may be a slave to his social media presence. Hoping to inspire but really hoping people notice. Influencers are all about having fun but being noticed and acknowledged. To be a master is to be acknowledged but that masterfulness isn’t always acclaimed. The “do you know who I am” phraseology is an insecurity based on anticipated acknowledgement. The master doesn’t run away to the woods forever but hopes to come back and inspire. Nietzsche’s Zarathrusta returns to give his message. He is a preacher hoping for notice. Unlike the biblical prophets he seeks to acclaim while they wished to be far away from the action. Pharaoh is a slave to his own pride. The Hebrew slaves accepted their fate until Moses came along to free them. They pleaded with God to save them but were confined to their status. The leader no more than the slave himself was imprisoned by his will. 


To some extent the question remains if anyone is truly free. Even the mystic who flees to the forest is hoping to be protected. He relies on nature to provide sustenance and shelter. Freedom is an illusion as the only true liberty is directional and contextual. To be free from something or someone is to become a slave to a new idea. Fromm relates the freedom achieved from monarchies only to become new slaves to democracy. A new elite order demanding the citizenry around. So you were embedded with natural rights does not take away from the slavish power of the system. The law remains the law whether under a king or a president. Under a council or congress. Yet this does not take away from the preservation of liberty nor is it necessarily an issue. Hobbes’ Leviathan is the concession of rights for order. The foundation of human civilisation even tribalism is dismissed freedoms for the whole. The illusion of master morality is having reached the pinnacle to be a master yet deeply cursed by so much incompletion. A tiresome agony that never fades. There is no peace with ambition and no summit of tranquility. Once reaching the top of Everest need to then descend. 


There was a music video that came out years ago by Jake Miller called “Im Alright”. The video narrated a beggar collecting coins to buy better clothes to then finally cash it in and join the workforce. He excels and grows busier with the workload multiplying with his success. It becomes too overwhelming he breaks everything and returns to his simple beggar life. There may be many messages to gather from this. Yet identifying the chorus with the prose portrays the simpleton of poverty. It is tough but it is routine. A song recognising the harshness of toiling in the workforce. No matter what happens all will be well though the narrative demonstrates that working is hellish. It seems to advocate two various aspects. Though to some degree it is a reminder that work is not easy comes at price with a reward. The more work the more focus the more reward. Yet doing less may lesson anxiety begging for some cash each day but maybe people won’t give and clothes are tattered in the freezing winter. In both cases he is slave but his slavish life is economically better as an employee than his potential mentality as a beggar. The beggar is the master who has fled the corporate ladder but has also lost all the privileges of homeostasis.       


How masterful is a master who is dependent on other? Who seeks approval and acknowledgment. He agonises over his faults and dead dreams indefinitely. Slave mentality is not an economic status but a mentality. It doesn’t matter where one is on the economic ladder but how steeped there are in their own head. How much does their pride and arrogance affect them? How entranced are they are in their monolithic vision? To be a slave is to be stagnant and unreasonable. The slave mentality is to be content and tranquil. Concerning religion, it may seem uneventful and archaic but it is peaceful. It is acceptance and communal. The slave is not alone nor lonely. He has corresponding brethren and those who care for him. A slave has much in common with his friends. The peasants are all friends with one another but the lord lives alone his kids shunned by their mental superiority. Such arrogance begins as a group but slowly deteriorates as arrogance flares. The master can be a lone individual. One who charts his own path with antagonism brewing behind him. Discontent with his life hoping for change that will never satisfy him. 


Master morality is a hoax. It is a single person bent on control. Insecurity and fear presses him to press his feelings to the public. Hoping his charisma attracts and convinces them. All that partake are slaves to this master. Yet worse is the master’s blazing insecurity that leads to his own downfall. That causes such destruction because he couldn’t accept otherness or faults. Incapable of seeking peace and only monism. Such masterful intent is its own undoing. 

Thursday, 7 December 2023

Birth-day










By: Jonathan Seidel



Birthdays celebration and dread (Cioran, trouble, 6, 8)


The episode of Rachel turning thirty is filled with anxiety and misery. After many years of fun and enjoyment through the seasons of Friends, her thirtieth birthday marks a reflective axis. Where she has been and what her future holds. Here, the birthday switches from youthful joy to mature agonising. The nourishment of sleepovers is now marked by one day closer to frailty. 


The episode begins with Rachel’s anxiety and follows the other friends and their thirtieth birthday memories. Each one admits to the memorial disaster and anxiety ridden difficulty in recognising that age. None of the friends seem to have encountered thirty blissfully, all trying to be children. All trying to hold onto the alluring past. A recognisable hint to the growing pains of adulthood. Expectations not yet met and fear of the unknown lay ahead. Thirty is a ripe age in today’s age for finally pulling it together. Starting a family and establishing a profession. An age of reflection that neither friend has seemingly eclipsed. Struggling with their own woes and failures. The plot is sorrow and sullied by the stormy immaturity. Each friend attempts to make amends with their struggles and look positively toward the future. An optimistic swing to a bleak disaster. Ross points out that in ten years they will all be forty and Joey breaks down. A horror in the ears of imperfection and closer to the end. Growing with the existential dread is disturbing recalling the death clock as the years linger by. 


The episode marks a developing phobia of getting older. Attaining adulthood clashes with evolved maturity. Recognising the failed expectations only haunts the grower. Age is a part of human existence but it does not reduce the emotional turmoil suspended in the mind. It doesn’t evaporate the suffering prevailing the individual. The phobia is not all that illusionary. While it is dramatised it is all too real to the sufferer. Life is getting more complex. It is becoming more burdensome. One’s birthday is the day of reckoning. It is the day of reflection as the celebration proceeds. Birthdays are all about the years one’s existed. All that they have gained and accomplished. It is the material aspect that is concentrated. This for Rachel is daunting. She feels overwhelmed with her lack of achievement. Feeling deprived and wasteful in her encounter with accepted maturity. Her fear is deduced from her observational insolence. From how she perceives her peer’s growth. Yet each of them recognises their own futility.  In their own words failure has followed them. They have yet to make it.


Children do not feel this way. They are ignorant of the futility that will arise in the later years. Engulfed in the enjoyment of the ego. Centred attention in a selfish ease for growth. There are cases of childish hatred of birthdays from traumatic past whether it be bad parents or no friends. Yet for many children their birthdays were filled with additional care and attention. It was a day about them. Now their siblings would have to see them as the chosen child. It was a day of absolute acceptance and generosity. Attention from everyone else brought a smile of respect and dignity. A birthday party followed suit with all singing praises. Everyone visited the birthday boy and everybody participated in allegiance to his day. The joy of childhood was revelling in overwhelming support and love. People going out of their ways to congratulate on the precious day of birth. The growth aspect was a part of more extensive partying. How to fully engage others in your own day. Contributing to demonstrate their ultimate love for the birthday kid. 


Celebrating as a child is to be elevated above others. A selfish tactic for attention and recognition. The child feasts in the royal palace. Fondled over for the entire day. Special breakfast with remarks of elated joy. Popularity in school is like no other. Kids never spoken to say the classic phrase. The only words recalled are these quoted lines memorised each year. Children think it is nice to wish others happy birthday and the birthday kid feels good hearing it. Indulging in the regal affair he thanks them with a smile. He will never speak to them ever again but in that moment he feels like a king. Feeling beloved and concerned for. Lacking responsibility for anything. It is all provided for. Mom makes the special breakfast and drives to school late. Greeted by friends and teachers alike wishing the almighty phrase. They may as well bowed in respect, to their majesty. After school dad picks up the cake and at desert it is placed in front to momentarily gage his own prestige before devouring it with a smile. He is temporarily on top and then the day ends. The following morning everything returns to normal. For a day he was royalty and as quickly returns to peasantry. 


Adults see their birthdays differently. Maturity reduces the age of irresponsible fun. Even to go out with friends to a bar is limited by the scope of availability. Maybe a friend or two show up and maybe they only stay for an hour. Responsibility for family or a job requires one to suspend their enjoyment and their selfishness for others. A husband may treat his wife and even older children may do the same for their parents but regal sensation is youthful. It is heavily reduced to the family. Friends may reach out and the connectivity spawns conversation. There is a moment of solidarity. Friends feeling obliged to reach out and congratulate yes the opportunity to extend and find out how life is. A once a year token to catch up. The birthday adult enjoys the company but it is not as simple to respond. While a husband may treat his wife for breakfast they both must head for work, the children must be driven to school. Everyone is on their own schedule preoccupied with other than the birthday. 


Everyone desires recognition but some require it less. Maturity is the acceptance of independence. A wife doesn’t generally require the attention that a child does. The birthday experience is different. The mother has experienced her share of birthday parties. The youthful spirit was a past-time. She adores her husband’s overwhelming attention but it is temporary as he kisses her on the cheek as he grabs his stuff to work. Some coworkers may acknowledge the birthday but it isn’t the drama of the school-years. There is a youthful spirit to send a text but it is selective. From friends that know you, though in the social media age, reminded of someone’s birthday and sending out a confirmation is super easy. There may be more quantitative messages but far less quality. There is a higher level of recognition even in adulthood because the information is out there and recalled to everyone but the actual recognition is inferior. Adults are also involved in their lives and have little time to delve or even care for the recognition. The point of maturity is to enjoy the independence even at expense of dispelling the joy of birthday indulgence. 


In some regard, the reflective axis is relative. There are ages where reflection has a stronger pull. Turning twenty five is bigger than turning twenty six, turning fifty is bigger than forty. Not all birthdays are equal, some have more emotion than others. These bigger ages act as milestones. Reflecting on the past. Where has my life gone and where do I wish to be. The inquiry marvels in the mind of the struggler. For many their routines cost much of their time. Many a time not aware of the day or date. Birthdays are a pause to the routine. The routine freezes to focus on you. The world keeps going and the routine is still obligatory but a mental note comes to the forefront. Acknowledging the growth is at the same time a denial of presence. Wowed by the realisation. Jokes about old age begin at the quarter mark. Feeling older than some friends. In a class of your own. A quarter of life has been completed. Amassed with the responsibility post-university only heightened the dilemma. Only three quarters to go. What are the goals? Where do I hope to see myself in the near future? Inquires that haunt and privilege those wishing to outlast their fate.


Birthday is a reminder of aging. The quarter milestone only figures to reckon with the youthful spirit. Body is still at full capacity for most. Able to enjoy single life with ease. It is the beginning of responsibility on the heels of irresponsibility. Slowly weaning off of the dependable nature. Maturing gradually in the process. For others it is a reminder of the despot. A undesirable continuation of hell. Responsibility has pervaded their life for some time. Married young or elderly parents. Already forced onto the accountable scene. Though still the youth is present. A nexus between youth and adulthood encapsulates the paradigm shift. Attention seeking is salvaged by mature independence. Shoving the yoke of desire off one’s shoulders. Responsibility takes the initiative away from prowling in external affairs. Birthdays become more about introspection than celebration. What has the new age me accomplished? What can I employ to self actualise? It is not merely a metric of joy because adult knowledge sees the finality in the distant future but cannot erase the intellectual comprehension haunting the soul. 


Stigma of birth is not fully accepted or lamented by others. Many see birth as the most beautiful creation in the world. A child with the cutest soul smiling fills the parental heart with overwhelming joy. There is a clear obliviousness to the inevitable struggles of life. Since living is more satisfying than not. Why wouldn’t others wish to live, yet it quite forced upon them. Thrusting the existential dread in their faces. Most accept their fate and choose to celebrate the joy of their existence. It is good to be alive. Though somewhat misguided in the matrix of belonging. The innocence of youth protects the suffering of maturity. Children’s brains are not developed. They are smart but emotionally deficient. Unable to fully acknowledge the horror that awaits them. Protection from the world at large comforts any possible carnage that may emerge. Childish inexperience paves the way for jolly go-lucky existence. It is the intervention of tragedy that innocence is transformed. An external stimuli abruptly awakes the numbed child into the hellfire of disaster. Overwhelming the once peaceful tranquility with fearful trembling. A birthday is a day of comfort and return to the origin. A day where everything is put aside to ensure the child’s dreams.

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