Modern Men and Women Who have never known of peace or of the serenity which attends life lived in harmony with others necessarily and always impute and project onto those who have tasted such crystalline waters of liberty the black nature which they themselves most pre-eminently maintain in contradiction to their own anima/animus.
Through the Synchronistic Presentation of what seems to be the satisfaction of numerous forms of fantasies that an individual who is subject to this kind of warfare finds themselves in, it becomes inevitable for such an individual who has been treated like chattel and as a slave or less than human cyborg to be subjected to innumerable forms of oppresion and psychological suppression so as to consistently induce within such an individual a fear state that is derived from an inability to find within themselves and within their environment the most basic pillar of human health - the very bottom of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, or in the Indian Conception of the Spirit Body, the opening of the root chakra.
This is the means that a tyrannical state employs to consistently enslave and demoralize its population through decades of social engineering that only the most elite individuals have the ability to discern, as more often than not the masses are subjected to the inescapable tide of societal ills and derelictions that have been passed down to them from within their own family, religious groups, and/or schools.
This consistent and abominable practice of enforcing a form of Dante's Inferno and of the Analogical Denunciation of the essential humanity of those who are within such systems is what inevitably gives birth to and fosters the abounding forms of resentiment and denunciation of all forms of affirmation in western society that would promote health, virtue, grace, strength, courteousness, a genteel spirit, and the marks of conscience amongst a noble and virulent class of men and women amongst those whose spirit and soul crave for such strengthening forms of grace and courage,
as such forms of influence upon a populace have an enlivening effect that liberates the stagnant and heavily weighed down individuals who have been encumbered with the reckless and heedless contempt that the masses have laid upon them due to the simplicity with which they were raised as individuals who were taught to bear their own responsibility and to shoulder the weight that others could not carry without any form of complaint.
Such souls are the favorite target of Machiavellian Imposters of the Spirit, who love to weigh down such people with their own burdens, small worldview, narrow-minded insults and intemperance, and desires, and who frequently make it their objective to paint such well meaning souls as if they are the blackest figures to ever walk the face of this earth. It is all too common for this rabble to fraternize with and secretly long for the ascendancy of a Third Reich in their nationalistic fervor seeing as their contempt for being and for life has been replaced with a utter fixation upon the introduction, maintenance, and induction of their anti-being utopia that is founded on the negation of all that is to be considered worthy of praise while styling themselves as the new 'revolutionaries' who are to be held in respect and admiration amongst the masses for their vainglorious pursuits. This is the fundamental problem that those who have an interest in the well being and preservation of human dignity will have to inevitably face, as those who wish to continue with their head still firmly attached must recognize the many beings out there who wish to sever the head from the stem of one's body through the poisonous and cruel words that they utter against such individuals inveighed with the discipline of careful and crafty deceptions aimed at the natural inclination such souls have to employ platonic forms of inference as their main way of thought and reason.
It is with such in mind that the art of war enters the scene, and the need for deception rears its ugly head for those who wish to maintain the aristocracy of their own soul in the midst of those who hold such individuals in contempt, and it is in this vein of thought that Nietzsche's profound works stand forth with helpful acuity and perception of this predicament:
When Zarathustra had spoken these words, he again looked at the people, and was silent. “There they stand,” said he to his heart; “there they laugh: they understand me not; I am not the mouth for these ears.
Must one first batter their ears, that they may learn to hear with their eyes? Must one clatter like kettledrums and penitential preachers? Or do they only believe the stammerer?
They have something whereof they are proud. What do they call it, that which maketh them proud? Culture, they call it; it distinguisheth them from the goatherds.
They dislike, therefore, to hear of ‘contempt’ of themselves. So I will appeal to their pride.
I will speak unto them of the most contemptible thing: that, however, is THE LAST MAN!”
And thus spake Zarathustra unto the people:
It is time for man to fix his goal. It is time for man to plant the germ of his highest hope.
Still is his soil rich enough for it. But that soil will one day be poor and exhausted, and no lofty tree will any longer be able to grow thereon.
Alas! there cometh the time when man will no longer launch the arrow of his longing beyond man—and the string of his bow will have unlearned to whizz!
I tell you: one must still have chaos in one, to give birth to a dancing star. I tell you: ye have still chaos in you.
Alas! There cometh the time when man will no longer give birth to any star. Alas! There cometh the time of the most despicable man, who can no longer despise himself.
Lo! I show you THE LAST MAN.
“What is love? What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?”—so asketh the last man and blinketh.
The earth hath then become small, and on it there hoppeth the last man who maketh everything small. His species is ineradicable like that of the ground-flea; the last man liveth longest.
“We have discovered happiness”—say the last men, and blink thereby.
They have left the regions where it is hard to live; for they need warmth. One still loveth one’s neighbour and rubbeth against him; for one needeth warmth.
Turning ill and being distrustful, they consider sinful: they walk warily. He is a fool who still stumbleth over stones or men!
A little poison now and then: that maketh pleasant dreams. And much poison at last for a pleasant death.
One still worketh, for work is a pastime. But one is careful lest the pastime should hurt one.
One no longer becometh poor or rich; both are too burdensome. Who still wanteth to rule? Who still wanteth to obey? Both are too burdensome.
No shepherd, and one herd! Every one wanteth the same; every one is equal: he who hath other sentiments goeth voluntarily into the madhouse.
“Formerly all the world was insane,”—say the subtlest of them, and blink thereby.
They are clever and know all that hath happened: so there is no end to their raillery. People still fall out, but are soon reconciled—otherwise it spoileth their stomachs.
They have their little pleasures for the day, and their little pleasures for the night, but they have a regard for health.
“We have discovered happiness,”—say the last men, and blink thereby.—
And here ended the first discourse of Zarathustra, which is also called “The Prologue”: for at this point the shouting and mirth of the multitude interrupted him. “Give us this last man, O Zarathustra,”—they called out—“make us into these last men! Then will we make thee a present of the Superman!” And all the people exulted and smacked their lips. Zarathustra, however, turned sad, and said to his heart:
“They understand me not: I am not the mouth for these ears.
Too long, perhaps, have I lived in the mountains; too much have I hearkened unto the brooks and trees: now do I speak unto them as unto the goatherds.
Calm is my soul, and clear, like the mountains in the morning. But they think me cold, and a mocker with terrible jests.
And now do they look at me and laugh: and while they laugh they hate me too. There is ice in their laughter.”
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