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doing me any good anyway. Life, well, that is, that's... Yes! Let's
eat, drink, and celebrate the thousand-year empire! Freedom? No! I
don’t even know what that is. Where would I put it?” As Nietzsche
says, ,for ability-to-stand is a merit in courtiers; and all courtiers
believe that to blessedness after death pertains- permission-to-sit!”
(KSA p.254, TSZ p.161.) And when an entire nation feels this way,
that is despotism, because let us not forget that it is not the despot
that creates the slave, but the slave the despot. The Greeks knew
this, too. The tyrant meanwhile rubs his hands together with
satisfaction and smiles contentedly. Order comes before all else.
I would sell not only my freedom but my own mother for order.
Tell me: what is freedom good for? Can I buy bread with it, erect a
circus, build a road? Of course not. How good it is to be dependent!
How good it is to be a slave!
The master-servant relationship’s polarity changes. I am not
going to go into detail about this. I am just mentioning it. The
masters separate themselves from nature, which is transformed,
while servant shape it through their actions (they must serve), and
they change not only nature, but themselves. Self-enclosed beings
become masters, and they who become the engines of change are
the servant. The tension deep down is constantly growing. It is like
a dormant volcano: the longer it waits to erupt, the bigger that blast
will be. This unequal recognition brings with it abjection and loss
of rights, so that it only requires a spark to create an explosion. The
two exchange sides again and again and again. A Bastille, then an
emperor, then barricades, then another emperor. And it continues.
This is why every system can be sure that nothing lasts forever, even
if drama returns as comedy. Why do the mini-dictators and the
not-so-mini-dictators not read Hegel or Plato? Or why do they not
listen, if they read them? The whole thing is like a dormant volcano
whose eruption is held back by the pressure of what covers it. The
pressure and repressed tension grows ever greater, even though
there is no sign of it on the surface. According to volcanologists,
the longer the pressure builds, the bigger the explosion will be. It
is the same way in a society: however long freedom is denied, and