If I fail to define and create a new form of life to the life that I have been given, by God, by parents, by the community of culture in which I grow up and am educated by, then I am merely a slave. Having jettisoned the model of post-war social democracy and embarked on the perilous seas of the lunatic worship of capitalism and market, the doubting of human rights, elevating the gang warfare of liberalised share dealing, the enobling of the ecstatically wealthy, freeing them from any sense, any notion of social responsibility, we are heading pellmell into the renewed world of slavery for the masses. One paradox of this is that it has been enacted in the name of freedom. Does this mean that I can still claim some freedom? Possibly. Though it has to be said that my freedom might only be based on the fact that I now draw a pension. I can survive without entering the degraded notion of work.
There are questions of the drive to power, the drive to wealth or on the other side the drive to understand, explore, teach, help others along the path. With each of these possibilities I must avoid the traps of those who would enslave me. It seems to me there is an imperative to dive into unknown depths to evade the would-be slavers.
What is this depth thing?
Falling in love? Falling must be different from diving. To prevent oneself from falling in love would be a crime. To prevent oneself from falling off the proverbial cliff sounds rather sensible. But is falling into the depth also a possible path to evade the slavers? Do I dare dive?
