Why do we imprison ourselves?

We never allow ourselves to be the beginning. To be one human, or two, or however many, just wandering through the land we have found ourselves in. Curious, as such a human would be. Young, as such a human would be. With a sense of possibility, as such a human would have.

As I wander, with the girl who wanders with me, I find that this land has already been taken. Everywhere, an owner. Everywhere, a law standing between us, as two humans at the beginning, and just being with the grass and the stars and the sun.

We are confused. We want to be. To ponder, to walk and wonder whether this or anything or nothing? But everywhere, there is already an old, regimented, and structured system of what is. And it demands that we take our life from it and give our life to it. That we live by its ‘money’ and its ‘law’ and its words and culture and…

We just want to wander.

Two humans with the stars.

And it seems like we’ve found ourselves in a tyranny. A tyranny that refuses to let the most basic, simple humanness survive without reference to it. Which wishes, we hear, to extend its ‘democracy’ over the globe which, we’ve heard, we live on.

And, we really don’t claim to understand very much. We’re just two young human beings whose questions and wanderings are sincere, and that seems to have set us apart from others. I don’t think the people who live by these laws and this society have got it so wrong… and I can see how what has arisen could naturally have arisen just from people living out their lives as they must, and forming societies around that.

But, whyever whatever has happened has happened, it has happened:

We are in a tyranny. The form that life, and humanness, can take in this land we find ourselves in is forcibly limited. Such oldness has arisen that our whole lives must, we are told in every half-veiled official and institutional phrase, be lived upon bases and categories which precede us.

We respect craft. And knowledge. And the crafts of artisans. Those things are traditions. We don’t scorn the living and experience of the humans in the land we’ve found ourselves in. And if anybody has a way of life and understanding which suits them and which they wish to live out amongst those immediately around them, we have no words we could say against them. But, if two humans cannot simply wander over the land they have found themselves in, as we so long to do, and if two humans cannot simply create a way of life spontaneously and without mediation through what has been, as we so long to do, then this is a hell that we live in.

And we must fight.

Understand us—we are just two humans with sincerity. Just beginning at the beginning, and realising what strictures have been imposed upon us. And, as we must, refusing to simply accept such.

If we, two humans, cannot wander, no two humans can wander. And if two young humans—any two young humans, of whatever inclinations—cannot wander, young and possible as those two humans should rightfully be young and possible, then we must fight whoever would prevent that.

And, we find, the foe is titanic. Just vast. And maintained by so much acceptance and belief from the humans who it lives through. And so we realise the scale of the fight we must fight.

And we write this. A probably very quiet voice, read by a very few. But, we hope, amongst those few there will be some who realise what we are, and who may take solace in realising that there are others like them: humans, finding ourselves where we find ourselves. In the tyranny that we’re in. Reacting as we must, no matter how much value is contained within, or organised in accordance with the scheme of, the oppression we seek to overthrow.

Alice and Vega

xLx

(‘A Questioning’ was also published in Fenrir Issue III/121 Year of Fayen: link (featuring amusing artwork).)

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