Force Be Damned
“How I wish I could surrender my soul; Shed the clothes that become my skin; See the liar that burns within my needing.” Tears and Rain – James Blunt
Some of the planet’s smartest, caring, and aware people write the blogs I read and follow, and so it is that they have shown and taught me a thing or two, quite a many thing or two. But that’s how things should be, learning from each other. —Where else are we supposed to go? We have a platform that present us—for the time being—an opportunity to share ourselves freely and openly. The things we offer, the things we gather, are things too often unpleasant. And we expose these things; some do at a personal risk.
Armed with awareness and the light of knowledge we hope to do our part in shaping the world to the better, the better of all. And when I say all, I don’t mean the watered-down version of all; I mean all.
We’re not looking for fame, power, or riches. Although the proper application of these things might further our goals, it is not who we are. Our aspirations are for the explosion of truth, justice, peace, and the release from oppression and slavery. In this our lofty goal we are The Vanguard of Noble Endeavor, with mission we cannot turn our backs on. I say vanguard because in spite of our persistence and our unwavering dedication I don’t see us making any radical world changing progress during our short time on earth, nor with any of the near to follow generations, perhaps for that matter in this whole epoch of Homo sapiens sapiens.
I dislike coming across as negative and I don’t mean to diminish our vigor, but I believe there is only little we are capable of, little ground we can realistically hope to gain. But rather than letting that discouraging sentiment give rise to acquiescence it should, I hope, stir you to dogged defiance. For just at that moment when all seems lost, our efforts futile, should we reach deep into our fiber our spirits and rise up with all we have we will at least know there was no more we could have done; and who knows what may follow from that in years to come.
The point of this letter is simply that I would like to share with you my perspective—suspiciously unpopular and wildly controversial, I hold it as truth. You decide.
Something holds us back. That should be obvious. By this time in our existence, we should have reached a near utopian plateau. But we haven’t, we’re nowhere close. In fact, I’d say we’re moving in the opposite direction. We have the whole of history to reflect and to have learnt. Yet what have we learnt?
There is a controlling force. Be it the momentum of eons, the gods, aliens (I’m serious, stop snickering), the elite, the government, our culture and traditions, religions, ourselves, or more than likely a poisonous combination of these ingredients. I don’t know exactly what, but whatever it is it is real and really powerful—existing beyond our imaginations—something that keeps us inebriated with trivialities—think sports, porn, television, electronics, booze, drugs, anything to keep us unaware and distracted. And worse than that, it keeps us at odds with one another, and it does it most expertly. This force pays lip service to harmony while it enlivens our fear, hate, lust, racism, prejudice, supremacy, and here’s the real kicker, speciesism.
Hence forth, I’ll simply call this force, Force.
Force holds sway and dominance over most of us by appeasing and nurturing our selfish and violent genes. We’ve all fallen captive to Force early in life and whilst only a few have loosened their shackles, we remain chained. Force has captured kings, priests, and politicians; rich, poor, and the fading middle classes; simpletons and intellectuals; the philosopher and the apathetic alike; the sympathetic and the hardened, all enchanted by its beauty and charm; its sweet and addictive enticements and promises.
And so, we carry on as we have always done.
Force satisfies us. Our greed, comfort, and security, but most of all the satisfaction of our palate while compromising our compassion. Our whole history of existence continues to focus on food and drink—it’s the constant; lunch in our day-to-day slavish grind, our celebrations and holidays, our gatherings, the little rewards we like to afford ourselves. And after all, why not, food and drink is what keeps us alive and nourished. We give thanks to the gods, the earth, the sun, the moon, the rain, the farmers, the neighbors, and even to ourselves for its life-giving pleasure.
We should enjoy it and be grateful for it.
But should we kill for it?
And, if we choose to kill, what effect has that on our psyche, our disposition?
Has our genome advanced or degraded to point where we can kill without compulsion or consequence to ourselves, our spiritual entity?
I believe not.
In whichever direction our DNA has taken us we still have compassion, somewhere locked within. And therein lie the key.
Force understands this; threatened by it.
Compassion is its Achilles heel.
Force knows that if it can keep us so ruthless as to confine, torture, abuse, and kill the least helpless of creatures among us, we’ll have no limits to the atrocities we lend ourselves to, for we are a myopic species that tends to extremes. Not to mention the contamination of our spirit, our love, and the distortion of our perception that bloodshed and violence imparts to us, whether we give it, received it, or simply condone it—and not just from the violence itself but from the ingesting and absorption of traumatized flesh into our systems.
Thus, I am vegan anarchist.
I offer Force no allegiance.
Force be damned!
And again damned!
I have chosen to honor the dignity of all sentient life on earth, all to be free of enslavement, fear, and oppression. It doesn’t matter if they be human or animal—suffering and oppression are the same to the victim. The struggles of all the oppressed are my struggles, their pain is mine, their freedom or servitude is mine. And in this, I stand with them against Force. And Force be damned!