I have another piece I’ve been working on for a while now about the paradox of creation, how the destiny of creation seemingly always leads to destruction, and from destruction we get yet more creation spiraling on. Yet even as I write it, I find myself growing bored.
Yawn. Who cares, man? It’ll come when it comes, and sometimes it’s fun to untangle, but who cares about philosophy in 2022?
There’s so much more immediacy, vibrant life to take in, indulge in, instill. Is it not arrogance for any one nobody to attempt to sit down and write up on the nature of The Way? One not of a people, not of a tribe, not of a nation, but just one of the internet in-takers feeling (and therefore finding) nothing, unwanted. Misunderstood, I therefore journey to ever more understand. Understanding, I stand under the magnitude of god/the universe/everything/nothing/totality humbled by my role as a singular processing aspect.
Deep in my journey through the history books, ever laboring through the trash heap of lost refuse known as the past for some treasures, I cannot hide away without great effort from the legacy of this past, a legacy rooted in the active and aware misunderstanding of t woman in order that they perpetual suffer, broadly speaking, as a subordinate class. It seems easy to surmise that as materialism across philosophies grew, so too did the subjugation of outsiders to maintain and propagate material power through their labor, and of women to continue the necessity of generational knowledge transference (mother, teacher, helper) without threatening the materialized’s constant pursuit of earthly domination.
Through the laws of physics and their ability to violently intimidate, men have kept a stranglehold on women that only begins to unclench finger by finger as technologically advancing cultural mediums create ever greater awareness of the nature of these forms of ancient abuse. As newspapers, then radio, then television, and finally the internet all came one by one to democratize our wider culture, the voice of women inexorably grew, a voice reinforced with the gun, the camera, the cell-phone, and other tools that offered protection and recourse against would-be physical aggressors.
And yet.
The social narrative surrounding women remains appallingly male in its narrative scope. With the revocation of Roe v. Wade, we need not remind ourselves of this truth, as the debate around abortion would not exist if the citizenry of the United States of America did not so willfully continue to misunderstand and subordinate women into the role of birther, educator, or helper. Yet while men have managed to shed the burdens of material philosophy and their mortal coils to engage more fully in the abstract realms of justice, science, morality, and art, women continue to face regular obstacles defined by their physical existence. The fact that society chooses to continue to define women so completely by their bodies as to pass laws over that body’s rights, while not even thinking to do so with men cannot be rooted in anything else but the logical othering of women. A woman carries a life in her everyday whether or not she is pregnant by virtue of the fact that she herself is a living, thinking thing! It makes my stomach sick writing such a stupid sentence, but it seems to need saying in our re-newly bigoted USA.
Why should aspects of this country decide that individual citizens should be allowed to act as judge, jury, and executioner in regards to threats to their material selves, selves which are made manifest through the body and property, when it comes to gun laws? Yet women should not be allowed the same privilege of judge, jury, and executioner in regards to threats to their material selves because an outside moralizer has decide that child is innocent? An outside moralizer like myself would say that no threat to material existence is worth shooting another person, and many of those who are shot are innocent. Perhaps, because we live in a fundamentally pluralistic society, outside moralizers should be given minimum platform to dictate the decisions of those actually in the immediacy of the reality of their own life. It seems akin to the military leadership of WWI, where an officer class completely removed from the realities and experiences of their soldiers and the frontlines of war stuck instead to outdated moral codes and made the decisions as they knew best, leading to the needless wholesale slaughter of working class innocents. Now, instead of young men suffering the largest brunt of the damage through outside moralizers, it is instead young women suffering the brunt of this choice. Sure, women in the Great War suffered alongside their men just as men will suffer alongside women in this decision, but this is a gendered conflict most clear.
Empathizing with an unborn baby instead of the woman this baby is inside, outsider moralizers take upon themselves the role of would-be gods, the fates Moirai. Right from the outset, in order to feel a petty simulation of power, this anti-woman camp would weave the destiny’s of those they will never meet, interact with, or know. Six ideologues from the District of Columbia’s Supreme Temple on High with a pen-stroke reached their twelve hands deep inside every fertile or pregnant woman in America’s womb and said “MINE.”