Hope Is Not A Feeling

The Tragedy Of Modern Man Is Not That He Knows Less And Less About The Meaning Of His Own Life, But That It Bothers Him Less And Less.

If Every Day A Man Takes Orders In Silence From An Incompetent Superior, If Every Day He Solemnly Performs Ritual Acts Which He Privately Finds Ridiculous, If He Unhesitatingly Gives Answers To Questionnaires Which Are Contrary To His Real Opinions And Is Prepared To Deny His Own Self In Public, If He Sees No Difficulty In Feigning Sympathy Or Even Affection Where, In Fact, He Feels Only Indifference Or Aversion, It Still Does Not Mean That He Has Entirely Lost The Use Of One Of The Basic Human Senses, Namely, The Sense Of Humiliation.

In Any Case, Ideals Are Something We Strive For; They Are Somewhere On The Horizon Of Our Efforts; They Provide Meaning And Direction; They Are Not, However, Static Quotas That We Either Fulfill Or Do Not.

Life Cannot Be Destroyed For Good, Neithercan History Be Brought Entirely To A Halt. A Secret Streamlet Trickles On Beneath The Heavy Lid Of Inertia And Pseudo-events, Slowly And Inconspicuously Undercutting It. It May Be A Long Process, But One Day It Must Happen: The Lid Will No Longer Hold And Will Start To Crack. This Is The Moment When Something Once More Begins Visibly To Happen, Something Truly New And Uniquesomething Truly Historical, In The Sense That History Again Demands To Be Heard.

Ultimately, Power Only Really Listens To Power, And If Government Is To Be Improved, We Must Be Able To Threaten Its Existence, Not Merely Its Reputation.