Against the Robots

To deny one's origins, it's possible to claim that the existence of past events cannot be proven, or better yet, that it was an accident, an accident amplified by gossip. This is where downplaying often proves an effective subterfuge, because it doesn't require denial and relies on a degree of honesty. But while this deception allows one to seemingly distance oneself from a lineage, to hide the ghosts of one's origins from the world under a veil of ignorance, it only deceives the outside world, those around us; it offers no escape when confronting oneself. It often represents the cornerstone of a fear of intimacy. Because intimacy reveals. Because unacknowledged fear confines a fear of oneself within oneself while simultaneously denying it. How many of our contemporaries live thus harnessed by their fear of exposure? This feint unfolds a rainbow of cowardice; a cowardice that keeps time with silence, that creates balance and grounds it in self-forgetfulness, therefore in a loss of self, then a negation of self. Fear that neither dies nor is reborn in bravery heralds the death of freedom. The reign of robots. Ismene hides from Creon's outrage. Ismene has already lost her freedom. She lost it willingly. She traded it for a little comfort. She is afraid to see herself. Ismene follows her own path , as the saying goes, meaning she merges with her destiny, even more so, she wraps herself in it, she becomes one with it, she can hardly distinguish her destiny from her life. But destiny is an unacknowledged fear; destiny invites us to live a life parallel to the one we could have lived, the life for which we were made. Destiny inexorably leads us away from our calling. At first, we still see this calling, but little by little it dissipates and becomes a dream. Sometimes, however, an event can rekindle this awareness of who we truly are deep down; this is the moment when the event becomes history.