Independence Day always has a deeper meaning to me than a birthday party for our nation. There is something fundamental and ongoing in this revolution that we are still celebrating—something eternal to man. We are all either on the side of King George or the patriots; either we are breaking the myth or upholding the myth that keeps us bound.
And what is the myth of this perpetual revolution that defines man and each of us? The myth is always the basic assumption of who we are. We choose to be who we are, and if that choice limits us and we refuse to go beyond that choice out of fear, then we are with King George and the divine right of kingship. Power comes down from the top in the myth of King George, through the ideologies, race, family, and religion we choose. We are all conservatives here—and liberals too. The revolutionary doubts this myth and questions the very definition of what people say is real. Doubt is the revolutionary’s sword.
But if we are revolutionaries, radical doubters, then we belong to a different generation, the unborn generation. If we challenge the myths of who we are, then we challenge the right of the born to tell us who we are; and we stand for the right to remain unborn, to be more than I already am, and to always be what I can be, and that is to stand for a radical freedom—the freedom to be pure potential, creative, and free.
So I salute and fly my flag of radical independence here on my front porch in this tiny town of Blackstone. It matters not where we fly our flag of revolution from the tyranny of the born, because the unborn have no place or no time—remember, they are the unborn. They don’t even exist in form.
You are this eternal revolution where the battles are going on inside the mind with armies of thought moving in combat over the field of time. Yet, whichever army wins, it matters not to you, the patriot of the Revolution, because the unborn never joins the fight but stands on a hill overlooking the field, flying the flag of no man.
Freedom joins no army of the born. Oh, the unborn may walk among us wearing clothes of one form or another and make the good fight; but freedom never frowns and feels it is trapped in a limitation. Freedom is just the on going revolution of that tiny point of timeless presence that never stands in one place and like a river takes satisfaction in the flowing and makes his or her home only in the birthing. Happy Freedom everyone.
Posted under General Observations
This post was written by ed on July 4, 2008