Of Thoreau & Independence
I first read Walden when I was 13; and it has been the one book that I have carried across the globe throughout my life and travels. Every time I open it, I find a new relevance and lesson to be learned. I have often attempted to lead a life that was out of the mainstream, out of the work - a - day prison of pursuing ever more and owning ever less. Indeed, I failed with the purchase of a house, that is not a mistake that I will be repeating. I believed, that despite my core character of not wanting or caring to belong, that I could indeed pursue wealth and 'happiness' in its' vain and that none of the stain would splash back upon me; it was a fools' game.
There is a parable of an Indian in Walden that speaks to me more clearly now, since the crash of 2008, than has ever before in my life.
“Not long since, a strolling Indian went to sell baskets at the house of a well-known lawyer in my neighborhood. “Do you wish to buy any baskets?” he asked. “No, we do not want any,” was the reply. “What!” exclaimed the Indian as he went out the gate, “do you mean to starve us?” Having seen his industrious white neighbors so well off—that the lawyer had only to weave arguments, and, by some magic, wealth and standing followed—he had said to himself: I will go into business; I will weave baskets; it is a thing which I can do. Thinking that when he had made the baskets he would have done his part, and then it would be the white man’s to buy them. He had not discovered that it was necessary for him to make it worth the other’s while to buy them, or at least make him think that it was so, or to make something else which it would be worth his while to buy. "
“How many a poor immortal soul have I met well-nigh crushed and smothered under its load, creeping down the road of life, pushing before it a barn seventy-five feet by forty, its Augean stables never cleansed, and one hundred acres of land, tillage, mowing, pasture, and wood-lot.....The better part of the man is soon ploughed into the soil for compost. By a seeming fate, commonly called necessity, they are employed, as it says in an old book, laying up treasures which moth and rust will corrupt and thieves break through and steal. It is a fool's life, as they will find when they get to the end of it, if not before....”
So what is to be done? I have found the answer is to Simply, Give Up.
I have stared at my problems too long. I see no solution to them, there isn't a lucky break coming my way - and working the way that I have, the way I know, is only breeding the same and similar results. So I am done. I quit. I GIVE UP. I have to admit, my problems don't matter.
I have given up on my problems; but maybe I can help you with yours - lend a fresh set of eyes to the obstacles you face. I am adept at avenues of disruption and brinkmanship in the regions of Insurance, Intelligence, All Things Russian, Motorcycles and paths to independence outside of the game. If you need a hand up and out - let me know.
So what are you doing that is off the beaten path? Are you stuck at a wall of bureaucracy or creativity? Are you feeling hopeless and stuck on a well trodden path to the slaughterhouse?
It is up to us little fish to help each other out. The large companies, big Sharks and celebrity names don't know us, don't see our struggle, and are not interested in something that is outside of their widget. There is no Giant Blue Benevolent hand coming to reset the chessboard. There isn't a winning lottery ticket that we have forgotten.
Let's help each other out of the fish bowl. Let's see if we can GIVE UP together.
PS - If you need to subvert, overthrow and covertly derail a government - that is my specialty.