Time Is Here

Time is here.


It always has been, and it always shall be.


The nexus is now.


The nexus, that fork in the road where one chooses the kind of a human being to be, is in every man's face every moment of every day. You, for example, will help choose what sort of world in which your great grandchildren shall live. You will choose, whether in the actively participatory manner of the righteous and brave Freeman, or through the limp and lame default of a Weakman's evasion. But make no mistake about it, you will choose, for there is no escaping the responsibility; there is only cheap and cowardly avoidance, which buys one nothing at all.

In spite of the ubiquitous belief that one man can do nothing to alter the future, it is precisely the opposite that is true: the world improves or deteriorates, one man at a time.

Thus far, we the people have fallen down terribly, failing to do what needs doing in order to secure our freedoms, our prosperity, our happiness, and every other good that derives therefrom.

Today we have the power of the network on our side, yet we seem to do so little of value with it.

Think about that awhile - we have more at hand than ever before, yet we fail ourselves more resolutely than ever. Previous generations might be forgiven their failings for want of information. Today, we drown in it and can therefore offer no valid reason, much less an excuse, for our idle acceptance of the outrages heaped upon us by other human beings who hold no authority to do so beyond the which we, the others, allow. And this is truer of Americans than of any other people on the earth.

The coming debridement of all pretty and deceptive varnishes previously slathered upon our statuses as serfs and perhaps as even slaves can be credited not to the tyrants, but fully and solely to ourselves, for we routinely and universally fail to take the measures necessary to throw the vampires from our necks.

Our posterity will one day curse our corruption, as perhaps even we shall ourselves.

A deep reexamination of who we are, what we believe in common, and what we are willing to do pursuant to those beliefs is long past due, as are the changes needed in our thoughts if we are tos be erious about being Freemen in preference to being Weakmen. And if we are not serious, as judged by our action rather than words, then I submit that it is high time we dispense with all the talk of it, for we succeed in naught but the making of ourselves into cheap, clown-like caricatures for whom we may validly hold no esteem beyond doleful and abiding embarrassment, shame, and bottomless, sorrow-heavy regret. Let us at least be honest about ourselves, if we will be nothing better than cowards and scoundrels unto ourselves.

If the boredom of the lie that is "security" is preferable to Sam Adams' "animating contest" of freedom, then let us admit it, the sad irony there being that the greatest assurance of security lies precisely in the contest, and not the lie. But nobody can choose for you, so I will advise utmost caution in how you decide to answer the call of your most basic nature as a free-born being.

The Freeman can always choose to become a slave. The slave, however, can rarely choose to be free.

Until next time, please accept my best wishes.