The Enterprising Devil
Otherwise known as Man, Inc.
Our wills are malleable things at best and frail at worst.
The notion that we are not completely free absolutely in control of ourselves is abhorrent to some, nay many. Yet it is folly to assume we are. Even our own internal forces are not always under our conscious will, deeper things than our living selves move us and we would believe that we do not move each other? Oh but we do! And take joy in that, take joy in that as we are meant to be moved, meant to use and be used.
Use, such an unkind word, it has awful connotations doesn't it? We say that, use when discussing the misuse of others. But using is not taking, (or misusing for the matter) you can use kindly.
I ask that you think of us as merchants, not monsters.
We thrive to be used, all of us, like good little machines we wait to be used by the right person for the right purpose and we click and whir happily with it. At times even defining ourselves by it, and is that not what love is, to want badly to be of use to someone?
Love is a service, or perhaps the love of service but it is noble and we should not demean it because to love is to be used or at least wish to be useful.
And what is more noble than to love? This sharing of each other, trading pieces of oneself with another, borrowing from them their very being and lending back the pieces of yourself they need. Could it be the ultimate goal of our organism is this sharing, this symbiosis beyond even the will to reproduce could it be we exist to love?
Symbiotes, or merchants. We peddle our goods kindly to those who are interested and we are interested in. We peddle specifically to those with the best offer, not out of greed but out of mutual benefit. We learn through life not to waste our ware, which are ourselves on those who are not worth it which is those who do not fit, as in those who cannot offer what we need (or at times want.)
We are sweet in our use of others, be as it may that some of us need to grow into the sweetness. I shall now that I do not believe a kind disposition costs the world or the self as much as a cruel one, though it should be understanding that a discerning disposition perhaps cost even less than either.
We need not use others badly, nor try to guide them blindly. Nor do we need to lie to ourselves of intentions. We exist to use, and to be used, so while I ask you to proceed with some caution because it is others you are using, do not be scared to use people, it might be the best thing you ever do for them.
The purpose of life is just that, purpose.
Our wills are malleable things at best and frail at worst.
The notion that we are not completely free absolutely in control of ourselves is abhorrent to some, nay many. Yet it is folly to assume we are. Even our own internal forces are not always under our conscious will, deeper things than our living selves move us and we would believe that we do not move each other? Oh but we do! And take joy in that, take joy in that as we are meant to be moved, meant to use and be used.
Use, such an unkind word, it has awful connotations doesn't it? We say that, use when discussing the misuse of others. But using is not taking, (or misusing for the matter) you can use kindly.
I ask that you think of us as merchants, not monsters.
We thrive to be used, all of us, like good little machines we wait to be used by the right person for the right purpose and we click and whir happily with it. At times even defining ourselves by it, and is that not what love is, to want badly to be of use to someone?
Love is a service, or perhaps the love of service but it is noble and we should not demean it because to love is to be used or at least wish to be useful.
And what is more noble than to love? This sharing of each other, trading pieces of oneself with another, borrowing from them their very being and lending back the pieces of yourself they need. Could it be the ultimate goal of our organism is this sharing, this symbiosis beyond even the will to reproduce could it be we exist to love?
Symbiotes, or merchants. We peddle our goods kindly to those who are interested and we are interested in. We peddle specifically to those with the best offer, not out of greed but out of mutual benefit. We learn through life not to waste our ware, which are ourselves on those who are not worth it which is those who do not fit, as in those who cannot offer what we need (or at times want.)
We are sweet in our use of others, be as it may that some of us need to grow into the sweetness. I shall now that I do not believe a kind disposition costs the world or the self as much as a cruel one, though it should be understanding that a discerning disposition perhaps cost even less than either.
We need not use others badly, nor try to guide them blindly. Nor do we need to lie to ourselves of intentions. We exist to use, and to be used, so while I ask you to proceed with some caution because it is others you are using, do not be scared to use people, it might be the best thing you ever do for them.
The purpose of life is just that, purpose.