discouragement and lack of confidence drummed in since childhood have lost their power to persuade me otherwise.And do not kid yourselves that the triumph of commerce can conceal its appallingeffects on humanity. For you cannot resist the historical fact of life by processing it simplyinto profit and loss. Collectively, our will to live will smash the supremacy of senileeconomics.Everyone is so bored with the pleasures of survival-pleasures of a world upside-down -that we have to open up and free life's pleasures, that they may spill out everywhere. If wegive them free rein we demolish the current dominant ethic, but it will not be destroyed tillwe let desire rip. Revolution no longer lies in refusing to acquiesce and survive but intaking a delight in oneself that everyone conspires to prohibit, particularly the militants...Yet the weapon we can all use to fight the proletarianisation of body and feeling is pleasureunstinted and unopposed.Most people have lived in opposition to the flow of life. Yet it is becoming obvious thatthis perspective is now being reversed and the architects of topsy-turvy confounded. Itannounces the end of the economic era and introduces universal self-management. You canhear it in people's heartbeats, it is at the heart of present historical conditions: freedom atlast to enjoy so many pleasures. It sabotages the shopkeeper's mentality which paralyses themuscles and grates the nerves and stifles desire in the name of work and duty, compulsion,exchange, guilt, intellectual control and the will to power. By reversing my perspective, Ican distinguish between sound reasoning which ends up killing me, from my desire to live,reasoned or not. Refusing to survive is replaced by affirmation: nothing can satisfy myappetite except more life.People grow so used to fear, to murder, to contempt and hate that they become deaf towhatever in them whispers that maybe they are wrong and their attitude simply reflectswhat they loathe in their own lives. That is why they prefer drugs to suppress their despair -the illusion of instant cure keeps them going. But the canker which devours them remains.Freedom has no worse enemy than these cure-all panaceas which claim to transformsociety. For these veils of exorcist ritual simply serve to smuggle the old world back in.Lawyers for the revolution or sniffers of radical chic, whatever pedigrees these grocershave, they are our adversaries, armour-clad in neurosis, and will bear the full brunt of theviolence of those who live without restraint.I know well the wise men who denigrate survival, having in many ways been one of them. Under the cassock of that high-brow criticism moves the secular arm of far more pemicious inquisitions. But they merely project the disgust they feel at themselves towardsothers.Since the system spreads by destroying its producers and thus by destroying itself, the problem is how to avoid becoming an accessory to trade. Those who whimper in pain,unable to relax enough to enjoy themselves, give up extricating their desires out of themercantile stranglehold, and make money because they cannot make anything else. Such potential suicides are notable for the way they slag the Establishment; but however convinced they seem, they remain its lackeys to be dug back into the social midden. Theyhave grown quite used to suffering because things don't change, and have also grown torespect their neighbours' wish to leave things as they are. You cannot tell apart their funeraldirge from the old world's De Profundis."Love and friendship are just illusions," they whine, snivelling senilities of the recluse.
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