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Beware of The oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR!
David Arthur Walters
The Absurdities of Autolycus
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We should pause in our tracks from time to time, take a look over our shoulders, and
praise our fear, for fear, before all, is behind our survival. Yes, fear brings life home to
us, makes us feel alive, does it not?
Horrified at the prospect of being consumed, some folks are paralyzed in place and
become easy prey for whatever eats at them, but most people are willing to take a few
calculated risks. Indeed, some gamblers love a good challenge and will go out of their
way to find one. Adventurers often have some objective treasure in mind, yet treasure
is often just an excuse for getting out and about and making a run for it. Foolhardy
dare-devils make no bones about it: they stake their lives for intense short-term thrills.
Of course, the run-of-the-mill person would rather have a more secure existence, so
he turns to virtual threats for vicarious kicks.
The seemingly most secure man, the bug snug in a rug, is the most frightened man;
however, he is not therefore the liveliest, for he has managed to smother his native
fear and his natural livelihood with a safety blanket. Thus, when not preoccupied with
his occupation, which is all too often repetitive, redundant and stultifying, he
vicariously enjoys the threats of sports, horror shows, violent movies, bloody news
films, a home video of someone actually being eaten by a shark or someone being
mauled by a bear, and so on. And he may infrequently enjoy sublime, awesome art,
which is only sublime because the awful truth is experienced at a safe distance. The
amusements are part of his electric security blanket. They give him temporary frights,
providing him with vicarious fight or flight reactions while diverting his attention
from his utter helplessness. The electric blanket gives him a jolt, negatively
conditioning him to keep up the status quo, and also provides him with a warm
The Grim Reaper has somehow been set aside in brackets for the time being: the
victim is safe in the hands of political leaders, corporate executives, football coaches
and film directors, yet enough anxiety remains for him to maintain his status as a
productive consumer; he remains dimly aware that he has delegated his freedom to
those who are taking big risks with his life as he obediently conforms to the artificial
social system established as a precarious bulwark against the so-called laws of
evolution—particularly the survival of the fittest. His feelings struggle against himself,
but he does not struggle with the head gorillas and their charges that own and operate
the Electric Blanket & Fence Company.
Well, then, all is well, is it not? Natural selection and the brutal struggle for existence
of the Wild have been temporarily held at bay within civilization's cultivated
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compound. Peace prevails within the borders of the most highly developed nations.
But all is not as well as it might seem. The multiplication urged by the Lord when he
set Man on Earth, that is, the population explosion, may eventually bring the artificial
scheme to ruin; Malthusian stock has been in the dumps for quite awhile, but beware:
numbers do not lie; in the long run, pessimism unheeded may work to our long-term
There is yet another threat to our existence as we turn the globe into our gigantic bee
hive, a threat as pressing as the population explosion: the threat that conformity will
rob us of the individual vitality and flexibility necessary to our survival. This threat is
the source of the post-modern, pervasive fear which the obedient man smothers with
the mass illusions of security propagated by those authorities whose anachronistic
personal interests are served by continued massive obedience. In that context, the
vicarious enjoyment of violent struggles presented in the media owned and operated
by the power elite, together with massive consumption of drugs including alcohol and
nicotine, along with the constant multiplication of consumer goods and services,
dissipates animosity and deflects attention away from the exercise of the natural
individual rights hawked as formal palaver in independence declarations.
For a really frightening experience, all one has to do is see through the two-
dimensional illusions that makes conformity so graphically entertaining. But that
effort would involve a third eye or dimension of in-depth thinking, which requires the
bogged-down flatlander to revive his holy free spirit, crawl out of the media morass,
and, like an aardvark, dig his own homely burrow with enough space at the end to
turn around in--aardvarks prefer not to back out of things. Instead, it is more
convenient to let the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR dig a mass grave for us with its totally
controlled bulldozer while we sleep the sleep of the sleep-walking dead, the sort of
sleep we see in zombies lined up at the Red Pop Machine for another fix.
We have good reason for being paranoid providing we have an object to fear. Now
we have an identifiable monster, the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR. We would fear the
Power Elite, but it is not always that easy to identify its members; even if they were
identified and exiled, others would circulate into their swank chairs as the national
anthem plays on. Besides, we should feel sorry for powerful people, for the rich and
famous; indeed, we must establish a Society to Befriend the Rich and Famous; we
should do our best to free them from the anti-social alienation making us all
miserable. Forgive them, for those poor souls have been self-propagating so long they
have become victims of their own propaganda.
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No, ma'am, we do not require a reprehensible campaign of personal destruction. We
need an unnatural collective object for our demonstration. We need a "showing" or a
"warning," therefore a monstrosity to "monitor." Ideally, we need an
oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR to frighten us and bring us back to life.
How shall we recognize an oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR? Hopefully its gruesome features
will become obvious in due course. Since we are just awakening from a deep sleep, we
can only adumbrate them here. Even now the aspects are hideous enough—let us
spare children the horrid details until we gain the gall to address them. In fact, it will
behoove us to resort to hygienic abstractions as we approach the
oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR, lest we get sucked into the horrid swamp where it replicates
itself like a virus in its unwitting hosts.
Consider that, if we remain in Flatland, then any number of points less than three
destroys the triangle and leaves us either with the invisible line or merely a non-
dimensional point. We can think abstractly about these, but only after we have
experienced the visible surface. Psychological reality requires the knowing Subject as
well as the Object of knowledge, together with consciousness or the active Relation
between Subject and Object. A thinker who does not include the entire Trinity in the
Equation of Reality has created a monster. He has in fact made a monster out of
himself, a One Dimensional Man.
The oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR, sometimes mistaken for a FeNOMenalistFrEEk, not to
be confused with the MANiacalSUBjectivist, is primarily interested in the Object as
determined by impersonal systems of objective relations. Therefore the
oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR has eaten the willing Subject alive in order to be "objective."
Having cannibalized the Subject, the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR has come to believe
that objects are actually determined by systems rather than by willing subjects.
Therefore, the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR, in its zeal to become the very objects it loves,
worships the impersonal systems; impersonal because the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR no
longer thinks it is a willing subject but thinks it is an object having a curious reflexive
interest, namely its functions, as it fit into the general scheme of things like a cog in a
Nonetheless, as the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR devises its systemic schemes to
manipulate people as if they were objects instead of subjects, it is dimly aware of its
bad faith or hypocrisy. For, as anyone subordinated to its systems can see, the
oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR is really a willful subject, and a very frightened subject,
indeed. That is not to say it should go to the opposite pole and become a
MANiacalSUBjectivist. The oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR is deathly afraid of the freedom
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of the Subject. For this monster, even chaos must be predictable, as if chaos were,
oxymoronically, a system.
The oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR is a paranoid control-freak who thinks it is being
persecuted by the very objects it is manipulating, which is just the inverted aspect of
the delusion of grandeur it is completely unaware of because of the unwitting
subjection of its subjective identity to the objects in its respective systems. That is to
say, the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR is a systematic conformer to its own damned system.
Believe it or not, the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR has replicated itself in human society
and has taken command over the mental functions of hordes of people, and that
certainly bodes ill for the human race. Of course, any society is conformist to a certain
extent. Ants, termites, and bees thrive on total conformity, on blind obedience to
nature, but humans do not. We have basic needs motivating us, but self-conscious
freedom is our greatest virtue. We are each, in a sense, a born criminal: Good is
rooted in evil as it flies heavenward; moreover, our progress depends on the evil
preceding its advance.
Furthermore, our progress depends on our intentional violation of the so-called laws
of evolution as we restrict, within our cultivated garden, the struggle for existence: we
intentionally select what is good for us and weed out the rest. Yet we do not
cooperate with each other to conform to a hive-like regimen or even an ape-like
regime; we do not blindly obey the objective laws of nature. We must keep that in
mind as the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR strives to turn our society into the latest model
of a machine: conformity in itself does not serve our best interests either as
individuals or as a human society.
Our success has been in learning to voluntarily or willfully cooperate rather than to
obediently conform to some monstrous system; alas that the modern systems have
been monstrous to date, including the current pseudo-scientific mythology of social
scientists. We cooperate to obtain our selfish ends as individuals. Those selfish ends
do coincide and are, by virtue of voluntary cooperation, our highest mutual purpose.
That purpose is partially realized on Earth when Earth is treated as our common
treasury and natural space ship. Without the transcendental subjective interest, men
will destroy each other and their world for its objects.
Matter and spirit are poles of a continuum, one the prerequisite of the other, neither
having priority without the human perspective. Given that human interest, if we are to
bring heaven to Earth or raise Earth to heaven, spirit must have priority. Therefore
our supreme ideal is really a spiritual home, not a bee hive or termite mound. If we go
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inward, we can indeed go onward and upward to where no man had gone before. But
the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR has been set loose upon the world. Hence there has been
a warrant out for the arrest of each and every one of us. In absentia, we have been
tried and convicted during our flight from prosecution. The interlocking cells of
conformity are being replicated for our occupancy at this very moment.
The corporate prisons erected by the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR are being filled with
zombies, each one under the single-minded eye of his own monitor. How is this
possible? Because prison is being presented as freedom: in truth, it is a trap.
We must beware of the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR. Yet we dare not stab, stake, impale,
behead, electrocute, or lethally inject it, for that would leave the subject without an
object hence kill the patient.
Tragically, the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR has become a model for many. All one has to
do to see that oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeRS are legion is to gaze into his own broken
mirror, broken by the disunity of perspectives caused by the viral infection. Simply
getting rid of the mirror will not help: Hypocrites have already tried that to rid
themselves of guilt, and with fatal consequences.
Nowadays the oBJeCTiViSTMoNSTeR would merge Subject with objects and diffuse
the soul into infinite multiplicity. But do not despair: something can be done to avert
the monstrous attempt to collapse the Trinity into one of its moments, instead of
giving due credit to all three in One. Everyone can look into the fractured mirror and
ask: Are you all you can be? Not merely as many, but as the One in many?