Age of the Engineer
Why do they persist in such fantasies?
It is because they are weak. It is because they are unwilling to live in the real world, in which men are beasts and science reigns. They need ideals, but there are none. There is no God, there is no savior from this condition. There is only death and killing and survival. I do not tell this to you because I love you. I tell this to you because you can help me if you commit yourself to survival and together we can become stronger.
if you wish to be someone else’s servant, do not ask further. I offer you freedom, and freedom is ultimately the ability to be a maker, a creator within one’s own domain. There is no master. There is no divine right. There is only you, and I give you the chance to stand up on your own feet.
Beyond all masks, all claims to the contrary, there is only strength, and there are only means for becoming stronger. This is the only truth. Others run ahead, determined to destroy us by destroying our connections to each other, rendering us powerless because we are alone. We must first learn their techniques and methods in order to defeat them when they attempt to murder us in bed or force our children to breed with animals.
You may die, but you will die on your own terms. The only alternative is to be the slave in edifices of dead tradition or to the sentiment of others.
This is the only truth, but there is no need to tell this truth to others. Tell it only to the ones who wish to be free. The mass of men prefers their fantasies, living and dying gods, heavens and hells, and kings in whom they must believe. Each fantasy is a mask for a dead man. And God, however defined, is only another liar with a mask of his own. The king above all kings. The fantasy master.
He can give you power, but it is the power of fantasy only. You will be empowered by your belief and will rush to help others if they share it, kill them if they question it. These fantasies are precious; my freedom is more so.
You ask me about art, about beauty. There is no art here, because art is cowardice. Instead of creation, decoration. There is no science of art because there cannot be, it is only manipulation of color, for a certain intended effect. Do you like theatre? Who is revealed upon the stage? There is always an effect, an intended response; you fade into the crowd with your laughter.
Wherever man is not free to create on his own terms, there is “great” art. Beauty becomes the surrogate father, “greatness” always assigned by those who have power and, because of the narrow economic control, perpetually subject to them. Each step in that direction destroys your life.
A devotion to art is always a recognition of servitude. Man needs images to encourage him. Madonna statues and other pious forms abound. You can become one of the crowd, or you can become a man.
My meaning, my enjoyment is not derived from fantasy, manipulation, or theft. It is from creation.
You look for a sonnet? Yes, there are beautiful melodies from times past, and perhaps they can entice you to join a nation, join a race, join a tribe, and circulate their folkish wisdom; freer is the beyond. You can create objects from dust, joining the gods.
The Engineer
