Imagination is the greatest enemy of a fascist ruler. A ruler who deems what is worthwhile. To imagine a world built in the common is to imagine a world not ruled by a diktat. If we must imagine such a world, we must accept it will be opposed by those who have created a system which opposes deviations. Deviation to the norm which the ruler considers normal.
And yet deviation is natural. You can decimate entire armies of rebellion, yet there will always be another, inspired by the human tenacity to thrive outside of structures. Created within humanity and yet perceived to be outside of it. There is no possibility which renders this impossible. The world will always be in the grasp of the common but the ruler will always deem it too unworthy of scrutiny. The common will rise, again and again, until the end of tyranny is brought about by the faceless, nameless beings of this earth.
To imagine a world built in the common is to exalt a pedestrian life as destiny. A life which may not create any extraordinary meaning, still exists and creates life through being itself. A world in the common that doesn’t try to rise above, to evolve through only destruction. A world where love and togetherness are not viewed as weaknesses which control a man’s desires, but cherished as gifts which enable us to be.
What is this enemy of the common that deems all that is unworthy, the stoic rejection of sensation, the acceptance of submission to the other?
Who is this enemy of the common who creates meaning through borrowed words of wisdom, yet rejects living through reality, experience and duality?
Where is the enemy of the common holding the tools of influence over the many, not succeptible to questioning, wielding it’s stand as if by a force?
The ruler doesn’t question itself in its morality. A constructed idea of its own freedom, enabled by its own passivity, takes it away from the common. The vulnerability of mortality, the indistinguished nature of existence beneath its demeanor.
To imagine a world in the common, is to imagine a world without rulers. And for those who fight against their tyranny will be consumed whole by a fantasy which has never been lived, thus can not be imagined by a tyrant.
Imagination is the only crime in the halls of this ruler. There is no justice in the eyes of this tyrant who believes their righteousness in the end of elegance of humanity through unfeeling. The judgements of the ruler is par that of the other, of any other, for knowledge is not within any other’s reach.
Therefore the ruler commands the respect of its subjects, for it believes in certainty only when it dictates it. All it negates in its wake are the lives it adjudges unworthy. The experiences it discounts as important. The beauty it can not fathom, can never be. Impossible, is the perception of a world it can no foresee. Unbelievable is the end of a rule where its self is not pertinent.
The common is built not on proclivity, but on happenstance. Not on rules of honor and legacy, but on the acquisition of a natural possession, brought about by uncertain destiny. The common is built not on the assumptions of its enemies, but on the belief of its occupants. On charity and value made from soft, ephemeral trysts with each other. The common is built from hands too weak and too gifted simultaneously.
Perceptions can not outlive reality. Agreements can not negate the truth. What has been written will be repeated a countless times again.
The meek shall inherit the earth. The unnamed have built our world.