"Life's but a walking
shadow, a poor player that
struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury signifying nothing."
The word nihilism in the title of this article is not being used casually. It has a definite meaning that I will try my best to articulate. This is crucial because the meaning of this word is inseparable from my general offering on how to stop the oligarchy that plagues America and much of the rest of the world.
What I will be exploring here is a difficult and demanding subject so I will do my best to be clear and I ask in return for your focus and open-mindedness.
What I will attempt to elucidate is the psycho-neural condition of these people referred to here as oligarchs for the purpose of predicting their behavior and exploring ways of circumventing its effects. Many people at OEN and elsewhere have expressed frightened, pained bewilderment at the obvious suicidal feature of the oligarchic push for global dominance at any cost. (What could these people possibly be thinking?) Part of my purpose here is to take away some of the intimidating mystery of that puzzle. So to begin to get a grip on this I will start with a reality-picture context to see this in.
Every human being born into this world, wherever or whenever the birthing, and regardless of what the spoon in its mouth is made of, is faced with the challenge of being a mortal creature that is mysteriously divided into different aspects:
A small child is aware that somehow the pain in its toe is not exactly the same as the awareness that is perceiving and objecting to that pain. It is an alien and alienating thing and yet it is the most intimate of things. The child both is and is not that pain and the child is very glad to have a mamma or a dada who can relieve it of the disagreeable mystery of it all. Of course it doesn't know how short-lived that parental relief will be in its ongoing human journey.
An old person lying in what will be a death-bed is intensely confronted with the divisions in its own being: body parts, psychic parts, and the deep awareness that seems to somehow be outside either of these. Mysteries within mysteries that somehow add up to a 'person' who in this case happens to be 'dying'.
We have a long historical list of religions and philosophies and works of art that have tried to give a semblance of unity and coherence to the endless mystery of the brief human many-in-one existence. Some great works of art have attempted to depict the failure of meaning as a way of keeping it at bay. (Macbeth, for example, is a depiction of political nihilism hopefully functioning as reminder and warning to actual kings.) And many a strong mind has been defeated and many a deep heart has been broken on these rocks that make up what we are. History has at least as much madness and heartache as it does peace and joy. And through it all is a staggering amount of drudge mediocrity that is the simple effort to survive without even knowing exactly what for. The great meaning, if there is one, is usually somewhere around the corner - of time, or circumstance, or death. Human history has been a struggle to find meaning. Without meaning the struggle becomes simply hell. And the frequent failure of this struggle has created a deep phylogenetic fear that often rises, erupts, pustulates in the form of despair and power-lust. Power-lust is the blind desire to escape the inability to overcome mortality (human limitation) by acquiring power over other people. Power over other people is an intoxicating hallucination that blots out the terrible reality of what seems to be the absurd and hopeless powerlessness of incoherent mortality. There are people who are utterly defeated and terrorized when they look alone into the face of mortality which looks just like their own face, which is their own face. The only thing that makes this face endurable is power and the only available power is the power over other people. And one cannot get enough of this power and the name of the game becomes overdose on power. Power-Suicide. Because it isn't real power, it's just a drug that blots out reality until death (you hope) saves you from the empty incoherence of life.
Nihilism (from Latin nihil: nothing) is the conviction that human existence is innately absurd and has no possible real meaning. It essence is literally nothing. And this makes existence as the absurd something of a human being intolerable. But rather than conscious suicide which is too horrible to contemplate, the nihilist chooses the hallucination-blurred suicide of power over other people. But the goal is still suicide. This is why the oligarch doesn't care about destroying the world in the quest for power. This is a condition which warps both the psychic and physical neurological constitution of the person it possesses (I will explore this more deeply later). And it must be understood that the oligarch is always a person who feels vastly superior in intelligence to 'ordinary' people. Just like Macbeth. And what must never be forgotten is that the nihilist has already coldly dissected and taken apart the arguments that most people use to reassure themselves that life has a meaning other than that of power over other people. If you are going to debate the Devil, you better be damn sure that you really know where you are coming from because if the Devil knows that place better than you do, he will take it away from you and lay it and your hope to waste. Know yourself better than the oligarch knows you and be prepared to prove yourself.
This first part of this continuing article has this as its focal point: The first great damage that the oligarch accomplishes, and that must be seen for what it is, is that of herding people and then terrifying people out of their belief that existence as a mortal creature has any coherence or meaning apart from power. When power is King, you either have power or you obey power. The oligarch is the supreme terrorist and the goal of this terrorism is precisely NOTHING.
If the oligarch has you terrified and feeling paralyzed then the oligarch has succeeded in the first step to his/her (Macbeth and His Lady with the bloody hands) goal.
Part One is brief, but replete with points to brood on, reflect on, before Part Two plunges in