“All man-made peace is as lasting as the union first gathered. Its duration ends upon the constriction of that collection, down to the smaller units, until it becomes the individual whose mind has questioned what is. For it is that the utopia can only ever be true, when individualized. A person whose mind is not at ease will make the rest not at ease. When such occurs, the individual is either killed or exiled from the group.
Any person’s peace is their peace, not the world’s own. The world does not know peace, when it knows war. The individual becomes a dictator, when their peace becomes the world’s war.”– Modern Romanticism
Quote – “To Debunk the Collective” – 7/24/2020
“Love is the emotion intended to create wholeness (oneness) from the collective. A collective, in such a sense, is only a mere fragmented whole, being of beauty or life. Hatred would look upon the collective, and keep it as is, for it would know it to be weak.
If the Communist sides with the collective, of their regime, it is they who will resent the individual, enough to prevent the building of a whole. They’d do so, in deconstructing a population’s morale, their homes, their livelihood, in the division of wealth. A collective is the division. A collective is not a whole. An individual is a whole. An individual is the single bullet meant to destroy the regime that manipulates the pieces, being the collective.
Why would the individual fight the seeds, when it can cut the stem? Why would a Communist fight the stem when it can cut the roots?
Fear is thus the foundation to life. Beauty is a collective, broken, until love makes it whole, being from the individual.”– Modern Romanticism
Philosophy – “A Critique upon Marxism” – 6/22/2020
“No living human can see themselves, to believe the world has shaped them, without neglecting themselves without a choice. In the lack of choice, we behold ourselves responsible. To this, why not the individual see themselves the responsible one, to blatantly ascribe to be something unlike the world?”– Anonymous
Marxism will state that society and the world, are the issues of Man. It deconstructs, utilizing the methods of science to engross the world in mass change. To what change respects, it is chaos. To what union states, it is improvement. Unity resonates with no dissection of a world, for that inevitably causes the dissection of ourselves.
When we dissect what is around, the damage is reflected upon ourselves in our lives. That is because even to the child, there is our responsible self being reflected in their eyes, to what they have learned. Have we abandoned them to know on their own? And, to society and its realms, it is the same as the example of the child. What is around, is what we have either created or caused. Creation to causation. It is the two modes of the lifting that pertains to the improvement, to the dissecting that pertains to the change.
Improvement and change, they are not alike. We must bring love into this critique, to understand that “love”, by how it is defined, is the union. No dissection is under love, while no improvement is under change. Under change, there is randomness and a lack of attention. A lack of focus, means for those with material power to gain their material ground. They gain their material ground over those without attentiveness. For those who possess power over the ones with attentiveness to themselves, comprehend the population as blind. Blindness believes in what it can feel. Therefore, blindness will not ever believe in what it cannot see. Such means it will not believe in union, and will always believe in dissection.
What is change if not the transformation, of randomness, of the unexpected, of the uncontrolled, of the chaotic, of the unpredictable?
What is improvement if not the uplifting of what is weak, been abandoned out of negligence, been left for dead?
Marxism divides opinions, divides voice, until the words of a public become fainter and fainter. Does love shout? Or, is love simply boldness? We cannot deconstruct our environments, without deconstructing ourselves. We prove ourselves as the ignorant one when we look upon our creation, to see what we have caused, and never have built.
It is the bravest thing for any human to realize that they possess no choice, in a matter when they want one.