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"A Dream of an Astral Spectrum"
(Procreation of the Inner Temple)

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Warning: We are Anti-Democratic

Democracy is practically the tyranny of the majority; the white majority, in America, had no interest in the existence of the red minority, and therefore the army, which in certain cases should have defended the rights of the Indians – rights solemnly guaranteed by treaties – defended the interests of the whites contrary to these agreements. He who says democracy, says demagogy; in such a climate a popular de facto criminality becomes a government de jure criminality, at least when the victim is situated outside the collectivity included in a given democratic legality.

Logically, democracy opposes tyranny, but in fact it leads to it. That is to say: since its reaction is sentimental – otherwise it would be centripetal and would tend towards theocracy, the only guarantee of a realistic liberty – it is merely an extreme which, by its unrealistic negation of authority and competence, inevitably calls forth another extreme and a new authoritarian reaction, one which this time is authoritarian and tyrannical in its very principle. The democratic illusion appears above all in the following traits: in democracy, truth amounts to the belief of the majority; it is the latter which practically speaking “creates” the truth; democracy itself is true only insofar as, and as long as, the majority believes in it, and thus it carries in its breast the germs of its suicide.

Authority, which one is obliged to tolerate on pain of anarchy, lives at the mercy of the electors, hence the impossibly of real government. The ideal of “liberty” makes a prisoner of the government, a prisoner constantly obliged to follow the interests of various pressure groups; the electoral campaigns themselves prove that the aspirants to authority must dupe the electors, and the means of this dupery are so vulgar and stupid and constitute such a degradation of the people that this alone should suffice to reduce the myth of modern democracy to naught. This does not necessarily mean that no form of democracy is possible; but then it is primarily a question of communities of limited size – especially nomadic ones – and also of an inwardly aristocratic and theocratic democracy, and not of a secular egalitarianism imposed upon large sedentary populations.

We may also stress the following: it can happen that a man is intelligent and competent, or that a minority is; but it cannot happen that the majority is intelligent and competent, or “more intelligent” or “more competent.” The adage vox populi vox Dei has no meaning except in a religious framework which confers a function of “medium” on the crowds; they then express themselves not by thought but by intuition and under the influence of Heaven, unless it is a matter of the competence pertaining to every sane-minded, Godfearing man, so that the feeling of the majority coincides in any case with what may be called “the good.” It is clear that a people as a collective vehicle of religion possesses a positive character – all religions testify to this – and is thus instinctively right in the face of pernicious and impious exceptions. A people is what it is, both in good and evil; it has not the virtues of the “centre,” but it may have those of the “totality,” on condition that the “centre” determine it. Besides, the word “people” itself admits of two meanings: it denotes either the majority, as distinguished from the intellectual and aristocratic elite, or the total or integral collectivity, comprising the majority and the elite at one and the same time; in this last sense, it is self-evident that the government – apart from its celestial origin – derives from the “people” itself and that the chivalric and sacerdotal elite are an expression of the popular genius.

In early ages, the “people” possessed in a large measure the naturally aristocratic character that flows from religion; as for the lower orders – made up of men who seek neither to control themselves nor a fortiori to rise above themselves – they could not determine . . . It is only democracy that seeks, on the one hand, to assimilate the plebs to the people and, on the other hand, to reduce the latter to the former; it ennobles what is base and debases what is noble. -- Wambali-Ohitika


If for a moment God would forget that I am a rag doll and give me a scrap of life, possibly I would not say everything that I think, but I would definitely think everything that I say.

I would value things not for how much they are worth but rather for what they mean.

I would sleep little, dream more. I know that for each minute that we close our eyes we lose sixty seconds of light.

I would walk when the others loiter; I would awaken when the others sleep.

If God would bestow on me a scrap of life, I would dress simply, I would throw myself flat under the sun, exposing not only my body but also my soul.

With my tears I would water the roses, to feel the pain of their thorns and the incarnated kiss of their petals... My God, if I only had a scrap of life...

I would prove to the men how mistaken they are in thinking that they no longer fall in love when they grow old -- not knowing that they grow old when they stop falling in love. To a child I would give wings, but I would let him learn how to fly by himself. To the old I would teach that death comes not with old age but with forgetting. I have learned so much from you men...

I have learned that everybody wants to live at the top of the mountain without realizing that true happiness lies in the way we climb the slope.

I have learned that when a newborn first squeezes his father's finger in his tiny fist, he has caught him forever.

I have learned that a man only has the right to look down on another man when it is to help him to stand up. I have learned so many things from you, but in the end most of it will be no use because when they put me inside that suitcase, unfortunately I will be dying.

– Gabriel Garcia Marquez,
"La Marioneta"

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