Tuesday, November 6, 2012
The Futile Passion or Battle Against Meaning (2)
Here in the United States, today is an Election Day. Sometimes it's easy to think of the United States President as the most powerful. But within any state power is relative to who and what else possesses power. For example, The United States President is not as powerful with respect to other sources of power within the United States as the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom is powerful with respect to other sources of power within the United Kingdom. The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom is the Leader of the House of Commons. Or, to make an equivalence, the House of Commons is that body of power that comprises United States Congressmen and women. These sort of comparisons omit much, and can therefore irritate. But many would argue, that when it comes to settling difference, whether worthy or unworthy, Parliament is more adept at it. And this is especially the case when divisions between political interest are more visceral than reasoning. Fortunately in the United States, the architects of her government recognized the exuberance of her youth as a flaw and designed her organs of rule accordingly. Which meant that here where I live there was never an Emperor. Though some argue, that George Washington, had he chosen too could have become one.
The alternative view of Election Day, and the one I adhere to, is that every now and then tribes gather, we shake fists at each other, make faces, dance for solace and reward, then rather than entering a killing phase, votes are cast. I say this because in my mind I have the suspicion that many of us who seek to own power are so tempted by it, there is nothing considered illegitimate in pursuit of it. Worth noting too, that for those of us who consider violent solutions to disagreement extraordinarily wasteful, Election Day should be considered 'civilizing.' Which may sound as though this first vote I have ever cast into the political arena has caused me to lapse into dementia. Nor do I believe I have completely entered the 'woo-woo' land, when I think of Election Day as absolution of past sins. Not because of its winners and losers, but because in those steps we have taken as a species along the winding road to perdition Election Day attempts to hold us to a principle that we are equal beings. A "fanciful notion," perhaps. One which quite clearly a remarkable number disagree with. And safe to say that I did not vote for a mind that adheres to an understanding which proposes that following a second coming by one or other of the Biblical Prophets, our world will be ruled for a thousand years by a bilateral relationship between Jerusalem and somewhere in Missouri. Tempted to think those who might have done, are indeed engaged in a "futile passion."