On The Wings of Hope : Prose

- Yes, mister Semjuel, I am addressing exactly you! What’s the, excuse me for allegorical meaning, beast, have you decided to ignore this egregious example of the infringement of the charter of our educational institution? Is it not your task to conduct and oversee the necessary moral cleanliness and respectableness, as well as spiritual easiness of our dearest students, I do wonder? Is that not your responsibility to maintain a feeling of inner universality and uniformity along with a worshipping to our supervising authority, for we do direct them into their own general welfare? Indeed, mister Semjuel, they are unique - much like each and every mote, who have found herself a haven on some ancient and unknown foliant; or like each grain of sand in a desert, each droplet in a pool, each brick in a wall, each mote in my own eye, each splinter in a hell, at the very least! How about microbes … mister Semjuel, pray tell me - after all these beings are truly unique and unrepeatable, right? They are extremely self-sufficient and have no desire to torment themselves with all those useless and unnecessary questions of the meaning of life, their own past, present and future … they even dare not ask themselves of own nature, - and look how deadly, ruthless and strong can they be in their unity! Unity as a mean to feel yourself self-sufficient, as a possibility to comprehend own “I” as a part of something greater, something whole, unshakable, unstoppable, all-destroying … That’s the essence of their unity in monotony, mister Semjuel, a steady, proved and directed by us unity. It’s a  catharsis, mister Semjuel, a true catharsis - to feel yourself a small screw or a gear in such a verified and perfect mechanism which they have been building with own hands and minds for thousands years already!

- But, comrade Directing One, whether it’s not better and more appealing to give each of our students a possibility to try groping own path, to realize their own unique potentials by using various creative gifts, given to them on birth?

- And now you are talking the language of my predecessor, mister Semjuel, - and I would like you to know that he couldn’t keep himself in my present place even for a year. And of what creative gifts are you blabbing about? Whether of those shitty writings, made by so-called scribbles of last decades? Or, perhaps, of that most soul-enraging and disturbing musical “classical” rubbish? Or, probably, these so-called “live” pictures are in your mind? Or, possibly, these foolish stone sculptures? Forget it, Semjuel, neither that, nor one thousand other way of similar individual self-expression are incapable to grant even a gram of the sensation of the power, given to ones led by us during moments of reign of their collective unconscious!

Understand, realize it already and at last, Semjuel, that if every bolt and gear in a clockwork would be their own, chosen and formed by his or her will diameters and sizes - such a mechanism couldn’t work at all as it is, Semjuel, - the time itself would stop once and for all! The system would cease working, everything would turn to be the uttermost chaos! For what purpose are you desiring this chaos of individual self-expression masochism? Our entire system of learning and education is built with a purpose of non-admission of similar excesses, Semjuel, for the purpose of total unification and standardization of individual conscious, for the purpose of polishing its facets to a state of a sparkling diamond! We help cobble-stones to feel as diamonds in a crowd of similar ones; we as true experts grind off each sharp side, each unnecessary camber, each intolerable sharpness and thus transform them into the universal, one-dimensional, esteemed and dear, respectable and shining stone! Not even a simple stone, but a real diamond, a gear, a small screw in the most perfect social mechanism.

We give them a sensation of self-requirement, public utility, Semjuel … instead of these silly and foolish feelings of own loneliness and forlornness which are formed in souls of those unreasonable that have dared to deny our skill and went own vital path. Our students are almost happy for they are almost necessary, and we have practically helped them with cultivation of this practicality. We skillfully limit numbers of them, working in different compartments of our system, different spheres … we even have almost united them with each other on the basis of mutual benefit and mutual co-work … They are interdependent and linked together, Semjuel, - but not by the will of own heart, but by criteria of extremely practically-business, economical, industrial nature … Certainly, similar unity is illusionary in nature … that’s the reason why wars are inevitable in their society …