On the Wings of Hope : Prose

- 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 …

We give them the meaning of their lives, Semjuel, from the very childhood we impart them “adult” views on it, depriving them of all ide creative lack of taste, all insalubrious internal slackness and laxity, all silly and ridiculous childish pleasures and delights … Already soon, Semjuel, we will inject into the brain of our future offsprings all centuries-old heaviness and power of the knowledge saved by us already shortly after their birth … they are destined to become ideal members of our incorporated and unified society, will know their predefined by us place in it almost right after their birth. We will take care of them so that they did know neither hunger, not excessive alarms as well as excitements, so that their life flew extremely measuredly and monotonously, was verified and predictable, stable … We are going to go even further and in due time will destroy all creations made by these deviants of the past, so that fatal doubt has no chance to crept into the souls of ones edified by us, so that they never experienced that ominous creative ecstasy, which in times averted some of them from the common social harmony of monotony in the past.

Certainly you understand, Semjuel, that a world in which only several thousands of individuals perform creative work, and all the rest do nothing more than stuffy consumption and spitting out into these creators all that lumps of a food spiritual ballast - that this world lacks both harmony and solvency, that a world with unified canons, norms of life, work and creative delicacy is undoubtedly much more perfect? And you are invited to participate in the building of exactly mentioned world today, if you, of course, have no desire to take the place of those few, who have recently on my memory opposed us … to die for nothing, even for a sake of something?

So, what do you say, Semjuel? Why are you keeping silence all the time? Don’t you agree with me?