Ayn Rand’s main characters all had one thing in common, the true absence of guilt.
I first discovered the genius of her writing back in the ’80s. Since then, I’ve often wondered why she chose to single out ‘guilt’ as the one human trait to dissolve. Her philosophical system, objectivism, was somewhat centered around the removal of it.
Why not greed, lust or any of the other vices? Like I said, I didn’t understand her reasoning back then, but I’ve come to understand it much better now. Over the years, I’ve watched real-life examples play out the very roles she described in her writings.
Producers, Destroyers and everyone else.
I could write for days about objectivism, but that’s not really what I’m about. No. I’m more concerned at the moment with what’s tearing our world apart and just how to deal with it.
I will add this: Producers are the heroes; those individuals we should all strive to be. Destroyers are the villain’s; always found in groups, the kind of groups that want to tear down society. Lastly, the Destroyers hate the Producers most of all.
So, that leaves us with.. all the rest.
I’ve been watching the zombies go about their daily routines. I try to keep a steady eye on them as much as possible, lest they begin to swarm. Believe me, it happens more often than you might expect.
How to spot a zombie? Good question.
Wonderfully plain, the zombies all tend to be, even at this time of year. Well, perhaps ‘plain‘ isn’t exactly the right word. More like mundane, unthinking. Herd-minded. Mayhaps, it would be easier to describe them by what they do, rather than what they look like or believe in.
Trances. They tend to graze on the open fields, but always in groups and there’s a certain ‘trace’ about them. Every damned one of them seems lost, carefully cocooned deep within their own shell, holding on fast and furious to their beloved pretend world.
They live out what’s left of their pitiful lives in little zombie trances. Harsh, I know. It’s a gut punch, for sure but the more I study them, the less I want to be like them. Does that make sense? I’m not trying to be mean, but there’s no other way to put it.
I detest groups, and groups of zombie’s most of all.
Furthermore, I’m done with guilt.
I’m trying really hard to dampen my empathy. I find that with each new day, I aspire a little more to become just as guiltless, as callous, as those heroes in Rand’s books. I don’t want empathy to cloud my perspective of what’s about to happen.
If there were a safe haven, some isolated place to go, a wood between worlds, I’d go there. I have no doubt that if a Galt’s Gulch were truly made available, you’d never hear from me again.
But we live in the real world, don’t we? And that’s become such a parody as of late. I can’t help but laugh at it, in all honesty. There are so few of us left now. So few who are still able to breathe in the clean air without some face covering.
Do zombies even remember what that was like, to breathe in without a muzzle? I’m being serious. I see them wandering around outside with masks on.
Also, it’s a scary thing, trying to engage zombies in conversation now, especially about mask wearing. They only seem able to recite mainstream media talking points. It’s like the power that once resided in actual thoughts, in those real attempts at using or understanding simple logic, have all but failed them now.
Evening is approaching us on all fours. We can move about freely in the daylight, but after the darkness falls, well, it’s too dangerous.
You get me?
Have a glorious day, be wary of masked zombie hoards.
-I am Crandew