Hollywood and our culture is full of proud heroes who overcome anything, proud heroes who always do the right thing, are always superior. Why is it that such a trite and boring caricature appeals to the masses?
Why is it that the masses flock at the feet of narcissists? And why do they hate and throw them down as much as they need them?
Heroes overcome misery. The heroic journey is one of passing hell and reaching the light.
It is a nation of people whose life consists of constant misery without hope. Hope and pride is the one component that they have dissociated from in themselves. Since they are unable to escape their hell, they need the heroes to at least provide them with the feeling of escape. Over and over again.
The narcissists and the masses complete each other, but both are incomplete. The masses lack pride and the narcissists lack humility. The most distinguished heroes attract the most hopelessly lost souls.
Both hate each other, envy each other for the things they lack themselves.
The narcissist, not being able to be humble, despises weakness, for he thinks he cannot have it, so no one else must allow themselves to feel what the narcissist can not allow himself to feel.
The masses, not being able to be truly proud, hate that the narcissist can. They despise the narcissist for his greatness. And yet they follow him, as they still need greatness; and since they do not think themselves able to feel greatness and exaltation, they must feel it through him. Need him to speak the words of greatness to them that they do not dare to speak to themselves, again and again.
Both are incomplete, both are pathetic, both are suffering.
It is a nation that has separated the great from the despicable, a sick nation, a pitiful nation. A nation of one-dimensional people.
It is a culture that invented the distinction between heaven and hell.
It is a culture that has split what should be a whole. The selfish and the altruistic. The good and the bad. The and the . The right and the wrong. The wise and the primitive. The sexual and the exalted. The equal and the diverse. The individual and the common. The happy and the sad. The materialistic and the spiritual. The heroic and the miserable. The cruel and the kind. The winners and the losers. The leaders and the followers. The confident and the insecure. The desirable and the pathetic. The and the weak. The alpha and the beta. The and the vapid. The clear and the confused. The male and the female. The left and the right. The everything and the nothing. The almighty and the helpless. The positive and the negative. The needy and the indifferent. The and the reject. The respected and the despised. The patient and the agitated. The violent and the peaceful. The victim and the perpetrator. The manipulator and the manipulated. The painful and the . The cold and the empathic. The truth and the lie.
The dichotomy finds a great expression in these two words: Human and inhuman. Creating a contrast that does not exist.
It is a culture that can see only in black and white. A culture of shame, of fear. A culture of caricatures. Of villains and heroes.
A nation of marionettes.
A nation of people who can not appreciate life’s, only extremes. A nation of people who resonate absolutely with one concept, only to reject another just as absolutely.
A nation of people trying to imitate each other to become each other. To become whole.
We borrow our desires from others. Far from being autonomous, our desire for a certain object is always provoked by the desire of another person — the model — for this same object. This means that the relationship between the subject and the object is not direct: there is always a triangular relationship of subject, model, and object. Through the object, one is drawn to the model, whom Girard calls the mediator: it is in fact the model who is sought. Girard calls desire “metaphysical” in the measure that, as soon as a desire is something more than a simple need or appetite, “all desire is a desire to be”, it is an aspiration, the dream of a fullness attributed to the mediator.
These characters, desiring the being of the mediator, project upon him superhuman virtues while at the same time depreciating themselves, making him a god while making themselves slaves, in the measure that the mediator is an obstacle to them.
Bateson is undoubtedly correct in believing that the effects of the double bind on the child are particularly devastating. All the grown-up voices around him, beginning with those of the father and mother (voices which, in our society at least, speak for the culture with the force of established authority) exclaim in a variety of accents, “Imitate us!” “Imitate me!” “I bear the secret of life, of true being!” The more attentive the child is to these seductive words, and the more earnestly he responds to the suggestions emanating from all sides, the more devastating will be the eventual conflicts. The child possesses no perspective that will allow him to see things as they are. He has no basis for reasoned judgements, no means of foreseeing the metamorphosis of his model into a rival. This model’s opposition reverberates in his mind like a terrible condemnation; he can only regard it as an act of excommunication.
And yet they hate what they think they can not become. So the best strategy they can come up with is to do and possess what their heroes possess, hoping that they will then feel like they think their heroes do.
The altruist finds an altruistic excuse to be selfish. The selfish person finds a selfish excuse to be altruistic.
And just like the masses can not allow themselves to refuse a suggestion or idea in order to follow their own intuition, the narcissists, the heroes, can not allow themselves to even if it is superior to their own. Both are miserable, both are incomplete.
A culture of heroes and sheep. A culture of extremes. A culture of absolutes. A culture of melodramatic bullshit. A culture without differentiation, without nuances, without finesse. A nation that swings forth between euphoria, only to keep redefining its own identity every other day. and overwhelming
Wake up. How can you without acknowledging its existence?? How can you reject the pathetic
Be whole, my friend. Or enemy. Be everything.