When I am pushed to the edge of the abyss, I sometimes (many times) go to my beloved books for sessions of reflection and contemplation—my own little dialectical sessions that I often have with my Self. Today I read Plato’s Crito and Rousseau’sOn the Social Contract—two essential texts in the study of government, politics and society. You know how I feel about that no good bastard Plato, but he is indeed essential. Rousseau is necessary as well, and interesting in some ways. A few lines from Rousseau that you might enjoy:
“It is impossible to live at peace with those we regard as damned; to love them would be to hate God who punishes them: we positively must either reclaim or torment them!”
Surely what the “good and just” in positions of power have chosen to do is self-evident: torment at all cost. Some good news: Hank—in all of his exceedingly loud and boisterous glory—just came on the section. He was moved from Death Watch over here because he just received a stay of execution. Happiness. I also just heard that several guys I’ve known for at least 8 years received execution dates. Sadness. Some awesome custom art postcards from compañera S, one with a painting of Schopenhauer and Nietzsche on it! Light.
My existence is filled with an ever-changing, ever-morphing maelstrom of emotion and experience—but I live, I breathe, I overcome, I create… In this wretched Orwellian Hell where I’ve carved out my own little place of love and struggle, of life and beauty…
From the depths of isolation
In the Polunsky Death Camp