Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Our Name is PP 7-2521

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It is a sin to write this. It is a sin to think words no others think and to put them down upon a paper no others are to see. It is base and evil. It is as if we were speaking alone to no ears but our own. And we know well that there is no transgression blacker than to do or think alone. We have broken the laws. The laws say that men may not write unless the Council of Vocations bid them so. May we be forgiven!

But this is not the only sin upon us. We have committed a greater crime, and for this crime there is no name. What punishment awaits us if it be discovered we know not, for no such crime has come in the memory of men and there are no laws to provide for it.

It is dark here. The flame of the candle stands still in the air. Nothing moves in this tunnel save our hand on the paper. We are alone here under the earth. It is a fearful word, alone. The laws say that none among men may be alone, ever and at any time, for this is the great transgression and the root of all evil. But we have broken many laws. And now there is nothing here save our one body, and it is strange to see only two legs stretched on the ground, and on the wall before us the shadow of our one head.

The walls are cracked and water runs upon them in thin threads without sound, black and glistening as blood. We stole the candle from the larder of the Home of the Street Sweepers. We shall be sentenced to ten years in the Palace of Corrective Detention if it be discovered. But this matters not. It matters only that the light is precious and we should not waste it to write when we need it for that work which is our crime. Nothing matters save the work, our secret, our evil, our precious work. Still, we must also write, for--may the Council have mercy upon us!--we wish to speak for once to no ears but our own.

Our name is Equality 7-2521, as it is written on the iron bracelet which all men wear on their left wrists with their names upon it. We are twenty-one years old. We are six feet tall, and this is a burden, for there are not many men who are six feet tall. Ever have the Teachers and the Leaders pointed to us and frowned and said:

"There is evil in your bones, Equality 7-2521, for your body has grown beyond the bodies of your brothers." But we cannot change our bones nor our body.

We were born with a curse. It has always driven us to thoughts which are forbidden. It has always given us wishes which men may not wish. We know that we are evil, but there is no will in us and no power to resist it. This is our wonder and our secret fear, that we know and do not resist.

We strive to be like all our brother men, for all men must be alike. Over the portals of the Palace of the World Council, there are words cut in the marble, which we repeat to ourselves whenever we are tempted:


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From Anthem by Ayn Rand, taken from Page By Page Books.

This is the chilling introduction to a dystopian nightmare where collectivism has succeded in wiping out individuality, so much so to where people do not speak of themselves in the first-person, but the third person. The pronoun I has been lost. No individuality.

For myself, I loved the book, which is a shorty read, and, best of all it is free. [Start here if you're piqued.] I have a great amount of sympathy with her anti-collectivist mindset, but I don't offer the book to readers of this blog out of some great intellectual vision; it is merely one man pointing out to others that he found the book an enjoyable read.

None of this should be taken as a blanket endorsement of Rand the person, and especially Rand the philosopher. The PP Editorial Staff, when viewing Rand, takes the good with the bad. We too reject collectivism, but we also roll our eyes as her attempt to search for something absolute leads her to, we humbly submit, a rather dead end:

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I am done with the monster of "We," the word of serfdom, of plunder, of misery, falsehood and shame.

And now I see the face of god, and I raise this god over the earth, this god whom men have sought since men came into being, this god who will grant them joy and peace and pride.

This god, this one word:


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[Words of Equality 7-2521, From Chapter 11]

In the end, this isn't meant to be a heady post, but merely the presentation of something that PP Readerdom --- a group of beuatiful people with discriminating taste in blogs, I contend --- might find enjoyable for a quickie read.


Blogger Jason Engwer said...

PP said:

"This is the chilling introduction to a dystopian nightmare where collectivism has succeded in wiping out individuality, so much so to where people do not speak of themselves in the first-person, but the third person. The pronoun I has been lost. No individuality."

Is that why you so often speak in the third person? Is it because of your desire to be part of a collectivist society? Or did you pick it up from Bob Dole when you worked on his campaign?

Jason Engwer
New Testament Research Ministries

Tuesday, August 16, 2005 4:05:00 PM  
Blogger Pedantic Protestant said...

PP answers your first question in the negative.

PP has no desire to work in a collectivist society! PP merely ironically notes that Bro. Dr. Svendsen in true communist elitist fashion has delegated the labor to you. PP notes that RCT and Svendsen get the credit, but Engwer does all the work. PP wonders if Jason Engwer is a stealth collectivist.

Bob Dole told PP that PP had better support Bob Dole or Bob Dole would make PP's life miserable, as Bob Dole can make PP's life miserable when PP doesn't support Bob Dole! It was Bob Dole's big chance, Bob Dole now yuks it up with Bob Dole's new pal Bill Clinton!

Tuesday, August 16, 2005 5:22:00 PM  
Blogger centuri0n said...

I told you: Objectivist. You're a pawn of Randian pseudophilosophy.


Tuesday, August 16, 2005 8:53:00 PM  
Blogger c.t. said...

Great post, brother PP.

- ct

Wednesday, August 17, 2005 7:20:00 AM  
Blogger Pedantic Protestant said...

Frank, you had better stop being unmutual, lest I report you to whomever is Number Two today.

Be seeing you!

Wednesday, August 17, 2005 10:35:00 AM  
Blogger centuri0n said...

In the spirit of good manners, see my reciprocal link to you on the blog.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005 10:54:00 AM  

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