Witnessing the Larger Purpose
...There
are others, however, and I would proudly count myself amongst them, who would
say that the leader is passionately committed to a cause which is larger than
herself, a greater purpose, a historical project, a general, social unfolding
which transcends the particular social action whilst including the particular
social action (her own subjective, personal, human action), and is passionately
committed to generalising her passionate commitment to the cause of social
equality towards full human flourishing.
Consider
Bertrand Russell’s prescription in times of war (first published
1916), which contains the privileging of the ideal relation of the unfolding
dialectical historical practice:
If life is to be fully human, it must serve some end, which seems,
in some sense outside of human life, some end which is impersonal and above
mankind, such as God or truth or beauty.
Those who are to begin the regeneration of the world must face
loneliness, opposition, poverty, obloquy. They must be able to live by truth
and love, with a rational, unconquerable hope; they must be honest and wise,
fearless and guided by a consistent purpose.
As
Marx argues in The German Ideology: ‘circumstances make
men just as much as men make circumstances’. Each finds herself in particular
spatio-temporally located conditions in accordance with which she must engage
in the work of regeneration. Russell concurs, albeit from a more
liberal, mystical perspective:
What we have to do practically is different for each one of us,
according to our capacities and opportunities. But if we have the life of the
spirit within us, what we must do and what we must avoid will become apparent
to us.
Bertrand Russell and the Larger Purpose
But.....
I don't believe in leaders
I don’t believe in causes
I don't believe in truth
I don't believe in Russell
I don’t believe in causes
I don't believe in truth
I don't believe in Russell
I don’t believe in Christmas
I don’t believe in holidays
I don’t believe in X-Factor
I don’t believe in Strictly
I don’t believe in Dad
I don’t believe in theory
I don’t believe in Sport
I don’t believe in Jesus
I don’t believe in Krishna
I don’t believe in Marx
I don’t believe in Gandhi
I don’t believe in fitness
I don’t believe in children
I don’t believe in sex
I don’t believe in banks
I don’t believe in America
I don’t believe in China
I don’t believe in Royals
I don’t believe in war
I don’t believe in love
I don’t believe in family
I don’t believe in animals
I don’t believe in medicine
I don’t believe in parties
I don’t believe in struggle
I don’t believe in teachers
I don’t believe in machines
I don’t believe in nature
And for a moment,
The boy who is nothing
Sits on the white square
Of a re-folded universe,
And with a pop
He is gone.
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