We have been told and we have become a part of the Great Lie. Economy has softly whispered through our mothers, our fathers, our advertising agencies, that happiness consists of the fulfillment of desire - that we desire to relax, and Television relaxes us, and that this is happiness; that we desire a hamburger, and we go to McDonalds for a hamburger, and that this is happiness; that we desire God, and in music or a sermon or communion we find God, and that this is happiness. Oh, upon this Great Lie rests our civilization, both Modern and Post-Modern! Indeed, without this noble lie, nothing but Anarchy could exist in this world. Mankind has been made docile; Mankind has been domesticated by this notion that its existence is justified in desire and fulfillment.
And indeed, how can we but believe that Science, unlocking the genome of man's mortality, raising its own Christ from the God-made tomb of Death, shall witness the flock that crucifies a second time its God-Man shepherd, bored with his one-trick show? How can we but believe that Man would kill not for immortality, but for the satisfaction of his desire for immortality? The Great Lie, once noble enough to bear God's name to a man in the throes of death, has now grown bloated and upon its fleshly obesity floats this hulking, oily mass of steel we call alternately America, Democracy, and Freedom.
It is high time we gave over and let the lie devour itself. That's all it has ever wanted, anyway. That's all that Capitalism has ever been - a man begins by making money and using money to fulfill his desires; he is a capitalist when he uses that money to make more money to fulfill his desires. The Beast has begun to devour itself, and will continue to devour itself until there remains nothing but an open mouth, money made to make money to make money to make money... A man? No, a mouth, and Capitalism perversely fulfilled in the desire to desire to desire to desire...
How can we save the man that chooses so to be married to the number of the Beast? All we can save is ourselves. The only choice we can conscionably make is the choice of and for and to ourselves; the choice to fight in one's self the Great Lie that says "I want" or even "I will." Let our happiness nevermore be in what we desire from the world or from our lives, but in that which we are given in this world and in this life.
And this, my friends, may well be the hardest and heaviest of burdens - to want, to desire, nothing but what is, and to want and desire fully what is; to say to desire itself "I will not fulfill you, but Life may, and if it does, I will rejoice and give thanks that Life has done so, and if not, I will rejoice and give thanks that Life has not done so."
To The Divine Author of Life, let me but say in joy, "Father, into your hands I commend my spirit."
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