The Sword

The sword can make people do many things.

For fear of death, people will be coerced into all kinds of action, since they value few things above their own life.

The sword can persuade entire peoples to vacate cities.

The sword can persuade people to offer up all their possessions.

The sword can persuade people to do heinous things – to steal, to lie, and even to kill their fellow man.

The sword can persuade people to do great things – to act justly to their neighbour, to follow good laws and customs, to adhere to peace and order.

The sword can persuade people to walk where you tell them to walk.

The sword can persuade people to speak how you speak.

The sword can persuade people to pray how you pray

To kneel how you kneel

To bow to whom you bow to

To preach what you preach

But the sword can never convince people to believe what you believe.

For a person’s beliefs exist within the sanctity of their own mind, and may not be effectually touched by blade or bullet. The enforcement of doctrine has not been entrusted to war, nor to legislation, but is reserved solely to the office of discourse.

Tears of Tyrants: letter to a postmodern world

Let us teach our people that there is no God.

Let us teach our people that they were not made with intention or purpose.

Let us teach our people that their actions will not ultimately be judged.

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Let us teach our people that there is no such thing as truth; that there is no right way.

Let us teach our people that they should believe any doctrine, except for the doctrine of objectivity, so long as it makes them happy.

Let us teach our people to let the self reign supreme.

Let us be our own dictators over truth.

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Let us then be shocked and disgusted when individuals refuse to behave according to our moral principles.

And let us panic as we find ourselves powerless to convince them into obedience.

Let us shout out words of which we have stripped all meaning and power.

Let us compose arguments with no atmosphere through which to transmit them.

Let chaos silently sweep the nations as we observe at a helpless distance, locked inside our vacuous void, having successfully removed the possibility of human connection.

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Let, then, our blood boil with anger as we strike down our enemy.

Let us lock him up for his crimes against us,

And weep tears of tyrants.