Warning: This post is going to be harsh and offensive. If you're disinterested in raw emotions coupled with stinging invectives, stop reading now. If you can keep a dispassionate view and recognise this entry as what it is--an explosion of stressful feelings not directed at anyone in particular--then keep reading.
Who are the slaves among us?
These passive souls lack the courage to block the passage of those who would purposefully dominate them. They can't--sometimes won't-- see their own personal sovereignty as a human being, a member of the natural world. They kowtow to the masters for fear of being ruled too harshly; as if by cowering blindly under a self-proclaimed dominator their life will go easier for them; as if by denying the freedom inherent to their existence they will be able to gain the approval of those who seat themselves in places of authority. They are willlingly blind, purposefully silent, self-abnegating, falsely humble, arrogantly immoral about their own self-worth, given to humourless self-deprecation, and easy to turn against their own kind. They are sickly, weak, tepid personalities forced ever deeper into their own concentric shells by the force of their own untamed illusions and the violent machinations of those who presume the place of a master.
But the master doesn't need to be a maniacal fuckwit stamping about the earth in some sophisticated temper-tantrum; he doesn't have to be the person who gains his titular superiority by seeing how many people he can manipulate into bending over. He can give those things up for a more reasonable, more mindful way of being. He can change his negative self-limitations into positive self-sovereignty.
Similarly, the slave doesn't have to be a slave. The alternative is blindingly simple: he can choose to be free. He can shed his snake-oiled false humility, straighten his shoulders and recognise that he belongs: he belongs inherently to a class of creatures that have a unique freedom. Why should anyone, let alone a slave, limit himself by his own preconceptions of useless servility? Why serve something "greater" while touting the contradictory message that you are "unique"? Doesn't that uniqueness assume the greater? Doesn't being unique mean, definitionally, that you are greater? What can be greater than the singular essence of your unique self? There has never been a you before you, and there never will be another you after you: that makes you the "greatest," doesn't it?
If you fit the abject cowardliness of the modern slave, if you understand that your limitations are self-imposed (e.g., you can't do such-and-such because you haven't gone to university to get your letters), if you're the person who sneers at mainstream social impositions (e.g., getting an English degree to prove you can refer to others who write well), then bloody-well get off your ass and start doing it! You don't need to modify your desires, your ambitions, your passions, to fit anyone else's expectations of how you should be. Stop listening to the message of the masters, the slave-drivers. See your uniqueness as your evidence of your sovereignty.