Monday, April 09, 2012
Well, there are anarchists and there are anarchists, I suppose; I count myself among the latter variety--I don't anticipate the kingdom of heaven here on earth in my lifetime, nor in any lifetime, although, to put more of a point on it, I don't think that anarchy promises utopia. This is a common confusion among liberal defenders of the state, that those of us who think it a bad thing imagine in its absence a peaceable kingdom of some kind. Personally, I imagine anarchy as . . . what would a liberal democrat call it? A workable system. I do not suspect that it will eliminate human frailty or avarice and so forth; I only say, perhaps the absence of vast, totalizing systems of human extraction is something to take a look at.
But back to the scene. In general--I am speaking only for myself--I find that my natural instinct, if that's the word, is to help people, to cooperate with them, and not to enter a violent berserker rage each time I approach a revolving door at the same time as someone else without an authority figure to mediate who will step through first. Since I am an arrogant, self-regarding prick, I can only assume that for much of the rest of humanity, the less emotionally crippled portion, the general inclination is to work together, even without the diktat to do so. In fact, it seems to me that when cooperation is compelled, it is generally in the service of something fundamentally evil, the pursuit of some awful corporate end, or obeying the law, or going through airport security, or registering to vote.