Among
libertarians the notion of a sovereign self often goes
beyond a mere realization to the point of being an
actual awakening. I won't recuse myself from being
overly dramatic about this because for me it is
dramatic. To realize, or to discover, rather, that you
have complete ownership of yourself is to finally and
fully comprehend that any form of slavery is completely
illegitimate and that you are truly a non slave. What
makes this, at least for me, more on the order of an
awakening, is that it is also a kind of self discovery.
In the same way as Socrates discovered that the higher
expression of his nature is to reason; in the same way
as Descartes brilliantly evolved man's thinking by
putting philosophy in the first person; the modern
libertarian, who discovers self ownership, at once
evolves and enlightens his own identity while
simplifying what others make ridiculously complex. Read
to me the history of economics by Spiegel, the Rise and
fall of the Roman Empire by Gibbon, the History of
civilization by Durant; start from the A's in the
library of congress and finish with the Z's and when it
is all over, one fact remains:
I own me.
You don't really
need to know anything about politics or economics to
awaken to this. All leaders, thinkers, poets, priests,
artists and iconoclasts throughout history have one
thing in common: They have not put forth a shred of
evidence to the contrary. To make this supreme
declaration of independence, to claim oneself, your
body, your mind, your spirit, means also to claim your
future, your potential, your destiny. Servants don't
serve with enthusiasm and as Emerson said "nothing great
is ever accomplished without enthusiasm". So there is
far more hope, for man's universal benefit, in the woman
who stands on the horizon of her destiny, claiming
herself and commanding her future, than there is in a
thousand compliant slaves slinking home in servitude.
And the profoundly transformative thing about this
realization, or awakening, is how it redefines our
respect and tolerance for one another. "I own me"
intuitively transfers to "you own you". We love and
respect and even celebrate our own life while renouncing
the very brutality and mass murder that the masses are
brainwashed into accepting.
Go stand in front
of a full length mirror. Look at those few cubic feet
of flesh before you. And say to yourself, "I own this.
This body, this mind; the thoughts, the effort, the
possessions that extend from it, are completely mine".
Subtract the
ownership and there is no "I" or "me". My identity is
interwoven with self ownership in the same way as "birds
fly" or "fish swim". As the bird's wings require air,
as the fish requires water to live according to his
nature so I, as a chooser, as a volitional being,
require freedom to live according to mine.
I am the People's
Republic of Me or, if you prefer, the United
States of I. My northern climes end just beneath
my crumpled hat, my southern climes end just above the
soles of my shoes. Eastward extends my left hand,
westward my right hand and my epidermical borders are
defined by a slight tan from working in the yard.
When you assert
your unmitigated right to exist as a non sacrificial
being, If anyone says to you that "it is more
complicated than that" just ask them what they're
confused about so you can help.
Because it isn't
complicated.
It comes down to
one simple, immutable, axiomatic fact that is ultimately
the one true message of tolerance, equanimity and hope
in this world:
I own me.