Sometimes I think she is still in her ivory tower still. My friend, let’s call her Aphrodite, I think, still lives in her cocoon. She does not see the world at large. She sees strife in the barren lands of Palestine but fails to see the barren hearts of her own people. She thinks herself broad but is too narrowed by the path laid out before her. She is fueled the lofty ideals of a revolution and start from the bottom that she fails to see the contamination of her own kind.
The failure, of course, lies, in her one sided idealism, one solution a path she thinks will work, lined out by the bygones of yesterday, that one needs to start from the individual then family then masyarakat in order to further spread out into a nation of Islam. (I believe this is impossible, but who knows). No, I am not discarding history. Nor am I trying to cross out the methods or character of the sahabah (the friends of the prophet). I only think her old. One needs to learn, to build a nation from the view of the society in which he lives in. In the context.
That is why I advocate a certain sort of heroism, an extraordinary figure that gives birth toward progress, a prophet in his time, in order to give flame towards whatever it is that they are trying to achieve. I have no interest in politics, the grime and office smells associated with it disgusts me, and the eloquence I have not. I am the intp, the abstract thinker (lol). The eternal dabbler. I leave that sort of Adam Smith Marx ism masturbation to men and their boring endeavour towards power. My only interest is in people, and ensuring they are in their best possible condition to receive knowledge. I do not like to see ignorance, general stupidity, or the making of an idiot incapable to think for himself. In fact, it might be the sole reason why I hate people so much. I am to lay foundation for them, because, like Plato (or was it from Aristotle?), I believe philosophers should rule the earth. Not everyone is conditioned enough to be, I don’t know, an ‘individual muslim’ according to the outline given by this group I’m somewhat joining. (Usrah y’all). They are too aimed and hence maimed, for they are sheep themselves. Or maybe I read too much/corrupted to forever be in a disagreeable state to them. It’s the battle of individualism versus organisation. The authority and the individual. Who moves?
And this is the conflict between Aphrodite and I. I suppose Aphrodite means woman, I must check that out later. On second thought she doesn’t deserve that. Let’s just call her A. No one is ever deserving of titles these past years i have given up.
She simply believes you should start slowly from the bottom and work your way upwards. Well I myself believe, in this populated day and age, in this social context, we simply have no time for such things. One must emerge from the rubble and dictate what needs to be done. And let this person be a Gandhi, and be a martyr if it be necessary, so that the fire burns wildly. That is how everything starts, anyway. Tragedy. Then an upheaval. One simply must be shook with an earthquake that shivers down to the bone in order to wake up. Not slowly, but surely. But like a rabid dog, chasing away the aloof in order to make order for the new. At least, initially. Then one may start defining the individual if they may.
Okay, at least a team of individuals. One may get carried away too much at times. I might be wrong. Goodbye. Maybe I should read more sociology. Russell. Shariati. The al Attas brothers? Hussein first. My neighbour next door back home is their little niece and congregate every month or so. I am full of resources. Yet this is not my specialty, or what I am ordained (by the university, at least) to be. Maybe when I have favourable time.
For now, we read Virginia Woolf and then study.
Life assails us continually.
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