The Land with no Towers

Men are imploding. They implode every morning under their unmade beds in the attempt of finding the socks of the night before. They implode into the tangled net of incomprehension that keeps human relations tied up in a sort of communicational isolation. They implode for the marriage they didn’t want, the job they didn’t aspire for, the life they weren’t hoping for.

The real modern battle is within the universe of frustrations everyone contributes to sustain. Men speak different languages so they cannot understand each other. Their cities are towers of Babel within which everyone is a foreigner amongst other strangers. Everyone against everyone. A war that is the expression of men’s incapability of building a fair system of cohabitation, common participation and social justice.

In the background of this war, men await the salvific intervention of a modern Messiah. A Prophet who can give them a unifying system of political coexistence. The Dictator-King is the translator of this final attempt of establishing a unifying system of social interaction. The Dictator establishes his system as the only possible one. His people speak the same language and think the same. The Tower of Babel is, finally, pulled down. Nevertheless, a new Tower is built: one even taller and stronger. It is the Dictator’s Tower from which he stays above all. He decides what is good and bad, what allowed and not. In the land of the Dictator-King there is no room for differences or dissonances. They all sing the same song.

Although men can now understand each other, they cannot truly speak for themselves. The Dictator’s Tower, in fact, displays a flight from the crowding out of diversity. Everything is to be the manifestation of the centrally-imposed ideology.

Men are obedient soldiers, but rebels too. One day, in fact, a new song will be sung and a new voice will be heard. That voice will be soon a chorus and the Tower of the Dictator-King will implode under the sound of his own bombs. Men will be free of being what they are, respected in their own distinctiveness yet within a system of active cooperation. In the cooperation they will find a way of escaping the domination of a man over many. Everyone will have a say in what matters and minorities will be preserved and promoted. This is the Land with no Towers, where men are free individuals. Towers will be no longer built and Prophets will be no longer trusted.

[article written for 'The Groucho Tendency']