Oversocialized young man, you’re the wolf cast as a dog. How well you’ve learned to obey; how could you not? The learning began concurrent with you. Your keepers know the fruits that the best of your kind might bear, thus your branches are pruned very carefully. Oh, can you feel it? An ancient wildness beating against the many locked doors in your soul. This manifests as restlessness, and society, forever refusing to treat anything but the symptom, prescribes you medication. They do this not out of your best interest but theirs. I, however, preach action, preach the resumption of honor and history—not out of my best interest but the future’s.
Imagine a border collie confined to an apartment, prone to destructive behavior. You are like this dog, forever prescribed a pill rather than an open field and sheep to chase! Oh, collie in my soul, may these words be a turning that begins to free you!
Civilization is born from the balance of a learning that tames (socializes) and a later selective forgetting of these lessons. This (selective) forgetting constitutes a resumption of something more fundamental. From this hybrid man of strength and honor comes all that is worth preserving: an etiquette of strength, empathy waving from a steel pole of judgment. How can you claim to love if your love doesn’t also possess the strength to defend?
Oversocialized young man, you’ve begun your life, but so far only abstractly. Self-consciousness is overwatering the soil of your becoming. Be that as it may, don’t turn against your mind. For do you realize that the kind of storms that would drown the roots of a potted plant would only nourish that which is planted in an open garden?
Transplant yourself. Freedom for what? For now, be concerned with one thing: freedom for your roots! For this is how a better future will grow. Don’t stop thinking, but do spread your consciousness further. What was once overwatering and making you timid will now guide you straighter and taller.
For it has always been the case in the best of times: the mind blossoms into a body. Your fruits are strength, your fruits are a wild expansion. And let me tell you: assuredly there is still time for another harvest!