How can a man or woman be genuinely themselves when politicians fashion so much of their lives?
Leave the path to a single leader — benevolent dictator or brutal overlord — and he can’t possibly have all the answers.
So we turn to what we presume is superior: committees of legislators, majorities, supermajorities, executives. Consensus required.
What begins as ten thousand possible lives is whittled down to what can pass a vote—what is politically viable after compromise and deal-making.
The result? Human existence framed not by what is natural and peaceful, but by what survives the legislative gauntlet.
We rightly call overt restrictions oppressive: bans on speech, assembly, religion.
But subtler oppressions turn infinite natural outcomes into a narrowed handful—commanded, controlled, possessed until death. These crimes against the natural order pass unnoticed, as if formed alongside time and space itself.
Those in authority distrust the things they cannot comprehend, the forces that extend…
