A fascinating story about the collision of worlds.
It’s a humbling moment when you look at someone and realize that they don’t like you. “You mean I’m not really all that?”
They don’t like you, they don’t respect you… They think that you and everything you stand for are worthless.
Most of the time, of course, I just disbelieve them. Obviously, since I am all that, they are confused and mistaken about me. If I inform them correctly, everything will be swell. Right?
Right?
The other reason I was drawn to this article is the story about slavery it presents; it describes exactly what it means to be a slave to law.
From the article,
“It’s a battle of wits,” I said. The cleric laughed. “Let’s see who wins.”
The cleric laughs with confidence, because he knows the men before him are slaves, and as such, outwitting them is simple. This is not because they are stupid or slow or naive, but rather because they have a giant red button painted on them that only needs to be pushed to render them helpless. Controlling a slave is simple; you just yank his chain.
When the law says, “Jump” and you say, “How High?” you’re a slave. If you’re controlled to the point where you would kill a friend (or to a point where he genuinely believes you would) that’s a powerful bondage. Do you want to do it? No, of course not. And yet, your enemy was able, with a single word, to make you do it.
That’s slavery.