Leaving The Temple

by Jake Block

“I’m free, I’m free
And freedom tastes of reality

I’m free, I’m free
And I’m waiting for you to follow me

If I told you what it takes to reach the highest high
You’d laugh and say, “Nothing’s that simple”
But you’ve been told many times before
Messiahs pointed to the door
No one had the guts to leave the temple

I’m free, I’m free
And freedom tastes of reality

I’m free, I’m free
And I’m waiting for you to follow me”

— I’m Free (The Who)

Think about the lyrics and you’ll be amazed at their simplicity and the profundity of the statement. You’ve been given the key to freedom over and over again by free thinkers and “messiahs” prayed for in the darkest hours of depravity and depression, and the door has always been unlocked. You have always been free to leave, but like the horse, freed from the burning barn, you return, slipping the chains back on your own ankles and breathing a sigh of relief. Life defiled within whatever temple is far less fearsome than the life you might have to face upon leaving it.

There are many temples in which we wear our chains. We chose our chains, and they are ours alone to bear. Chains of prejudice, chains of counterproductive pride, chains of unrequited love, chains of love under compulsion, chains of addiction, chains of willful ignorance, chains of impotent rage, chains of unjustified superiority, chains of false acceptance, chains of self denial, chains of life gone wrong and unsatisfying; all these chains and more are there for us to choose from, and all we need do is accept them from the selection offered… take several, my friends, there are always more on the forge.

Many people simply live with self imposed chains and have no idea that they could ever live any other way. When all the world around you is insane, normalcy becomes aberrant and, in contrast to the sheepish herd that follows the whims of what might once have been seen as “revolutionary,” or “counter-culture,” a revolutionary act in and of itself. Counter-culture no longer is the bugaboo that it was in the 50’s, 60s and even the 80s, as it has seen the light of day and in its over exposure, no longer carries any shock value or interest for anyone, other than those who now have to work at being “different,” in a world where they are actually as indistinct from the next rebel as kernels of corn waiting to be popped.

I consider the “and so?” factor in determining where one stands in the color bar of “revolution” and counter-culture impact. If the image you receive upon inspection of someone supposedly “different” makes you think, “and so?”, it might be time to rethink the impact they really have over the impact they wish to have.

“John smokes weed and takes drugs too.” — “And so?” Is John REALLY that much different in context with an entire swath of society as a whole?” “John thinks that everything that the government says and does is a conspiracy to keep people down.” — “And so?” Join the elite club of millions, John. There are millions in the Scandal du Jour club. “John’s pissed because he works a minimum wage job and claims that no one will hire him because he’s (fill in the blank.) — “And so?”

Now consider that, in a world where everyone is a misfit, the true misfit is the one who stands out from the herd by being capable, intelligent, ambitious and free from encumbrances that would cause people to dismiss them with the dreaded query, “And so?” Rebellion can come in many forms for many people and in a world where chains become the fashion, it can feel so liberating to wear none.

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