The Fragmentation of the Anarchists

After a while, the believers and liberators, the Anarchists, became divided and fragmented. Many lost sight of their hopes and dreams, and many more were to never discover them. And soon, Anarchists became a legend from the past, a faltering remnant stumbling along aimlessly.

Now, once again, the numbers are growing, and the forces of the oppressors are feeling our return with growing alacrity. But the fragmentations of the past have irrevocably caused divisions amongst our own ranks, so that we even go so far as to oppress ourselves through means of conflicting routes to our dream.

A multitude of anarchists call for violence, called for insurrection against the oppressors whose numbers are pulling from the ranks of the oppressed with alarming speed. While the Anarchists slumbered and some were waiting to be resurrected, the oppressors were learning from their past mistakes and using this newfound malicious wisdom to prevent anyone from escaping their grasp…

Another multitude, just as strong, demanded non-violence and pacifism to combat the ranks of the oppressors, believing very strongly that the oppressed would simply fear the Anarchists if they were violent and flock more strongly into the arms of the oppressors, never to leave. While the Anarchists slumbered, new lessons were learned about ways to combat the oppressors, ways which would not turn away the oppressed and would lessen the casualties among the liberators and oppressed alike.

But in their foolishness, both the insurrectionary and the pacifistic anarchists were emulating the ways of the oppressors, falling in for their traps, and allowing themselves to become intimate oppressors of those who were their brothers, sisters, and comrades!

And from this point in history we come to our present day, where the visions of Anarchism have so divided our ranks that nothing notable is being achieved. While we quibble about the fine points of acceptability, billions upon billions are falling into the hands oppressors, or descending into their ranks, instead of doing something meaningful about it!

We must stop bickering amongst ourselves.

Many have claimed themselves into the ranks of Anarchists who wish no more to harm and destroy, to cause chaos and destruction for the sake of it. First we must unite in our positive vision and allow the oppressed to see that our vision of the future is not chaos, but peace and progression toward the ever illusive Utopia. We must educate people to see what the true vision is, so that the falsehoods cried out by the false-Anarchists will be rejected by Anarchists and Oppressed alike, and we may possibly heal the hearts of the false-Anarchists and bring them into our fold as vigorous and healthy brothers, sisters, and comrades!

Once we have combated the confusion sewn into our ranks, we must next unite, vigorously and wholly! All methods, all tactics are useful, especially when applied both in the appropriate contexts and by people who believe in it themselves. All beliefs and values are useful, so long as they all bring us to the same end, so long as they are honestly and truly believed without malice. The advantages to this are so numerous, so enormous, that to not do it would be idiocy. It would first announce to the world that even though we are comrades, we are still individuals! We still hold our own beliefs, values, experiences, we are still ourselves independent from the others, and those that join us would not have to sacrifice themselves for an ideal, like the religions and nations of the world constantly force them to. Uniting in this manner would also sew seeds of confusion into the enemy and force them to use discretion and conscience when fighting against us. They gain nothing by firing into the ranks of pacifists, where they also gain nothing by bringing nothing but shields against insurrectionaries. Thus, if they use violence against the pacifists in some effort to rule with an iron fist, they will lose their oppressed and strengthen our ranks. Simultaneously, if they see we, as a group of individuals, are so devoted that we are willing to put our lives on the line to further our future, can hold our own and are actually doing something meaningful and real, we will gain even more. And by uniting ourselves, we don’t exclude anybody on the spectrum of violence and non-violence, making it possible to achieve our dream where no person is a slave anywhere on earth!

So, comrades, whether it be to arms or otherwise, let us stand together! Let not the fragmentations of the past nor the seeds of confusion which the oppressors sew break us apart, nor separate our embrace. Let us fight in whatever way we choose while still loving our brothers, sisters, and comrades in Anarchism, so that one day we can live and love freely and none shall bow in servitude ever again!

Making Life

No. This does not, in this case, mean making babies. As wonderful as the act of sex may be, I am not proposing that we start having it all the time (though it's not a bad idea).

This means taking aspects of our life and making them voluntary.

Think about it.

What if the classic workplace with cubicles was something entirely different, an event of sorts, created and participated in voluntarily as an amusement. People would walk in and look at the (volunteer, randomly appearing) actors, wondering how peculiar it must be. Maybe they'd even sit down and try it out of curiosity, spontaneously becoming actors themselves. Spitball wars and the like would ensue, and each day in the cubicle offices would be created.

Or maybe you take a section of the city and install secret doors and rooms, set up fog machines and put controls on the lights so you can set how bright or dim it is. You put boards or bridges between the rooftops and have people running around at all hours acting as villians (popping out and scaring people, chasing you, etc.) or victims (running away, etc.). People could be constant actors or spontaneous actors, and the entire situation would be constructed.


What I propose we do is create entire districts of cities, with permission or without, that are like giant, constant scenes. You could have gloomy districts, crazy colorful districts (like you're walking through a real-life acid trip), districts with secret rooms, doors, buildings, tunnels, labyrinths, districts with moving walls and buildings, and whatever else the mind can come up with. Instead of creating a haunted house or a psychedelic mansion, we create a haunted neighborhood or psychedelic/insane business district.

Why is it we involuntarily enslave ourselves, going into our prisons of necessity from day to day? Wouldn't it be better if we could make these areas our own??? Why haven't we already?

Let's begin creating our world, one situation at a time. Maybe then we can free the oppressed from the persons of mean persuasion, allowing them to exist in worlds of their creation with their own voluntary participation...

And in the beginning...

there was light...

...and I saw the light...

...and had no idea where it came from...

...and didn't care, for the light was beautiful...


The light illuminated the world around me, and into my view came other human beings. We gathered, discussed, understood, and cooperated, and it was good.

Then, soon after, persons of mean persuasion came into our sight and tried to join us. But when they joined us, we found that they made things not good, because they wanted to control us. They beseeched us to come from the light and away from our friends and to do greater things in the name of progress, success, and profit. They showed us the world where they had done these things, and we saw it was miserable.

We then cast these persons from amongst us, and forced them to remain outside of our lives, for we saw that the world they would have us create was one mired in misery and hate.

But these persons would not let us be free, and brought war on us. They used the force they had created in the world and brought it to bear down against us. We sought aid elsewhere, and we found societies in the same position as ours, and we found that if we stood together, and attacked these persons of mean persuasion from the shadows we could sometimes return to the light, and see the beautiful world around us.

And in the midst of these mean persons were more like us, but their eyes had been shown up and their ears blocked with lies, so they could barely even perceive their own misery. We looked upon their predicament with great sorrow, and took it upon ourselves to free their eyes and open their ears, and when they did they perceived their misery and fled in horror from the world that they were in. With eagerness, those who had lived their lives in misery joined us.

While we were freeing the oppressed from the persons of mean persuasion, we were constantly asked, "Who are you, that you would so compassionately help us, even in peril of your own life?" And, though we could tell them who we were for each individual, this became tiresome. So we convened a council, and we deliberated. We knew we were different from the persons of mean persuasion, and we were not of the ranks of the oppressed, so for days we deliberated and wrote and considered, until one day somebody said, "Long ago, there was a word that meant uncontrolled and free. The word was Anarchy. So why do we not take this word and make it our own, calling ourselves "anarchists" or "free ones?" With great delight, we took this word and used it as a rally for ourselves, for the oppressed, for all who wanted to be free from control and content in simple life, simple cooperation.

And with this in mind, we continue to fight through the world, dressed in black and moving in the dark, freeing the oppressed and fighting to maintain our freedom from the persons of mean persuasion, so that we can return to the light for brief moments and revel in the beauty of the world and those around us.