To my Courageous Humankind,
The
Beauty of Arrogance Sometimes we think we are
brave. Sometimes we lie to ourselves. We gaze into the eyes of those clearly weaker than
we are and we know we could crush their bodies, warp their minds, and mangle their souls
and we laugh in mad arrogance. Is this mad arrogance courage or measly contempt? Is
arrogant spite a good enough mask for cowardice? I think such contempt is a hidden step
towards true courage. It is a technique that can be learned and called upon later, but it
must be used only after it is purified from being a fear-based reaction. Mad
arrogance tends to be a state that the truly courageous often go through in their journey
towards true freedom. This sort of arrogant contempt is useful, but can mask a type
of fear. Such arrogant contempt can be merely keeping cover over fears of inferiority or
fear of losing control. Sometimes to appear to lose control is a keen way of pushing away
conflict to remain in control. To appear flamboyantly insane in the face of an
opponent is a technique that some use to mask fear. It can push people away without
physical confrontation becoming necessary.
The
strength one gains by confronting their fears with any maddening technique or any
angry or even fear motivated technique (which are common and rather essential to becoming
truly brave) breeds a beautiful arrogance that has to laugh at the triviality of life. But
there comes a time to identify it and surpass it, all of it. Once noticed and surpassed it
can be harnessed when necessary, but it can never control as fear based arrogance can.
There comes a time in the journey when arrogance must not be your catalyst but your
pillar. As the tricks and joys of life are learned there is no reason to not become
joyfully arrogant. A mind that sees the world through confidence sees the world with such
immense majesty. If we believe we can conquer it, or muster the strength to fight it till
we are dead, or ride it until it is tame for us, how could we fear it? It is important to
always let one technique lead to another technique, such as cock-filled arrogance moving
to mad arrogance, which moves to solemn fearless arrogance. As great arrogance
comes upon the brave soul that seeks to build it, it becomes honed and purified by
constant scrutiny, constantly observing if a reaction is fear based or courageous.
The
courageous must be arrogant. We are making ourselves beautiful beings. In true
arrogance we know that we are beautiful beings, we know we grow more amazing with every
insight, and we are comfortable with that. How could we not be
comfortable in arrogance? Those who fight to live without fear, those who make themselves
gods, will clearly be confident. They will clearly be arrogant. The brave will clearly be
beautiful. Yet still, even in all the arrogance, even as the brave souls speak of the
pathetic wretchedness of the cowards, the brave will naturally understand what it was like
when they too were cowards. And the wise one will keep an open heart and an open hand for
any who strive to be brave. Surpassing the trap of the blinding arrogance yields this.
However, the courageous cannot help but nearly hate the cowards so cowardly that they will
not attempt the journey of suffering that makes one free from fears. True cowardice is
nauseating to the truly brave. It is thus because the brave ones know that it is pointless
and all too sad to suffer so unnecessarily, so sheltered form facing the cowardice that
sets people in stagnancy. I try to help all people understand the path to freedom, but we
live within the individual lies we tell ourselves. We live within the snares. We must all
live within the traps to even notice them, to begin to understand them, to conquer them.
This is the natural course of it. This is what makes it most difficult to journey on, but
to be within the army we fight is also our greatest advantage. All I can do is bring
attention to fears. Ultimately, we as individuals must conquer ourselves. As we fight
ourselves, bit by bit, through the most difficult of battles, we will have pure, real
arrogance. We can spit into the faces of cowards, of the brave, of the gods, and back upon
our own face, where the spit winds up anyway.
To
feel the power of destroying the only illusion that can truly harm you breeds the only
real confidence there is. The kind of confidence that is not portrayed with a showing of
arrogance, but it merely exists within someone, it is only natural to the individual.
Clearly the confidence will effect others, that’s what confidence does, but it need
not be forced. As it is mastered it merely becomes a toy like every other malleable
perception. That is the magic of the quest. Like in all great disciplines, the journey
starts hard, yet as one learns the art it simply becomes more and more enjoyable and in
time the art becomes individual to the artist. The teachers are no longer needed, they are
only remembered and through their students they are expanded upon. True confidence is
built and only beauty grows from it. In all blazing arrogance be humble, so that you
enjoy chosen arrogance.
Stephan Pacheco-Founder of LibertyCore |
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