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Title: Harbinger.4 Intro Author: CrimethInc. Date: November 1, 2001 Language: en Topics: Harbinger, introduction Source: Retrieved on 7th November 2020 from https://crimethinc.com/2001/11/01/harbinger4-intro
Until our most fantastic demands are met, fantasy will always be at war
with reality.
It hijacks history classes and funerals, waylays secretaries on the way
to the coffee machine, turns rails into slides and shopping malls to
playgrounds — it sends lives spinning out of control. Movie directors
endeavor to harness it, travel agents to peddle it, political parties to
enlist it; but fantasy, like the one who pursues it in earnest, can
serve no employer.
Now that every continent has been conquered and every countryside
explored, nothing is more precious than passages to new worlds.
Mass-manufactured faiths are haunted by a thousand dreams of escape —
and fancy weaves better wings for flighty youth than pragmatism ever
fashioned our forebears.
As revolutionaries, of course we are fighting for our daydreams! When we
cannot stomach another hour of this, we side with those moments we
surprise ourselves, flashes in which anything feels possible, peak
experiences that may last only instants — and therefore with every
inhibited impulse, forbidden pleasure, unexploded dream, all the stifled
songs which, unleashed, could create an upheaval like no one has ever
seen. And when the dust settles afterwards, we will side with them
again.
Call this escapist — perhaps it is; but what class of people is most
disturbed by the idea of escape? Jailers. Right or wrong, selfless or
selfish, possible or impossible, we’re getting out of here. They were
shooting off fireworks through the tear gas down on the waterfront, the
sky exploding in grenades of color. Whatever it is that pulls the pin,
that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and
total beauty, it is enough.
“You can see the whole wide world from up here.”
“Yes, and others, as well.
The invitation to a new world may take a lifetime or more to extend;
self-imposed outcast status may be established in order to receive the
transmissions, to give the seeds soil in which to grow. The one who does
this is not jettisoning herself from “life” after all, but providing its
first port of entry — metabolizing, invisibly, the garbage of the old
world into the new one, just as other “parasites” do.