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Title: Boundaries Author: Apio Ludd Date: January 2014 Language: en Topics: egoism, self-ownership, Max Stirner, anarchist projects Source: My Own #11
In recent years, I've heard a lot of anarchists talking about the need
for boundaries. It's pretty tiresome: "Abolish all borders, but don't
you dare challenge my sacred boundaries!" I was attracted to godless
anarchy those many years ago, not just because it was sexy, but also
because it challenged boundaries of every sort. Freedom for me is the
endless expansion of myself and my possibilities. And such expansion
requires this challenge.
Besides, you really don't need boundaries. All of us already have them
in abundance. They seem to be a part of existing in a world with others.
So the question I ask myself is: how do I view these boundaries?
Those who say "we all need boundaries" seem to see them as rigid borders
between themselves and the outside world, borders that they need to
defend and that others need to respect. This idea of respecting other
people's boundaries is a bit odd in itself. Maybe the little people of
this pathetic society no longer perceive themselves as worthy of each
others' respect (and they might be right about that), so instead they
come up with this abstract concept of boundaries, sacred barriers that I
am to respect. Such boundaries are walls for them to hide behind. That
might be fun in a snowball fight, but it's not the way I'd want to live
my life from day to day.
These boundaries are limits an individual puts on her own free activity,
ways of policing himself and others, because she is afraid, because he
feels that he is too weak for certain encounters, and that she and
others should accept such weakness rather than challenging it and
seeking to overcome it. They are the very opposite of the stiffening of
oneself against another that Stirner talked about. This stiffening has
nothing to do with an abstract boundary that I expect others to respect.
Rather it is the assertion of my strength and confidence in a specific
situation of conflict. Boundaries, conceived as strict borders that
people are to defend and respect, are ways of avoiding such conflict,
ways of cowering back from the real, practical meaning of freedom as
self-ownership and self-creation.
But there is another way to conceive of boundaries, a fluid way, in
which boundaries are the places of encounter, where the individual meets
her world. When she hides within these boundaries, treating them as
protective walls, he loses touch with his world and so also with all the
things and beings through which she can create herself. And so he
becomes rigid, stuck, incapable of growth and expansion, trapped in a
straightjacket of his own making, This is because the boundaries have
been reified; they have ceased to be meeting points for interaction and
have instead become fortress walls blocking interaction.
So challenging boundaries - especially those to which you or I feel most
attached - is still central to the anarchist project. That project is
still one of going out and confronting the world, facing and overcoming
your limits, breaking down the walls that keep you in your place. Only
in this way can an individual take the world into herself and expand
herself in a process of endless self-creation and self-consumption. This
process is an endless overcoming of boundaries, an endless stretching
beyond. Here and now, we have to break down the walls formed by the
institutions: the state, the economy, religion, law, ideology,
technology, etc. But even after these are gone (should that day ever
come), every individual who desires the fullness of his freedom as his
own being will have to continue challenging her own boundaries (and
welcoming the challenge from others). Boundaries will always be there,
and so the challenge must always be there as well. This is the practice
of freedom, because it is the practice of being one's own.