Not Sharing Life with Children Rabble Bourgeoisie and Common People

With the introspective life, we must realize we share out world, and striving to be special is futile.


I do not believe there is any other stance to take, it is almost impossible to embrace or love the total of all people. It is for the romantic to say, and not do, it is a farciful way of thinking.

Many philosophers, thinkers, and ramblers have spoken of the common people in a common way that feels to me as cynical, it is permeated with cynicism. I am talking about Nietzsche, Descarte, Freud, Marx, and let us include Jerry Seinfeld for tone.

I was walking in the streets of Panajachel, Guatemala on Lago Atitlan the other day and I stopped and looked ahead, I changed my view, and said outloud,
"Children, not rabble."

In one brief moment I merge two groups, it felt as if the Rabble, Bourgeoisie, and Common People in an instant all became children.

I have trouble being cynical about children, however adults are easy, therefore this sweeping reclassification was safer and easier to feel.

"And many a one who hath turned away from life, hath only turned away from the rabble: he hated to share with them fountain, flame, and fruit."
- Thus Spake Zarathustra By Friedrich Nietzsche

There is a planet, the third rock from the sun that is populated with children, and they are always stretching to say they are special, I think they want to brag. How does one brag about being human, a person playing with a cell phone walking down the street is, well, childlike, not special.

When did we all become so special, and where was I at the time?


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