We live immersed in fear. It’s almost the only thing that is true. We are scared of losing our acquaintances, our goods, our jobs, our lives. And that fear is our leading compass.
It’s not a natural fear, but it has become nature to us: it’s already been built-in into our perspective of life in such a way, that we cannot separate ourselves from it anymore, not to distinguish it, nor to face it. Culture has successfully managed the issue, when in small doses, it has injected us the supposed antidote to assimilate death and its’ effects in each of our daily actions.
Society educates us revealing the threats and hazards of living (what happens to others), while at the same time and in the same process, it insinuates the path to avoid those disgraces. It’s an easy way: sometimes it’s more than enough not to look at reality, while at other times, an apparently difficult exercise is required, which implies engaging with an idea, a project, although we know it bursts at every seam, and we know we are pawning our future. They’ve done a superb job, hiding from us all other possible alternatives. The absolute has been erased.
Religions, far away from strengthening us, they weaken us by talking about setting us free from the of Death, about Heaven and being together with God, even up to the point to persuade us that death is only a small step to a better life. However, committing suicide is considered sin and not a shortcut to Kingdom of Heaven. The conflict created inside of us is of such a scale, that we cannot get rid of it without religions. Maybe that’s the reason why we are initiated in them at such an early age.
Two thousand years after we were told to love our brothers, they became a threat. We only accept as brothers today, those who are actually “next” to us. The truth is that the term “brother” in the eleventh commandment stands for a universal one. Without distinctions. It even ranges our worst enemies. That really was a freeing religion. It talked about love, opening our souls, relying on ourselves and on the others. What is left of that doctrine in today’s religion?
Psychoanalysis allowed bourgeoisie through a payment in return, to “shield” itself in order to be able to speak the unspeakable. It takes years of work to bring out to light what tortures us and that “talks” for us. The psychoanalyst listens. Only in that environment of hermeticism and maximum confidentiality, after some time, and like in a session of obscurantism is that the spiritual matters start to appear, the most scary of us, the ominous, everything we couldn’t afford to bear with in our day to day life. After the sessions, we return to ordinary life. Psychoanalysis, therefore, also turns into a provisional and short term solution. Even today there’s great debate whether a cure si possible. But .. to what illness?
I would like to meet someone that had retained the freshness and spontaneity we had when kids (another gift of culture: grown-ups are not allowed to keep naivety), and that showed such a self-confidence that a stranger would not mean a threat or a danger to him/her. That would not mean licentiousness nor recklessness, but neither the contrary: speculation, suspicion, stiffness.
It’s true: it’s very risky to trust anyone at these times. We have a lot of stuff at stake, a lot to lose, and everything has become complex in excess. Each one of us now decides up to where and how, simplifies his/her life.