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date = '2025-08-06T02:11:46-04:00'
title = 'Obligatory Moral Remark'
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In my previous entry on [entitlement and expectations](/on-entitlement-and-expectations/), I went too far. And no, it’s not at all that I repent what was written or take any words back—no, I simply realize that, in my inexperience, I rushed the thought, hurriedly, hastily, skipped ahead, ran past, took much for granted and did not deem it necessary to elaborate where I should have, and yet these are the most contemporary and sore questions, which means my approach to them has no right to be left to its own devices, since I volunteered to reflect my most alive, genuine thought on paper before my very self.

I also deny myself the pleasure of erasing and reworking old entries. If I deemed it necessary to record and send it—even under the influence of some other strong feeling—then there was a thought, and it manifested itself in precisely this form and manner under these circumstances, which means it is already an artifact of reasoning, and if the thought is laid down incorrectly, then it is I myself who must develop, clarify it, and so—let them all be.

In the aforementioned entry, I jumped too quickly to the conclusion and even, as it were, in the spirit of Christian morality, at least aesthetically. Whether it is so or not—the question is now entirely secondary, because the essence of the entire note I intended was precisely in posing a certain boundary of modernity, maybe even not yet a problem, but a pre-problem, from which the problem could be described and derived further in future entries.

Let us step back from exclamations about love for people, about helping one’s neighbor, etc. Suppose, my dear and rare reader, you do not love and do not wish to love people, precisely out of conviction. So is it really that the false shame I described and the imaginary pride stemming from it do not apply to you at all? For the inability to approach one’s shame and the suffering it causes utterly destroys in a person any capacity for creation! I concluded with love for people in general, but love is only one kind of creating something. I am deeply convinced, no matter what a person believes in, no matter what they place their life in—this very "what" inevitably includes some creativity in the broadest sense (except for the widespread exceptions propagating negation or evil absurdity, but not about them now!).

Thus I draw the line, that in essence I am merely marking false shame, the maladaptation to society and life in general stemming from it, which in turn hardens and cripples the soul (nerves, psyche—fine, let it be so), this process is systemic, forming types of both people and behavior, and by its nature it is hostile to life and creativity.

Now enough has been said about this.
