Beck quotes Thoreau:
I came into this world, not chiefly to make this a good place to live in, but to live in it, be it good or bad.
Words to live by. They remind me of something Al Swearengen said in Deadwood:
When did you get the idea every wrong had a remedy, Wu? Did you come to camp for justice or to make your fucking way?
I’ve been so near the end of my goddamned rope that, for years now, I’ve harbored a half-baked plan to set myself on fire on the steps of the Capitol. Go ahead and make fun of it. Am I any more far-gone than the rest of you? What difference would it make if I was? Here is the central problem surrounding what you people are talking about:
There is no coherent and cohesive philosophy underpinning it. Everybody’s pissed off, but you all have your varying degrees of what you’ll settle for. Someone like me comes along to suggest something like starving the Beast out of existence by not paying for it, or withdrawing the overt political sanction by not bloody voting — like I’ve been doing for years to general laughter — and, suddenly, nobody is so pissed off anymore.
What’s incoherent about choosing to live in the world, be it good or bad? What’s incoherent about making your fucking way, in spite of rampant injustice?