It’s quite insulting when people keep accusing us of expecting too much, of wanting a utopia that’s impossible to achieve. We may be fools because we keep trying, because we do not let your fears destroy our ambitions, but we are not idiots. We know the world can’t be perfect. Trust us; we know that any world in which we tolerate your existence cannot possibly be utopian, and we have no intentions of exterminating you despite your apparent desire to exterminate us, so we know full well that a utopia will never truly come into being.
However, we do not consider utopia a destination. We consider it a direction. In mathematical terms, remember all those graphs you saw in which you’re told that the equation ‘tends to zero’ but never quite gets there? Those parallel lines that ‘converge at infinity’ but never quite get there? That is what we hope for. That is all we want to achieve; movement towards the best. We do not expect to get there because your very presence has made it clear that we can never reach the very best, but we can at least insist on a movement towards the best, towards a utopian ideal which we’re fully aware we might never quite achieve, because all other directions of movement are oppressive and unjust, because when you give up on that direction by claiming that the destination is unreachable, you pave the way to hell.
You insist that our dreams are impractical, that rather than embarking on a journey towards the best, we must choose between what is available, but by doing so, you forget that every milestone in human history has come because people refused what is available and decided to seek something else, something that isn’t available, something that may be not only improbable, but impossible, and yet – it is by reaching for it, that humanity has extended itself further, pushed itself beyond all known limitations, and redefined itself. It is this act of redefinition that constitutes actual change; everything else you do is simply re-arrangement, not evolution.
Everything else you do is acquiescence to the mean or the median, to the average, to the already-existing, to the redundant. You call that stability, but it is nothing but stagnation. It is the death of the human spirit, and it is the end of humankind.
Why are you so afraid?
