When I was young, I didn’t know anything. I looked at the world and didn’t know how to interpret it. “What is this and what is that?” I asked. My parents told me what they knew — what they were told.
When I was 5 years old, my parents entrusted me in the hands of a man who was tall and intelligent. They had no choice. The law dictated it. This old man’s job was to tell me how to interpret the world. His name was Mr. Noitacube.
On the appointed day, I hesitantly went to his dwelling, a large rectangular building. When he saw me, he told me to sit down, keep quiet and listen: “This means this!” he told me. “This means that!” he reiterated. “Repeat after me!”
He seemed a bit angry. “If you don’t answer properly, you will not pass. If you don’t pass, you will not advance. If you don’t advance, everyone will laugh at you. Your parents will not be happy. You will be miserable. You will be rejected. You will be a failure. So repeat after me and give me the right answer! I can give you points. I can give you a score. The higher the score, the greater you will be. It will give you honor, and eventually money.”
I listened to him. I was afraid. I repeated after him, everything he said. It was not pleasant, and believe it or not, this went on for 13 years.
The day I was allowed to leave the rectangular building, with a score card in hand, I was so happy and thought I was free. After that I grew up, I became older, my awareness expanded, I became bolder.
I did receive a certain amount of honor and a certain amount of money, but something was missing. I wasn’t really happy and I didn’t feel free.
I thought about Mr. Noitacube and everything he had told me. Something was wrong with the way he had instructed me. He never taught me how to interpret the world myself. All he did was give me his interpretation. His version, this one mental representation, had become my sole perception of reality. Why was I never allowed to see things my own way?
I am not a child anymore. I think I’m as intelligent as he was. What would be my interpretation of the world if I had never been entrusted in the hands of Mr. Noitacube?
“Daemon, you are not a loser, you have power and you are allowed to play with fire. Forget everything Mr. Noitacube taught you. Reinterpret everything from scratch, based on your own experience and research. It will be hard work but it will also be highly rewarding. Warning: If you play with fire, expect to be fired. You will be discharged, dismissed and criticized. You will be removed, terminated and forced out. You will be sacked, driven out and chased away. You will be attacked, blasted and shot.
But this fire will also inflame you in a positive way. It will enkindle you, stir you and passionate you. It will provoke you, set you ablaze and raise you. It will fuel you, charge you and recreate you. It will change you, transmute you and eventually, set you free. And this, my son, will make you… everlastingly happy.”