Marcel Votlucka tells us why the question “why?” is the most dangerous of all. Hey, if Patrick McGoohan can blow up a supercomputer just by asking it “why?”, you bet your ass it’s a dangerous question.
Now, look at adults: always tired, always plotting, always trying to get ahead in the meaningless rat race. Adults, you’d expect, with their advanced experience, knowledge and maturity, would be able to deal with the world and its uncomfortable realities better than a mere child. But alas! Adults seem to be more adept at both making up humbug and accepting it passively despite the untold strain it puts on them. Whilst commiserating over the unsatisfactory “way things are” or some isolated injustice or absurdity that keeps repeating itself (usually as part of an oppressive social or political system), how often do the adults in the audience seriously and earnestly demand, “Why?”
But the majority of adults accept what is put on their plate, no matter how insane and counterproductive to their interests it may be, and call that being “realistic.” They’re afraid of rocking the boat, whereas children hardly know they’re on the damned thing. On the contrary, I’ve never been “realistic” in my entire life – may I be struck by a bolt of lightning if I ever start! Vicious, illegitimate authority thrives on that kind of thinking.
This seems very much related to the concept of the true self I’ve been talking about.