There is that strand so much in vogue of the “right thinking” or “good thought” to which it is advisable to join in order to find themselves “conscientiously right”. Because in the Western culture we are reduced, I say and I emphasize “reduced”, simply to this. The concept of “conscientiously right”, if you will, would be a great oxymoron. If consciousness is that place where each one is reckoned with his own inner moral law, then only two things can happen. Two cases: In the first situation, you mind to yourself (it is the oxymoron case) and then you “feel” coherent to a proper decalogue of moral norms, despite the contradiction, or to be corrected in good faith must act by modifying the decalogue. It is the technique of the doublethink theorised by Orwell: while knowing that objectively something is not right, I can in good faith to be sure that it is right. It is the bad work accomplished in the last centuries in the Western world. Slowly, over time, we have been given a great deal of work to implement a sort of discoloration process of western morality to adapt it to more comfortable needs. From here some softness and ambiguity of our uses and customs. By now the process is realized, generation after generation: A native of this time finds a substrate of concepts that are incontrovertibly “correct”, “healthy” and “good” because in their tradition (which sinks in recent times) was already so. And that’s enough to justify everything. But without disturbing Orwell, Andersen could tell all this with a language understandable to a child. In one of his most famous fables, “The new clothes of the Emperor”, Andersen tells of this vain emperor interested by only this aspect of life: his outward appearance. For the ugly authoritarian character, the emperor cannot be contraspoken. When two crooks said that they know how to pack the most magnificent clothes ever existed, it was clear that the emperor would take them to court for himself. The peculiarity of those clothes is that they are not visible from fools and unworthy. The King’s servants, therefore, cannot reveal that they see nothing. At the court, the two crooks prepare the new dress for the emperor explaining that detail. Not even the king sees anything, but does not want to pass through unworthy or foolish. Therefore, while not wearing anything, he wants to parade among the people who anyway applauds not to contradict the emperor or not to pass in turn for unworthy or foolish. Only a child has innocence (or courage?) to shout in front of all that… The King is naked!
It’s the condition we’ve been reduced to in looking at reality. We don’t see it, even in the case of incontrovertible facts. Even when the signs before us indicate the natural sense of things. This is the horror of today. After the period of absolute blind confidence in reason (in a word, “I believe only in what I see”), we have made it possible to reach the negation of the present reality in our eyes. Orwell had anticipated in the late fifties, now it happens, as expected, shamelessly. And to paraphrase the other master of dystopia, Aldous Huxley, to fall asleep to the undauntled spirit that is in us when he senses the constancy of this form of social dissatisfaction, it remains nothing but ingest the daily grams of “soma”, a fanciful drug of the future, or, as in fact panded subtly by those who pull the ranks, let us take from the many forms of activity that distract from the truth.
But as far as we allow them to increase or reduce distances from it, the truth remains fixed, or evil is ours, in the case, because, in fact,… The King is naked!