Nonconformists, we are, unsolicited, unpredictable, unencumbered, unvested, daring

Nonconformists, we are, unsolicited, unpredictable, unencumbered, unvested, daring and iconoclastic but not for the sake of destructive ruins but construction toward a better truth, a substantial truth, and innovation. Too much of independence of the nonconformists of unique mind is considered unfitting to the establishment of existing norms and institutions because they cannot be useful functionaries for social reinforcement. Yet, poetic outcasts are reframing the stretch of imagination toward metaphysical beauty and permanence?the greatness. We deliberately detach ourselves from the exasperations and desperations of the moment of mankind. We find it particularly useful to have a burning heart and causes for misgivings and finality?to fill the unlistening void and to chastise a comfortable livelihood.
— Bongha Lee, On Resistism

Neutrals are free, unaffected and disengaged. Their presence

Neutrals are free, unaffected and disengaged. Their presence alone flatly cancels the logic of power across the board due to their existential uselessness to both powerful and powerless. I at times question any difference between ?freedom? and ?uselessness? and have never succeeded in finding a satisfying answer. I believe the world has become complicated by the neutrals who never exposed their neutrality. Their disguised intention and unfathomable identity have dramatized the world by having others fear their uncertainty. Neutrals stand outside of boundaries of good and bad. They are true strangers. And probably, they are the true resistants.
— Bongha Lee, On Resistism

Resistance is dauntless audacity of the lesser against

Resistance is dauntless audacity of the lesser against the greater through a will to suffering?the essential quality of existing?because suffering most clearly evinces the will-power of the sufferer. History is the story of ?I? as observed and evaluated by ?me.? When the history is written by my hands, I will fear nothing and live as if I am the history.
— Bongha Lee, On Resistism

Then, one demurs that essentially a society is

Then, one demurs that essentially a society is entertained by the theatre of heroism, and in strict individualism of existence, without others, it is only a narcissistic struggle. There is no hero in a lonesome existence. A man lives in a shred and contradiction of duality between his splendid uniqueness out of nature with a grip of eternality and condemnable body of contemptible smallness, transient but delightfully comfortable to rot into the disappearance. This density and finiteness! Laughable yet strangely estimable quality of certitude from his inner drive in the making of his world. O this ambiguity, O this duality, O this weakness. O human! O human!
— Bongha Lee, On Resistism

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