Dangerous Humans in a Safe Spaces
In the same way that a city plumber becomes steeped in sewage, modern society is steeped in a good bit of nonsense. One such bit of nonsense is the recent development of the “safe space,” seen most often in the context of the work place and university.
One popular perspective is the quaint notion that human beings are a dangerous curse upon the natural world and that earth would be better off without us. This idea leads to a bizarre sort of organic utopianism. And when fully exercised, utopianism always leads to political tyranny.
Whether the goal of the utopian is social purity or purity of the natural world, they strive nonetheless toward some type of existential perfection. Tyranny enters in when utopian reformers realize that humanity itself is the ultimate barrier to their notions of terrestrial bliss.
Why are utopian dreams more favorable than alternative modes of existence? What value is there in the natural world if nobody is there to appraise it? The utopians go wrong in that they recognize the esoteric concept of worth, but they fail to provide a reason as to why anything is more valuable than anything else. Or why anything is of any value at all.
Without the accountability and structure that religious frameworks provide via a sense of divine purpose, humanity is left to its own devices. All throughout history, the presence of moral vacuums has degenerated into episodes of societal vacuity.
Faculties and resources meant for spiritual and physiological purposes become channels for unbridled decadence. Pleasure and comfort become ends in themselves.
This leads to another insane precept of modern society. The preoccupation with comfort breeds a fear for any and all discomfort. From here derives the modern notion of the safe space.
On one hand, we are told that humanity is among the greatest dangers the world has ever seen. And on the other hand, we are told that people must be protected from every offending aspect of human society. But if humans are the greatest danger, then the alleged safe space actually becomes the most dangerous space of all.
It is to this end that the hopeless prisoner hangs himself by his bedsheets or that the solitarily confined man becomes insane from the company that he keeps.
Cleanliness as a Means to Functionality
I once knew a woman who refused to use her stove because she didn’t want it to get dirty. It reminded me of the old proverb, “Where no oxen are, the crib is clean: but much increase is by the strength of the ox.”
The ox toils to supply food for the meal. The stove exists for the preparation of the meal. The meal exists, in part, to sustain the body, but that is not all. The meal sustains civilization itself.
From the beginning of time, the meal represented all that was crucial and common to human existence. It was a venue for fellowship, laughter, discourse, and even of argument and the airing of grievances.
A meal told of one’s locale, their economic estate, their skills, their yearnings, their intentions, and their personal customs or tastes. It served as a context for the most mundane and sophisticated of human interactions.
To many, the meal has alluded to eternity itself, being represented as a feast that never ends. In that sense, the meal is sacred. As a symbol, it bears the very essence of human purpose and destiny.
But in order for a meal to be enjoyed, a litany of sacrifices must be made. A stall or a stove, for instance, must be made dirty and then kept clean if they are to be useful, but cleanliness is not their function.
The Shepherd and the Stable
Consider the sheep. The fields of pasture that sustain them with grass may become, in an instant, fields of predation that sustain their lurking predators with meat.
Sheep need shepherds, because the world is dangerous and unstable. When the shepherd retires for the night, he retires his sheep to the stable (so aptly named).
The stable is a refuge from danger. But if a sheep remains too long in the stable, it will eventually die from stagnation and starvation. In that sense, the refuge is also the place of certain death. Whereas the pasture is a place of potential death.
Danger is certain. Safety, in any absolute sense, is illusory.
A Refuge vs a Safe Space
A refuge, by nature, is supplemental. A young marsupial resides in its mother’s pouch until it reaches the age of viability. The safety of the mother’s pouch is as good as her defense mechanisms (along with sheer luck). The pouch is a place of sustenance and protection from the elements. But once the infant creature develops its own defenses, it is able to brave the world on its own (and with its peers, as it were).
A refuge is a place to group and to regroup. It is a place to hone defense mechanisms for the dangers that will come. It is not a protection from danger itself.
The modern notion of the safe space is not rooted in transcending infants into adulthood or wounded warriors into preparation for the battlefield. It is the exact opposite. The modern safe space exists to reverse the aging process entirely, and to make people vulnerable to everything the world has to offer. Why? To avoid discomfort.
Another tired attribute of the modern ethos is the pathetic nature of their non-virtues. Without digging too deeply here, I want to focus briefly on the asinine notion of “tolerance.”
Tolerance is what you want out of fighting siblings on a long car-ride. Siblings are often at war, and it is crucial to the keeping of peace that they tolerate one another during brief episodes of discord. In that sense, tolerance is useful as an interim state.
Now imagine if a parent desired nothing more for their children than that they merely tolerated one another as they entered into adulthood. No love. No respect. Just stale indifference toward each other.
Any good parent would hope to foster love, respect, kindness, honesty, and sincerity in their children. But even the most loving children treat one another with a kind of brutality. I don’t mean moments of cruelty. I mean the brashness with which they show affection, for better or worse.
Love is among the most dangerous of all virtues. To love or to be loved means at times to be elevated to the highest heights or to be scattered on the sharpest stones. But without it, the whole world devolves into insipid cruelty.
Civility might be maintained through tolerance, but a civilization is maintained by love and respect toward one another. But there is no love without vulnerability. And to give of oneself vulnerably is to offer up trust.
The Benefit of the Doubt
The reason wild animals run away is that they make the default assumption that all people are predators. An animal is made tame when trust is established.
Another nauseating feature of modern society is that it proliferates the notion that everybody is a potential predator. Therefore, people are taught not to trust one another.
A society of people who do not trust one another becomes, very quickly, a society in which people consume one another out of fear. It is a society in which people assume the very worst in one another. Where nobody is ever given the benefit of the doubt.
The only way to maintain a civil society in which every social interaction is a ticking time-bomb is to establish norms of political correctness. Outside of these norms, anything can be mistaken for aggression.
This creates a culture of resentment in which people must walk on proverbial eggshells in every social interaction. Any failure to do so becomes seen as an act of aggression from which others must be protected.
A politically correct culture trades honest love for quiet hatred.
Deconstructing the Safe Space
Ultimately, the modern notion of the safe space emerges from animalistic tendencies exercised within a moral void.
A culture that trades moral discipline for decadence flees any experience of discomfort. There is no virtue without discomfort. There is no love without pain. There is no learning without failure. Without discomfort, there are no transcendent experiences at all.
Without love, there is no trust. Without trust, there is no honesty. And without honesty, all that is left is to appease faddish norms.
The safe space is created to avoid the discomfort of human relationship. It arrests personal development and sends adults into infancy. Which is to say, it unleashes the monstrosities within men and women.
Ultimately, it trades love for fear. Danger will come, from within and without. Safety, if there is such a thing, comes only with discipline and preparation. Preparation for the dangers without and discipline for the dangers within.
Safety is a means to human survival, but it is not the purpose of our existence. A decadent society devoid of antifragile virtues will inevitably, if taken to its logical extremes, devolve into chaos.
Like an unwatched nursery of bloodthirsty infants.