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alittleevil -> RE: Is Carol my slave? (10/11/2009 1:02:34 PM)
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ORIGINAL: leadership527
Just to really clarify, I wasn't so much saying that I couldn't imagine how one might love a slave. I'm more digging around at internal concepts inside myself and trying to find what I saw there. I'm toying with the idea that the thing carol actually is to me connects to something way more hind-brain than the concept of "slave" which actually requires a fairly sophisticated society just to exist. I mean seriously, men and women have been around an awful lot longer than the notion of property rights. {snip}
I know I used to angst about terminology and whether I belonged here an awful lot so this post might read like more of same. But honestly it was you Ironbear who got me past that and it's over with. This is more me digging introspectively within myself and trying to get down into some of those deep dark corners where words don't exist.
Hello Jeff,
I'm a little over-analytical at times, myself :-). As shorthand, slave is a pretty useful word. Even if the fine details differ among people's actual lives, most will accept that the paradigm describes a person for whom the obedience expected is absolute and the degree of authority ceded total. That certainly describes my life very neatly. So, when it is needful to be able to give someone a twenty-five words or less description of how i live and what i do, i define myself as slave.
Am i owned? Am i property? Do i have rights? These are the questions that keep us up nights (well, no, not really, but these questions certainly do incite some powerful debate). Yes, words have power. Some embrace this paradigm because of the power of the word slave-- precisely because of the power it has to capture the imagination and then the acts and then the conception of one's own Self (or self, as the case may be <g>).
Master is Master because, well, that's what he is to me. But am i a slave? In actuality, of course not, though if we did not live in this place and time, that is exactly what i would be. But opting away from use of the word in no way changes my life: the obedience expected is absolute and the degree of authority ceded is total. And, as yet, nobody has come up with a more precise shorthand. So, until they do, slave i am.
I, too, suspect that as a symbol for myself, slave is somewhat less than accurate, and the experience that i lack the words to describe is far more primal and hind-brain. I am simply His.
Best to you and yours,
aj
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