Guns n’ Power

Through tears, a president appeals to our humanity. I’m shocked by the seemingly cut and dry topic. In order to reduce the number of sharp corners that toddlers can bang their heads against, child-proof the home. Reduce gun violence, reduce guns/gun access. Seems pretty straight-forward, even rational. But so much passionate resistance from the other side.

Why the obsession for guns? What does it symbolize and why are people willing to risk so much to retain the right to possess not just one or two deadly weapons, but many?

The truth is, guns even out the playing field. A person with no power can suddenly have the power of a god. A man cannot give life; he needs a woman for that. But a man can take lives, and guns give him that ability with, literally, a flick of the finger. Power is no longer obtained through merit. It can also be obtained through brute force, in this case, a weapon that can reduce even the most powerful person in the world, be they president, boss, or billionaire, into food for worms.

In reality, power has rarely been obtained through raw merit. People are born with head starts, sometimes laps ahead of everyone else. This can be frustrating when you’re trying to catch up. Were you born wealthy? Were you born with superhuman intelligence? How about just well-balanced, mentally sound parents? Even our diets as children can determine our future IQ. So some are given excellent hands in life and some were damned before they even took their first breath, pumped with alcohol and meth before they were even considered viable humans, surrounded by a world structured for failure?

The argument for guns is not about guns at all. It’s about power. Its making victims feel less like victims and more like equals, and eventually, like superiors. “You are better than me, you are more powerful than me, you can take my house, my job, my family and throw me in prison and take my freedom, but guess what, I can shoot you, so… you should be a little scared of me as well.”

And guess what? I kind of am. So the argument works.

A weapon becomes a new way to obtain power and evil becomes a means of obtaining, though temporarily, Absolute Power. When you hold a loaded gun, you feel it. It’s like standing near the edge of a cliff. The potential energy just radiates through your very being. A nobody becomes a somebody; a 110 lb girl becomes a deadly vigilante assassin. “Take back the night? No worries (click-click), it’s all mine.”

Power is addictive. It has always been. Especially for people petrified of victimization.

So why do I write and read so much about gods and goddess? Because I think deities have so much in common with every day people. We are more powerful than we even realize. We have the power to give or end life. We have the power to save or destroy the planet. We are each one of us, Demeters, Eros, Hades, all rolled into our little hands. If we see ourselves as we really are, perhaps we can admit that we need to have accountability, that we all need a checks and balances system… Within ourselves and without. Every one of us has potential for something; life, death, or some medium in between, but never, ever are we truly powerless.

With or without guns.

I think if the debate could have less emotion and more understanding as to the true nature of the gun argument, we can attack it more directly. Holistically, as a society, what are we saying when we agree that guns are a fair means of obtaining power? There are darker reasons behind the need for guns that must be addressed:

Fear. Distrust. Love for power.

What does this say about us? What does it say about our country? What does it say about humanity– that ever evolving, and ever-expanding group of powerful, intelligent, master beings? How we answer determines where we go from here.

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