For me, 1984 is a revelation of a finally realized Utopia. Orwell had no idea what sort of dreamy world he was creating, and how close that dream comes to a vision I have always held within myself. Orwell hated the world he created, as does virtually everyone who reads his book. But I think Orwell, and everyone else, is wrong. 1984 is a depiction of a society in which absolute power is fully realized. It is a tale of a ruling class that has reached a pinnacle level of government. There is no defying Big Brother. There is no option but to adhere to the ways of the party. Never, in the unfolding of any period in history, has a society been so dominated by the influence of its rulers. <br><br>And that is the secret wish that lurks inside every man. Power. Complete, total, and unbridled power. A power that grows stronger the more it is opposed. A power that rules not only over the physical body of a man, but his mental, emotional, and spiritual self as well. The ability to govern the thoughts of another man. The mere thought of it fills me with lust.<br> <br>The reason that 1984 strikes such an abhorrent note in readers is because it exemplifies what every man wants, but no man will ever have. And so society shudders when a society such as Oceania is revealed. Because they will never experience the fulfillment of being a member of that Inner Party. They will always be outcast as peons of the Outer Party, or worse yet, the Proles. And they read the book and throw their arms up in disgust, cry out against facets of society that seem to fit the Big Brother mold, and make a lot of noise about the horrors of such a society. <br><br>And all the while they hold their dirty little secret deep within themselves, subtley aware of its constant hum, but never admitting to their consciousness that it exists. But it's there. Mark my words, it's there. That puny whine and the shameful knowledge that they too want exactly what the Inner Party in 1984 has. They too want to manipulate the weaklings of the world and bend reality to their wills. Everyone wants it, but no one is bold enough to admit it. So they pretend that a Big Brother society is Hell on Earth and must be avoided at all costs. <br><br>Well folks, I for one will not pretend. I for one will not hurry to put up a facade of disgust. I passionately desire to reign over the minds of my brother man, to make their reality whatever my whim may wish, to break the free-spirited idealism of the Winston's and Julia's of the world. These are things I desire, and this is why George Orwell unwittingly delivered my Bible to me. <br><br>And I know that these desires of mine will never be actualized. I am well aware that even if a society as beautiful as Oceania could ever be created on this Earth, I would most likely be one of the shameful masses. But I at least will not pretend that I would not doggedly aspire to be among the Inner Party. <br><br>I at least will not hide behind a wall of virtue and make inspirational appeals to the pillars of freedom and equality that are lost in a world like Oceania's. I at least will be an honest man and confess my inner desires. Can you say the same for yourself?
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