Perfect Freedom

       In the beginning of the novel 'Brave New World' by Aldous Huxley, there is a paragraph about utopias written in french by a russion religious and political philosopher, Nicholas Bedrieaff.
'La vie marche vers les utopies', he says, life is slowly becoming a utopia . And when it does, will we try to return to a non utopian society? Less perfect, and more free? This is what Nicholas asks, and this is what Aldous implies in his novel. A perfect life, is never perfect. Nor is a good person never bad, or a smart person never stupid. Life is balanced, it's the ying and yang, and anything that ever tries to be just the yang, or just the ying will never succeed. You can never have freedom and perfection in the same equation. Nature always wins, it always manages to balance the world for a few short seconds, until a new person decides to test his luck in the quest for a utopian society.

Bernard, Mustapha Mond and John.

My name is Bernard
Until I tasted sweet fame
I questioned everything around me
Now I've been punished
And sent away, weeping.

My am Mustapha Mond
I know all about the past
I see all the faults in society
I had options
I chose power

My name is John
'Civilized Men' took me away from home
And treated me as a savage
No one listens
None understand

The Severed Garden- The Doors

Wow, I'm sick of doubt
Live in the light of certain
South
Cruel bindings.
The servants have the power
Dog-men and their mean women
Pulling poor blankets over
Our sailors

I'm sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the tv
Tower, I want roses in
My garden bower; dig?
Royal babies, rubies
Must now replace aborted
Strangers in the mud
These mutants, blood-meal
For the plant that's plowed.

They are waiting to take us into
The severed garden
Do you know how pale and wanton thrillful
Comes death on a strange hour
Unannounced, unplanned for
Like a scaring over-friendly guest you've
Brought to bed
Death makes angels of us all
And gives us wings
Where we had shoulders
Smooth as raven's
Claws

No more money, no more fancy dress
This other kingdom seems by far the best
Until it's other jaw reveals incest
And loose obedience to a vegetable law.

I will not go
Prefer a feast of friends
To the giant family.