The act of real rebellion

Acharya Prashant
6 min readMay 24, 2020

“ The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”

~ Albert Camus

You know, you are in a mad house. A man-made mad house! A socially created, approved and run mad house. You are supposed to be mad there. Madness is a mandate! If you aren’t mad, you pay the price for your sanity. And those who are mad, become very agitated in their madness. In their madness, they become very agitated against their madness. They just don’t like what is going on. Even as they contribute to and participate in and proliferate what is going on, they just don’t like what is going on. So they rebel against it!

Most of the mad people are rebels. The proof is that they are agitated. They don’t like stuff. When food is served to them, they throw it away!

Somebody comes walking to them, they punch him on the nose. They are found squabbling, quarreling, entangled, violent.

One of the mad men assumes leadership and he asks all the mad ones to queue up. And how do the mad ones respond? They respond by rebelling. What is their rebellion? When we are asked to queue, when we are asked to queue up, we will not queue up! One of the mad ones rebels by keeping his sandals on his head. That is his rebellion. One of them rebels by walking on his head. One of them rebels by talking a strange language. One of them rebels by tearing his own clothes. One of them rebels by tearing other’s clothes!

Everybody is rebelling. Everybody is a non-conformist! Everybody is an individual. Everybody does not like something and hence is up in arms against something. Everybody wants to change something! And to change something, some of them form associations. Some of them become leaders. Some of them even become spiritual leaders! All are rebelling, because none of them like the way things are!

One of the mad men is very sure that he is a brain surgeon and he just does not like that nobody is prepared to let him open his brain. One of them is dead sure that he is a bird. And he flies, actually! Ask him, and he says I do fly! And he just does not like that nobody compliments him on his flight. So he gathers four — five…