The ‘Nobel Savage’ is a man, raw and real, without any confines of society to encumber him. A true Nobel Savage does not need these facades the same as a Noble Citizen. The two are both men, yes; but one more noble than the other.
They travel different paths to achieve the same goal, existence. To a Noble Savage the frills of governmental structure and religious dedication are not necessary to his objective. He is the purest form of the human soul, not tainted by the soot of industrialism or its capitalist patriarch. The Noble Savage is man in his elemental form, the way his creator fashioned him to be.
Shaftsbury describes this natural condition of life as "solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short”. It seems most would agree with the Earl.
But why would we, as men, hold distaste for our natural form? It is because our natural form, our core, that we fear the Savage, noble or otherwise. We as humans are so unfamiliar with ourselves that we have created fear surrounding each level of self that is more elemental, more Savage than the next. We dislike (fear) the Savage for the same reason we fear the dark – uncertainty scares the hell out of us.
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I like your bluntness in this post and the way in which you intertwine the civil and the uncivil.
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