19 Jan 2019

I once wanted to start a movement or at least started toying in my head with the idea of a Neo-Teknik Renaissance, which was to be characterized by a secondary Post-Industrial Humanism, which was in turn to be to be characterized by a tertiary Pendularism of Thought.

This way, I was abstracting an idea which was the slow amalgamation of different traits of my cultural satchels. A ternary thought byproduct coming from as many inputs: but really, produced by a dual intellectual upbringing, either coming from the distant region of my first half life, all that is Italian, or from the second part of my existence, the anglo-saxon inlfuence of my intellectual bag of tricks…producing, well, borrowing, and slowly transforming words, ideas from authors, people, other streams of thought.

Ternary. Three cardinal points. Uno e trino. A trinity of thoughts, unified by an ultimate pupose.

Neo-Teknik Renaissance
Post-Industrial Humanism
Pendularism of Thought

The first term is “borrowed” from Bruce Sterling, the sci-fi author, who, in his unparalled masterpiece Schysmatrix, calls one of his transient orbital city-states the Cultural Neo Tecnich Republic. Join that with the culturally and artistically richest period of development of art and sciences following the darkness of the Middle Ages, and you get (in my head), a renewal and a continuation of that tradition, where we are not slaves of the newest, most powerfule teknes at our disposal, but rather, their masters.

The second is an adaptation of the period in Italian history which brought Man more towards centre stage, in opposition to previous beliefs that God and doctrine should be of the utmost importance in people’s daily lives. Post-industrial, well, because, that is where we are in time. But perhaps I should have said, post-digital…

The third, kind of echoes Umberto Eco’s masterpiece “Il pendolo di Foucault” (just as grandiouse as Schysmatrix, but for obviously very different reasons). Focused on human thought…I will explain how later on.

I have always hated politics. Inherently, growing up in a Country of the utmost corruption, one develops a healthy suspicious attitude towards any so called “elected power”, any authority which proclaims to be there for the common people but always invariably, are pretty much always there for themselves. With some exceptions.
Authorities in Italy have succeeded in rapid sequence in the past few centuries, even millennia, like the obnoxious princes that swarm inside Penelope’s home, trying to win her graces, while Ulysses is away. But as she pretends to indulge them, she is in reality, cunningly deceiving them, with her nightly trick of undoing what she weaved on her loom, and forever awaiting her faithful, powerful husband.
Who is Italy’s Ulysses, I wonder.

But I digress…politics. In the end, even I succumb to some form of political ideation, I suppose.

Problem is. The slate needs to be wiped clean.
Corruption, actually worse, a corrupt way of thinking plagues the modern world, and rots it from the inside out.
Alas, not a new thing, since power was conceived, man has always wanted it…there is indeed something rotten in Denmark, my dear Count. There is something rotten in Malawi…something rotten in Venezuela, dear Cerberus of Thought. There is something rotten in Italy, Monsignore…

Political thoughts…political theories, political manifestos!

Communism, socialism, fascism; liberal, labour. Left, right, center, middle center, and a little bit on the side of the edge of that seat over there…no no there, bit more on the left-center-right, and around the corner…

Mm…wouldn’t it be nice to be super partes?

Above the pettiness of any human thought?

I’ve always thought that, well, shouldn’t someone be?

So, that’s the challenge I impose myself…but easier said than done, granted.

I have decided after careful consideration that if Cassandra had had a choice, she probably would have warned her fellow citizens that the Gods were on the battle field, slaughtering humans all along, but unseen, utterly invisible to the human eye, apart from hers, Cassandra’s own eyes. She could see them, their thirst for blood, their power, their destructive force…who are the real, more modern interpretation of the Gods? Well, judge for yourselves…who do you think they are?

As for me, I’ve been been silent for so long…watching from a distance while my fellow men do all they can to destroy the balance of a once beautiful world.

Alas, if you see disaster looming, wouldn’t you want to scream? We’re all on the Titanic, making titanic mistakes daily…and nobody can see it!

Yet, political thought makers…

Verdamt!

I do not want to be taken for one of those guys…my political thought is very simple: they’re all wrong!

Each and every single one of them.

And the reason is: complexity.

Being simple creatures, we like to see the world and interpret the stuff all around us with usually a bi-dimensional optical instrument, a spectrum analyzer calibrated to detect only two maybe three classes of molecules.

We like to polarize thought.

Polarize positions.

Yin and Yang.

Good and evil.

Black or white.

Sun or moon.

Day or night.

it’s in our nature.

But nature is far more complex than that.

And there are very few manifestations of nature that are more complex than the human brain.

Now, put not one or two, or a thousand, or a million, but over seven billion of the most complex bio-machinery that nature, God, or randomness has put together through evolution, and you have a truly complex system.