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If God was real, alive and truly kicking, cosmically bound to everything by infinite tentacles of conventional and dark matter, invisible tendrils of conventional and dark energy, and endless expanses of antimatter alike, He (let’s just choose a pronoun! I know could be a She or It also…I know, I know, God has no gender, fool that I am) – anyway he would most probably be up there, looking down at us right now, repeating what he’s been saying for millennia: “What???” he’d be asking “What are you saying, little ants???” I wish I could understand your tiny, insignificant little rants…” but then, swoosh, he’d also be instantly gone, as he’d probably have something else to do, something a lot more cosmically significant than simply listening to us.

But, you say, if it is God, then he’d understand anything, right?

OK, I was trying to make a different point, other than the guy’s omnipotence, something more along the lines of the powerlessness of the human condition, so please grant me a degree of poetic license there.

Anyway, all very academic.

As my grandfather used to say “If I had wheels, then I’d be a tram“. Nobody goes anywhere with IFs…

I have been away for a long time since I started this. But I haven’t been somewhere else, somewhere other than where I tend to spend my daily life. It is not a where, the place where I’ve been. It was more like a state of mind. I was busy in the head, too many hardships, too many distractions. Life is such a waste of time, really…or actually most of the segments of the lives we live, are somehow, I feel, wasted. That’s a better way to put it, I think. Because don’t get me wrong: life can be wondrous and full of colour, at times even bliss. But the absolute mad-bastard way we live, the absurd form society has been shaped into, with all of the false prophets leading us all like blind Lemmings, and the God Money ruling us completely, well, it leads us all to run around in circles constantly. All of us chasing our tails. Some of us for an entire lifetime, even. Round and round the big Hamster Wheel.

But never mind me.

I am simply here, talking shiite to the wind (shiite as in shit, but with a Scottish-sounding inflection – not sure why Scottish, probably ’cause they sound great…so there).

I like it like that, I guess. Being alone, talking to the wind. The wind is a great listener. And I just said like twice in the same sentence. Horrible English, I know.

Kanske jag maste prata svensk.

I don’t want to correct that. See how bad my Swedish got. I could check google translate, but then that’d be slightly insincere. Criticize Google, then use it. I know I cannot add that odd little ball on top of “A” in maste, and i remember that it is then pronounced something like moste, so that little ball turns the A into O.

Na…couldn’t resist Google, there: måste

Kanske jag måste prata svensk.

But the line I kind of remembered alone.

O quizas tendria que hablar Castellano……o pourquoi pas, parler Francais, un p’tit peu…δύο λέξεις στα ελληνικά? Italiano troppo facile…

Fu fufu farafu.

Salamander, salamander, salamander. Quoque tu Brute, fili me.

I forgot how splendid it is to play with words. The real fabric of the mind.

Or is it?

Fabric of the Mind.

Because I feel that it is this way, but then there are things that are inexplicable with words. How would you describe the encounter with a vastly superior alien being that invades your mind? (Funny example, I know..)

How would you describe colours in spectra that we never experienced? Like how some animals see, or how our retinas would capture light on a planet orbiting around a star that is not the sun. Quantum physics, which is as fascinating as it is abstruse and distant from our daily experience, and always hard to understand, for me at least, struggles at times in giving audiences a proper syntax to demonstrate highly abstract mathematical concepts.

OK, so I seem to be the King of Waffling today.

I feel that I should stay on topic, answer or continue to elaborate on the streams of thought I started well over a year ago. Or, actually, waaay before that, in my head.

Briefly, where it was all going:

Ternary vision:

Neo-Teknik Renaissance
Post-Industrial Humanism
Pendularism of Thought

So, propose a renaissance period for our technological stance, where it is all about technology, but as I said a Neo-Teknik Renaissance, something that has a soul. So, do not forget the Arts, feed the spirit too, or human beings are simply going to revert back to the beasts that are destroying our planet. Why do you think Leonardo was a brilliant archetype for a scientist (engineering, anatomy), but also a wicked artist??? So, that is also why Humanism. Humanistic period was called that because it was like a marriage between the two.

Pendularism of Thought is perhaps a bit of a stretch. I meant by that, give a shape to your ideas, no, try to take all that is good from any possible direction or source, even undignified ones.

So, even when a good concept comes from a period of history with highly censored content, like communism, that went so wrong in so many countries, why not use the parts of it that make sense?

Humanity seems severely allergic to re-usable good concepts.

And a fore-word here. This does not make me a communist. I am not. As I said before, wouldn’t it be nice to be super partes? And so here is the concept. Create the Kevin11 of political ideas. Do not incorporate the bad stuff, leave that at the front door, but do take some of the stuff that is actually not so bad. A sort of political recycling. Like a Frankenstein, but build for good, not a terrorizing presence.

Nobody does it!

Fervent believers in western liberalism hate the ghost of Marxism. It’s the worst of bad words. I agree that communism has brought incredible misery to many parts of the planet. If you dissect it, seriously, you can come out winning: leave out the burning of books, the destroying of casts and religions, the upheaval of society but keep the re-distribution of wealth.

By the same token, you cannot tell a Green that there are some ideas coal-idolizers have done right. No, all petroleum-soaked, fat cats have to burn.

Why?

Why can we not merge ideas?

Get the good stuff from each side. Actually, from all sides.

Get whatever good idea was practically working at some point in time and try to make it work with another one that came from a period of complete political antithesis.

Communism.

Or would you prefer to call this socialism, the single word that cost Bernie Sanders his political aspirations of making it to the White House?

Another word, entrenched in fear and suspicion across the entire US of A. Amazing, that someone, anyone can be so terrified of a word, that he/she is not even prepared to listen to what it actually means.

And again, I am not a socialist. But what is wrong with making all social classes able to spend a fruitful and meaningful life?

Why can we not recycle some of these concepts and unify them into a sort grandiose rebirth of the human spirit?

No violence!!!

There would be no need for it in an equal world, now would it?

Why do you need what your neighbors have, if you already have it?

Usually, a political thought is not evil. It is the human implementation of that thought that has the potential to become evil.

I don’t remember the whole thing, but I read the Communist Manifesto at some point. Nobody in it mentioned Gulags and extermination of dissidents. Nobody said to incarcerate all of your political enemies and although it was fairly fierce in some part about change, what to do with religion, old casts, etc. there were no instructions for what Stalin or Mao did.

No! man came up with that! Very very bad men.

Stalin. Mao. Pol Pot, just to name a few. Political players. Very very bad men.

One paranoid, the second one unbalanced by the wrongs of history, the third…completely insane. They all committed atrocities.

For different reasons.

Not here to analyze them.

I want to analyze the process itself.

The French revolution was a messy and bloody affair too, but it brought about a change that had long been needed.

Am I invoking sedition?

NOPE!

I am saying why don’t we all grow up and before the blood starts flowing again, analyze what went wrong in all of these cases? Build a solution that does not advantage only a few?

That is because I think that some of the ideas behind some of what some people did, weren’t wrong; they just ended up being bundled up with all of the other wrong ideas the same people had. But nowadays just the mention of the C word is political suicide if you are in the race. Or socialism. Same thing, the base ideas are not bad. What is wrong with sharing and giving more to those in need??? Why base the entire world on inequality? What other goal does that have apart from making a few very very rich?

Now, this does not mean that I am a communist or a socialist. But I would take some of their concepts and re-apply them somewhere.

And this applies to many areas.

Why not gather all the good ideas and join them? In other words, take the best ideas humanity has or had, then try to mix them together to reshape the world.

With wisdom, kindness and respect!!!

I repeat: with wisdom, kindness and respect.

Without wanting to screw someone over every step of the way.

Why not shoot for the stars?

Even Mussolini and Hitler had some good ideas.

But can you say that?

Of course not!!! Oh my God, he’s a Nazi!!!

Nope.

I’m simply saying: Mussolini was the first European leader to come up with a national institute for workers pensions.

Now…is that a bad idea????

Nope.

It’s a damn good idea!!

Up to that point, poor workers that died in an accident had to rely on the generosity of other workers families to all chip in when and if tragedy struck. There were no social parachutes or other social guardrails , there was only what other poor people could do for…more poor people.

Hitler.

Mm…OK perhaps he didn’t have too many good ideas…but in all fairness, the man was almost always on drugs. I mean…nobody ever says that.

His stupid fat doctor prescribed him with cocaine for common colds and injected the most powerful amphetamine known to man into his veins quite regularly, together with vitamins and other rubbish…granted, he was insane…but perhaps drugs didn’t help, now did they?

But people don’t like talking about that….nobody stops for a second to say I wonder if…no c**t, he was just a c**t…is all he was. Quite possibly. Quite possibly. But there can be no discussion. No open debate. Just the mere mentioning of the name sends people into a frenzy.

Who am I to judge, right? Of course he was…could I ever say otherwise?

But the whole of Germany was in the grip of a first, crazed wave of chemical innovation initiated by their own 1930s version of Big Pharma. Pervitin was in the middle of a mass production like the world had never seen before, their blitz krieg was fought on the crest of a mass production and distribution to the troops of panzer chocolate, which contained the said highly addictive substance. The whole of Germany was on drugs.

Udet, their head of the Luftwaffe, a man who should have been born a bird, who loved flying and only just simply wanted to fly, and supported innovation in the field, fed-up with relations with the Nazi party, and cornered by his involvement in operation Barbarossa, redecorated his study room with his own blood and grey matter, about a month before Christmas 1941. He blew his brains out, drunk and high on pervitin. Some transcripts confirm that he was addicted to pervitin a the time, like many of the high ranking officers in the German armed forces of the time.

Oh sorry, but not Goering. No. Goering was addicted to morphine instead.

You see…?

These people needed rehab, but they had no idea this was even a word at the time.

Mm…

Wisdom, kindness and respect…if only everyone used those 3 things always…who knows?

But what really gets to me is the fact that politics has become a game where you have to smear excrement onto your opponent at all cost. And so…soon enough everyone looks like an excrement. Everyone is dirty. In this fractured world, there is no calm, wise discussion about what to do next.

That is what I mean by super partes. Above the factions. The Absolute Impartial Judge. Someone should be able to fly high above all of this mayhem of fake media and all of that rubbish, above the pettiness of all current world leaders, all of them, or at least the most powerful ones, still stuck in their view of the world as if it was still the beginning of the 19th century. Conquer. Expand. Make new islands. Make new enemies. Fight old enemies.

What absolute nonsense!!!

How can they not see that the worst enemy of humanity is…a smaller part of humanity!?

Homo homini lupus.

Man is man’s wolf.

There is no worse monster.

No worse enemy.

The enemy comes, and always has from within.

And so, these numbnuts, these retards who rule our world should take a good look at themselves.

In fact how did we even get to have them at all???

Ah…history. Of course.

A complicated, long history of hilarious (what am I saying?) a history of hysterical errors…a global human tragicomedy.

A fat, huge, benign God should fall down from the higher skies and drag them all by the ear to the Cosmic Principal to get detention.

‘This lot’ he should say ‘did not understand a single word when you were teaching them about what is important for humanity!’

And then: ‘1000 years in the hole!’

Getting carried away…

That is what I mean when I say why not unite all good ideas and use those to go forth.

Work on the future, on global warming, on the elimination of plastic from our industrial cycles, on finding a common, better way to make vaccines, on the redistribution of wealth, on the elimination of money from the economy, with the strength and discipline of the 1930s German Army, the flair and artfulness of a 19th century French painter or poet, the determination and survival skills of an American trapper , the virility and epic sense of an Italian tenor, the c’est-la-vie musical attitude of a Mexican Mariachi , the industriousness of a Chinese silk trader, the social awareness of a Swedish or Icelandic leader, but mostly and mainly…with the zen-like attitude of Siddhartha Gautama. Without drugs, of course. Just determination. Just the willingness to help other people. To make the world a better place. Use the good stuff from the past. Recycle them. The fact that some crazy bastard used that idea does not mean the idea is bad itself!!!

Ideas don’t kill! Men do.

OK, this is getting way too long.

Didn’t know it was going this way when I started.

But then who does?

In a way I feel that I started this to speak to young people, kids, teenagers, ’cause, well, kids are our future, and because I have a couple of those. Kids, in full and raging teenage-dom. So, because of that, the last person they listen to is me. But perhaps at some point , I may be able to reach others, if these two in particular really want nothing to do with what I say.

I often feel like I say stuff for people to read it in the year 3000. If humanity still exists. People around me just never get what I am trying to say. Bliss and curse at once.

POSTILLA

Now I am aware of the 2 big acronyms dominating the news these days. COVID19 and BLM. Both very serious. Both very important. In completely different ways. I’m trying to stay above these things, for now. Of course I do sympathize with each and every human being in danger of dying from disease, or with any human being that has ever been mistreated. But this is not why I’m here punching on a keyboard. COVID, or for some just another Corona virus strain, is a different story altogether but again, not what I am getting at here. Although I do have something to say about that. Perhaps another time.