domingo, 9 de mayo de 2021

Edward Snowden

Has vivido una vida intrascendente, y lo sabes. Te han hecho creer lo contrario? 
Tal vez los listos no lo son, porque creen que serlo es rebasar límites. Y lo es, pero propios.
Edward Snowden es posible. 
En ciertos temas debes elegir el lugar menos malo. Y actuar. 
Que no te vean. 
Pero que lo sufran. 
Deceiving people is easy, getting them to accept that they have been deceived is almost impossible.

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Engañar a la gente es algo fácil,  lograr que acepten que han sido engañados es algo casi imposible.

lunes, 13 de abril de 2020

That "this lesson that is going through is leading us to profound change!"

 "Nothing will ever be the same!"

 "We will value the fragility of the human condition and therefore we will respect it!"  , etc.


 It is not surprising the absence of historical memory especially if you are scared, crying out to your god, even if it is in lower case, more serious if it is in capital letters.  Shares sharply on the rise of faith sellers with their "paidofilias" (to put it mildly), banks, and the like.


 As in the Twin Towers, a good percentage of "humanity" does not experience it in the same way, but see for example the trends of Twitter "hashtag" in the world and by countries.

 In any case, the "human condition", if there is something like that, since everyone is different and these concepts tend to flatten the differences, not for nothing, the "human condition" generally hangs between the most abject misery and the most sublime greatness  .  And even in the same individual: an executioner, in another scene he is a loving and considerate father.


 What will undoubtedly happen in many places is that finally, in an almost perfect move, they will be able to muzzle people, take them by the rope and release them a little and adjust it a little more.


 "And the thing is that people are dying!"

 We exclaimed hysterically, undoubtedly more concerned with our skin than with our freedom.


 Yes, the sun moves, watch it!


 "What! Earth is spinning !?


 Stupid fool!


 And yes, the bad news: people die.  Always.


This macabre game, if they go wrong, and they know it, that's why they're radical, will destroy powers that seem invincible.  But they are not, it is obvious, so the act is desperately planned.  The USSR fell.  Who would have said it in 1985?

 Nothing "has to be this way".  There can always be the surprising, as it is today.


 Where danger is born, what saves is also born.

De las promesas temporales y otros actos de fe.


Que "¡esta lección por la que está pasando nos lleva hacia un cambio profundo!" 
"¡Nada volverá a ser igual!"
"¡Valoraremos la fragilidad de la condición humana y por ello la respetaremos!" , etc.

No es de extrañar la ausencia de memoria histórica sobre todo si estas asustado, clamando así a tu dios, aunque sea con minúsculas, más serio si es con mayúsculas. Las acciones bruscamente en alta de los vendedores de fe con sus "paidofilias" (por decirlo suave), bancos y afines. 

Como en las Torres Gemelas, un buen porcentaje de la "humanidad" no lo vive de igual manera, sino vean por ejemplo las tendencias de "hashtag" de Twitter en el mundo  y por países.
En todo caso, la "condición humana", si hay algo así, pues cada quien es diferente y estos conceptos tienden a achatar las diferencias, no por nada, la "condición humana" generalmente pendula entre la miseria más abyecta y la grandeza más sublime. Y hasta en el mismo individuo: un verdugo, en otra escena es una padre cariñoso y considerado.

Lo que sin duda sucederá en muchos lugares es que por fin, en una jugada casi perfecta, lograrán ponerle el bozal a la gente, tomarlos de la cuerda y liberarlos un poco y ajustarla un tanto más.

"¡Y es que la gente se está muriendo!"
Exclamamos histéricamente sin duda preocupados más por nuestro pellejo que por nuestra libertad.

¡Sí,  el sol se mueve, míralo!

"¡Qué! ¿¡La Tierra gira!?

¡Estúpido, necio!

Y sí, la mala noticia: la gente muere.  Siempre.

Este juego macabro, si les sale mal, y lo saben, por eso son radicales, destruirá a poderes que parecen  invencibles. Pero no lo son, es obvio, por ello el acto planificadamente desesperado. LA URSS cayó. ¿Quién lo hubiera dicho en 1985?
Nada "tiene que ser así". Siempre puede existir lo sorprendente, como es esto hoy.

Ahí donde nace el peligro, nace también lo que salva.

viernes, 10 de abril de 2020

The cocoon of the butterfly.

When someone leaves, what remains has to do with him, but not anymore. Like the cocoon that is abandoned by the butterfly.
I'm not sure what the butterfly is, if it is. But what I am sure of is that the one who left is no longer there and what remains is the cocoon.
 As Constantine Cavafis said in his poem:

 We said goodbye for a week
 I didn't know that those seven days
 They were going to last a lifetime
 You never know
 When are you saying goodbye.

 And this is not to be overwhelmed by grief or anguish.
 On the contrary, it is to appreciate the unrepeatable present, the people and moments that we take for granted.
 The haze is not knowing if you are going to be alive the next minute, if that bombardment is going to hit your shelter;  or that tomorrow they will invade the place where you live and you don't know what will become of you or yours, and it happens, and you die and everything ends or you are a prisoner and your family rejects;  or strangers come and kidnap you and yours, separate you from your people and insolently enslave you;  or you're in your barrack, they say they take them to take a bath, but you realize that something is wrong, you take your daughter's hand and they lead you there until, inside, everyone shudders and twists desperate for the gases  ;  or you walk through a market in Kabul buying your food, when suddenly everything breaks and explodes, with pieces of bodies and screams ..;  Or you see someone sleeping on the street in the doorway, angry, abandoned and the best thing you can think of is taking some photos.

 And you think you have problems and you sink into your little anguish!



La mariposa y el capullo.

Cuando alguien se va, lo que queda tuvo que ver con él, pero ya no. Como el capullo que es abandonado por la mariposa.
No estoy seguro de qué es la mariposa, si es. Pero de lo que estoy seguro es de que, el que se fue, ya no está y lo que queda es el capullo.
Como decía en su poema Constantino Cavafis:

Nos despedimos por una semana
No supe que esos siete días
Iban a durar para toda la vida
Uno nunca sabe
Cuándo está diciendo adiós.

Y esto no es para abrumarse por la pena o la angustia.
Todo lo contrario, es para apreciar el presente irrepetible, a las personas y momentos que damos por sentados.
La bruma es no saber si vas a estar vivo al siguiente minuto, si ese bombardeo va a atinar en tu refugio; o que mañana invadirán el lugar donde vives y no sabes qué será de ti ni de los tuyos, y sucede, y mueres y se acaba todo o eres prisionero y tu familia desecha; o llegan unos extraños y te secuestran a ti y a los tuyos, te separan de tu gente y con insolencia te esclavizan; o estás en tu barraca, dicen que los llevan a darse un baño, pero te das cuenta que algo no va bien, tomas la mano de tu hija y te conducen hacia allá hasta que, dentro, todos se estremecen y retuercen desesperados por los gases; o caminas por un mercado en Kabul comprando tu comida, cuando de pronto todo se quiebra y estalla, con trozos de cuerpos y gritos..; o ves en la calle a alguien durmiendo en un portal, íngrimo, abandonado y lo mejor que se te ocurre es tomarle unas fotos.

¡Y crees que tienes problemas y te hundes en tu pequeña angustia!



From faith sellers and their allies. The evil is inside?



For how long have we psychologists known that we have studied Freud and his antecedents, that suggestion individually achieves not only emotions, but ideas identified as perceptions, that is to say as real, there in the world and in one.

 And that is thanks to the contraptions of the manipulation of what Freud called the system of perception / consciousness, which allows hypnotic states to be generated and their credible, indubitable effects for those who live them.

 This action aimed at influencing perceptions and undoubtedly actions, individually has its form, but in the social field, that same induction program takes on a special power since it is replicated from many positions.  It is no longer just the inductor and its structure, but there are replicants who assume that role as they are also addressed by the slogans.

 I am convinced that Freud would have another look, of suspicion, about this coronavirus, social isolation and its noble causes.  There are his writings on culture.

 But it is as if they were not, at this time when the project of "do not think, consume" is established.  Certainly in a new phase.

 A look of suspicion as Foucault's would be, or Lacan's irony.  Which leads me to say that the world is almost devoid of people who have made their lives and what they have been developing, a consistent reference to think on the other side of the status quo.  Although Foucault questioned the idea of ​​author and work, because this idea supposes a certain voluntarism and forgets that there is a social plot that produces thought.

 Today the social fabric has committed suicide by associating itself with what moves the hello of technology.  They say that they are the innocent algorithms, among other things, that they are there for our good.  So much consideration should worry.

 And just as when we see the magician on television, with a large audience, all extras, the statue of La Libertad disappears "before our eyes" and we wonder in surprise how he did it!  The question itself is naive: it is a trick!

 But there are those who do not see it.

 And in part they don't see it because of the prestige and faith in science.  The new faith with its apostles.

 Those apostles, just as in the ecclesiastical nomenclature, it is not the same to be a village priest than to be a cardinal;  those of us in the major leagues of science, let's open our eyes!  they are mercenaries.

 Who was behind the investigation of toxic gases for warlike uses in the first world war?  Who designed the atomic bombs used in Japan?  Who in their arrogance, who do not care to hide, play with genes for all kinds of things?

 They and the interests that finance them, do you think they do it for the love of knowing?

 Pride that you will lose them.  "Where danger arises, what also saves is born," Heidegger quoted Hölderling, in his question about technology.


 "Evil is within"?


 The proud close relative of indifference.  The absence of questioning his motives.

 Their gadgets that take them seriously, obviously.

 The thread of his power is the same as that of his weakness.

 Simple historical memory: brilliant Leonardo da Vinci is true, however look at his wartime gadget designs.  There is always a gauge and those who allow themselves to be gauged in the name of “science”.

 There will be the naive who see a Prometheus but what I see is Evil;  I do not want to name it so as not to induce a misunderstanding that increases the actions already on the rise, of the sellers of faith who participate in the treat.

 Chaos implies an unclear logic.  We name our inability to explain "chaos": the real as the impossible to be symbolized but which is there as a lack.

 With Plato let's say:

 Quod est videre per speculum in obumbratio.