BEING IN DEATH

About Mexican greatness

When talking about politics there is always a plus of signifiers that is not said, and that they say more than what is spoken. A plus of signifiers that go in the opposite direction of our rational discourse, making coherence and accuracy impossible in the affairs of the collective objectivity of human nature, if this is possible.

The subject constructs in its privacy the issues of the public rex, always trying to make interdiction in the speech of the other to make possible their individual demand and invest and achieve the enjoyment of momentary completeness, even at the semantic level, which is perverse in a subject that involves the concept of the collective and the social.

In a dialogue of the deaf, this happens and the affairs of the community and the polis, and of every collective institution, religion, State, family, etc, are built up; a communication where the intention is always to be an emitter, and the listening is postponed to a later time, as a simple promise or vision of the future, that is where the reality is interwoven with the imaginary and the personally desired.

We can not circumscribe the new reading of human nature from a topological perspective, thinking that this is evolution and social and human development, so this fatality is of some and others is not, no !, all human collective settlements they end up being ordered and configured from that interdiction that is not typical of a collective thought operation, so it should not surprise us that the ego disease is endemic and incurable, even when the survival of the human species is endangered, only in this way we can explain, how even in the face of the obvious of the entropic behavior of humanity we can not stop it, and how the reality of man is his incessant passionate and excessive struggle against his rationalist and ethical romantic image.

That ego disease, the narcissus that dwells in us, silenced us, using our bodies to enslave, our language to build their collective private paradises, a disease that has made the dialogue really a sonorous and strident monologue.

Also called the disease of power, even recognizing that it inhabits us, some time ago we could domesticate it and make it an accomplice of the construction of this human world, the world of suckling, where the other, the congener did matter and was protected, a unforgettable and idyllic beginning as the paradise of Adam and Eve, where we began to mourn the death of the other, to lull him to birth, to reassure him of the trauma of birth, of that imprint of noises, colors, voices, and flavors that frightened that small body without a word (in-fante), born prematurely, with weak senses, with a prolonged childhood, and a long learning to be with itself, and together among equals to be able to resolve from that helplessness, and with the help of a big brain, the obstacles that survived in the beginning, and later, living in society.

There must have been a time when we stopped talking to each other, and we started the fight because our speech was the only talk, maybe that foundation had to have two moments, one, the time of the community and the other, and two, the time of the singular and yourself.

Even loading in our genetics the self-destruction, of living together the principle of reality and pleasure with the all powerful principle of death in the same times and space, the destiny could not be other than to live with that contradiction and always end up being dragged by Dionisio , by the drunkenness of the first experience of completeness that has triggered us in that quest to be in death.

But we still insist and want to change our well-known destiny, and we propose repeated formulas for life and known how to make possible the permanence of the elements indispensable for social cohesion, and preserve our vainglorious condition of rational and community.

Mexico lives a moment of daydreams and desires, perhaps because the death drive treasures us and petrifies, and becomes more evident, perhaps because we are traveling with the same actors to places we would like others, the freedom and tranquility of being with others without fearing that it becomes a deadly relationship, that of trust and the indifference to interfere in the responsibility of knowing that those issues are also of everyone, and that letting a single language that spoke have left us speechless and in danger, although we keep thinking and feeling that with a single action (voting) is enough.

I think that in that failure to notice, in letting another great language speak for us is the real danger of our failure as a weak society, of our hope to be strong. The madness has to be shared in the facts, the desire must be translated into community action, and be aware that the only future with positive certainty is in that madness of two, where there is no possibility that it is only one.

The late modern or postmodern times, have always demanded new letters, or at least, the rearrangement or change of perspectives with the same letters of while the new schizophrenic geniuses of that immolated mass of neurotics that are the common place.

That is why there is no need to remember what has constituted the birth point of that madness of two, the symbolic framework that today seems to inevitably collapse, and in that remember to delay the time of final destruction, the return to the inanimate, maternal belly

Eighty years of the "perfect dictatorship" in Mexico, and against a backdrop of a century of "democratic mirage", have not been able to bring out the best of the Third Cosmic Race, the birth has been slow and traumatic, and its development unhealthy and weak, so sit down on the couch is urgent and necessary to discover our greatness, our messianic and paradigmatic identity, mexicanidad (miscegenation), our point of support.

But this postponed greatness is in danger of never being if we are not able to take advantage of this moment of transition, which implies anthropological, philosophical, topological and demographic vision, and humanistic coherence of all the actors that can contribute in the construction of the greatness of the world mexicanidad.