The fallen angels

 

Ruptures and counter-ruptures, the symbol of our times, at any rupture due to the exhaustion of the social and political model, a counter-rupture or counterforce appears as a general rule that resists until the impossible, leaving a trail of dead ideals, decomposed forms. , frozen civilized manners, exclusive to rituals when sharing food, and even, the "self" is disfigured in faces remorseful and deformed by frustrations and excessive thirst for power. The case comes that there is no time to elaborate narratives as antithesis to the victorious narrative, and they take refuge in "the word thing-sa", a psychological mechanism as a substitute for the symbolic, there are no intelligences that elaborate new narratives, and for that, they must appeal to words that represent, at least in their reduced representation of “the real”, tacitly, “destroying blows” to discredit the current chain of signifiers. 

Politics trapped in the compulsion to repeat, far removed from the origin of the concept that represented “the goods of the city”, and the ethical act of “good government”, petrifies as a perverse instrument for the maintenance of power. Thus we see, on the one hand, the political act appealing to the Greek ideals of "the polis", education for life in the city, "public affairs"; and on the other hand, plunged into the slavery of reason to the will, to the humors, for this reason, "pure reason" is incompatible with politics and public power, since politics stems from " pure reason” as an argumentative narrative to immediately operate autonomously as “practical reason”. 

This qualitative leap can be translated as the birth of "pure power", which is characterized by building a scaffolding of self-referencing, which enables its permanence in time through the intertwining of necessary subjects that handle the same argumentative narrative, now dog-mas. immanent of "pure power", thus we see politics slide from that "pure reason" in its origin, towards "practical reason" as subsistence of the process that is always intended to be ad infinitum, the revolutionary leap that marks any rupture of a The process of “pure power” never preserves the contents of “pure reason” as a background, rather than as translinguistic rhetoric losing all argumentative coherence, “flatus vocis” predominates and an unsuccessful attempt to spells of the language in the form of exorcization, taking out "the hidden demons" to introduce the "other demons". 

It is not fortuitous that for more than 2000 years we have continued with the concepts that the Greek world inherited from us about the public and the private, and 337 years ago, with the theoretical superstructure, as the only philosophical system of human nature, the illustration; With this reduced number of concepts, democracy, freedom, law, equality, tolerance, the state, rational-irrational, happiness, good-bad, we have composed our tragic scene that today shows off its contradictions in all its splendor, and the myths that He asked us to distrust Nietzsche, they make us look pathetic and lost, and we need to shuffle them to return to "believe" in humans and feel masters of our destiny. 

Politics, the supposed instrument to organize life in society, is shameless and presents its true oppressive dimension, since it is nothing other than the art of how to preserve power and perpetuate the "dominant male" at the top of the pyramid. of power, it can be singular as plural, democratic dictator, dominant political class, democratic king, or ideological system of a single party. The outbursts of geopolitics situate the West in its obscurantist democratic prayer, and strip the East in its dimension of power for power's sake. Neither the first has been enough to create a non-entropic world, and the second, bets on entropy as a political catechism.

The whole is reflected in its parts and the parts reflect the fullness of the whole, there is no way to hide that law, no way to change it for the universal singularity of the chaos of the individual parts. I wish it were not like that, I would like to believe again in the constitutive myths, but critical reason does not admit dogmas or absolutes. 

Starting from “the relative” as the point of healing from where all human experience must sprout, at least our birth to self-awareness and awareness of the other would be less traumatic. But no, we insisted on going back in our own steps to recreate what united us and made us see ourselves as brothers, or at least, "the other" mattered to the extent that it represented a refuge from our loneliness and our ontological solipsism.

We are ontologically alone beings, there is no way for "the other" to see with our own eyes, at least without forcing us to see what "the other" sees, nor for us to exist through the "other", at least if our bodies allow the sensation through the fiction of completeness in provisional death. 

I have thought that there was a mythical moment when we stopped "holding hands" and we did not realize it, we believed that the sensation of the warmth of the "other"'s hand was eternal, and we thought that we were still holding hands , without knowing we made fiction realities, and we built an artificial world where we were different from owls, deer and wild boars, we built laws far from those of nature, and invade other people's territories, and we became the dominant species. 

We believed the work of man was completed, that no script was missing to describe "what we are", but we also hid our sensory limitations, with a telescope we thought we saw more than the eagle and the mantis shrimp, and if something was missing we supplied it with our imagination. comics or the seventh art, and now with the digital world. It seemed that everything had been at our feet, and we got lost in language, even though the network of signifiers is limited. 

The crusade for the holy places allowed the West to be steps ahead of other civilizations, and colonization using its conceptual and mystical instruments, Judeo-Christian evangelization and enlightenment, were essential for world domination. But we chose, if we could, the ascetics as our guides and leaders. 

Today when everything is turned upside down, the forces of arms rumble and those pedantic vociferations of our enlightened perorations are heard as whispers and distant murmurs of other times, also distant, we appeal again to our constitutive myths, law, democracy, equality, standing on top of a pile of dead, those caused by the final solution of the West, as by the world and regional wars of the rearrangements of the new world orders. 

The discussion about the marriage between politics and the economy that we refused to divorce, that perhaps they never got married, since the neoliberal system was a false priest who officiated an illegal wedding, went to the background. Now the brute force (pure power) that used reason to invent weapons that kill you without you noticing, like some soldiers in the trench without realizing that a drone is observing them and sends the coordinates for a howitzer hit them without them noticing. 

The war in Ukraine, the surreal case of the staging of a play that the simplicity of its plot announces its tragic end, we all knew that those 120,000 dead Ukrainians (and mercenaries) and others less Russian could have been alive among us, but the comedian Zelensky did not know it, despite the fact that the American satellites sent the information of the accumulation of Russian troops on the Ukrainian border in real time, and the threat of the Slavic Putin was certain that he would not allow their entry into NATO, since it meant having on the largest border with the West, missiles aimed at Moscow. 

It's been almost a year since Russia's invasion of Ukraine, and we see the results of the invasion, a devastated Ukraine, a Europe plunged into uncertainty at the expense of Uncle Sam's protection, and we still see more die human beings for "democracy and freedom", a Zelensky ordering his troops as Hitler did at the end of World War 2, not to back down and be a martyr to his ideals and honor. For my homeland my spirit will speak! 

And the enlightened ideals have served for exploitation, slavery, and for extermination, the orders of the West have been clear, to wear down the Russian Slavic enemy, and for this, they have to sacrifice Ukraine, and they used a fanatic nationalist, who does not hesitate to submit to the orders of the western empire, Ukraine puts the dead, its cities and towns, and the West the weapons, diplomacy does not matter, that is why the American collective imagination does not hesitate to treat Zelenski as the awaited hero, and Netflix produce for him, in the middle of the war, a documentary in the purest American style, sending David Letterman to kyiv to interview Zelenski, and preparing in a part of the kyiv Metro, as a set with all the characteristics of a live program, even with an audience, jokes, and questions so that Zelenski can shine. And above the subway, the alarms of possible Russian bombings sound, a necessary setting to make the interview with Zelenski more credible and interesting, and he, like “a fish in the water”, develops like every actor he has always been, justifying the suffering and thousands of Ukrainian deaths for the old and worn enlightened ideals, freedom, democracy and law.

And not content with that pathetic and tragic Netflix documentary by Zelenski, the new western hero personally travels to the US to ask for more weapons and is received in the US parliament as a historical figure, and not as the puppet that is of the interests of the American empire, it reminds me when they received Guaidó, the character they invented to destroy the Chavista government of Maduro in Venezuela, and who in a short time has been forgotten according to the interests of the Empire, we'll see where Zelenski is when he no longer serves him to the American Empire. 

How many atrocities have we humans done for our fictions, for separating the nome from the phy-sis, how much suffering we have inflicted on ourselves for our enlightened ideals, and continue to do so, how clumsy and weak we are to pretend to be above biology, but the shadows of the cave are now more terrifying, and the immensity that surpasses our senses makes us take refuge in our bars from the marks of our bodies. 

Rest in peace western civilization.