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republish a text released in 2003 and then dated references in the news, a little 'alone the rest. I hope.
It 's always harder to say something about the world or to himself. Because the world is not there, motionless, waiting for me, it moves. It is no longer a written text which only has a need for interpretation and language to tell the tale. But it is a fluid text in which I am immersed. I have a nice click here and there, the world appears to me as a space in which to discern truth from falsehood, but as scenarios in which constantly changing variables so the universe of issuers, the things that send signals simultaneously, but also, unexpectedly, one of the receivers, our heads are out of form, built on the axis of a sequential scan and criticism. The signs are transmitted in real time with a duration of exposure less than that required for the social brain decodeficarli consciously. There is a profound asymmetry between the flow of signals coming from the "world " and our cognitive ability to receive and organize them. Those arriving by direct or simulation, but instantaneous.
The war is not the war, the left is right, the innocent and guilty, pleasure is pain , and so on. All binary oppositions (true / false, real / unreal, rational / irrational, etc.) that had governed our mental world for centuries, mask, blend, overlap. At a rate much higher than our cognitive power. It takes a lot of energy to match the size of the world, to " format, and is often what the effort is nothing more than consuming . Lived with unhappiness by trying to adapt the collective mind, as it suffers a mental illness and an epidemic with no escape. From here, the congestion of communication, generating panic, depression, overload, anesthesia. All disorders of social cognition that are in the news in newspapers, in the most different and more desperate.
The "healing " seems to pass even through immersion total in the images from the world and the world are produced, no longer regarded as a guideline, but as the place of desire, of life. The death of Lady Diana taught us. The narrative of emotions, such as goods, they have no boundaries. Crying in London, in Tirana, or Saigon, the death of a British princess is not a fragment of a paradoxical existence. Globalisation is inside of desire and emotion, through conscience and deserts. Is the force that makes dreams mystical our society. Driving the boats across the seas and organizes the expectations of billions of human beings, in double-breasted blue or barefoot, does the same.
What seemed a mere display of images of figures in movement from one screen to another, it is not the representation of the world, but its production. The images are not painting the world from which to taste, look away, but the world is available, the floor area. The images are the world, put in place. And in this very constitution " real " determine the expected spread fear and psychosis, stimulate euphoria, which then fall under the law of supply and demand. No need to be an expert in international finance for understanding the nature once again, mystic and visionary of the evolution of stock exchange, monetary and economic crisis, and the inevitable " adjustments " economic , political and social changes that international organizations, governments, banks, political parties, media, and are proposing doing. The universe of signs that a superficial reading, is given as immaterial, purely abstract mental delirium of figures, are always converts to a hard consistency, opaque, materialissima, against which the lives are to beat. Whether the child's Thai to upper to 10 hours per day or the young and the young European eternal surplus labor available accessories and insignificant in the space of democracy. Even if you're the president of the United States you may find that loyalty to the dogma male "sperm is mine and I manage it " the universe is whisked electronic havoc on you and you making bizarre anywhere any ethical bodies.
With an order of reality as fluid, unstable, unreliable, it is easy to find another way of "healing." That 's I or of' origin.
The dream that would reconstitute itself through a primordial and foundational reorganization and unification peaceful purposes. A safe haven in which to stop for breath: The "real" reality and soothing compared to the "outside", moody and disturbing. A large arsenal of laws and guardians ego is made available to look for a pretext " in themselves."
Dietary regulations and hygienistic, ascetic psycho-physical, cosmetic soul, spiritual therapies, sexual panaceas, mental catechisms, for everyone, for all bags. Liturgies and rituals that define officiants, behavior, desire and expectations. As if I had a hole to fill a space to be restored, at the bottom of which is the real me, only the source and indestructible, the spiritual substance, the control room that, once found, would provide knowledge the world and orientation in it.
But the defect of all these tables of the law that the market offers kindness and care, is in the handle. They want exactly what they would like to heal, I am a mobile, able to test themselves, to choose, and transmigrate to convert all the time. Once I put in the mobility is revealed for what it is, a machine risky and far from rappacificante. As Paul Valery said " need to go in themselves to the teeth armatissimi . The myth of the interior squeaks and does not give what it promises. The self is discovered, too fluid and plural, as the world. The decision, the freedom you six enticed, they produce at night their debris, called displacement. And 'the dark side of the sanctity of the individual proclaimed by the West. But not all react differently to the contingency and variability of the fantasy world. There are those who sail in and through, but there are those who think " heal" is a niche to which they belong, pouring strong ties, (re) inventing traditions. The orgy of "identity " little town that haunts and academies, storyteller and people, Cabinet members and caretakers, theologians and proofreaders, is the answer to the terrible gap between the world and his imagination. The uprooting, the omnipotent image of the virtual world, producing demand protection from ' other , dall'estraneo variously defined and occasionally invented, after hostilities with all we know.
I have no idea how it is possible not to park in this double game that sees, on the one hand, only absorption in the mysticism of the existing, with its dogmatic and its ceremonial, and the other , the false refuge in the patronage of original identities and some 'mythical. What I think perspective is the realization that we are still on the frontier, and those not recognized are those more troubled. We are crossing borders on both our spiritual constitution and our social location. We all live on the edge of the exclusion, but it's hard to think of starting from the border and the margin. Thinking about the margin. We do not like the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing Marranos, that is defined by others and against our private rituals. Perhaps only the ubiquity of mind, which recognizes the precariousness of the border, can build nomadic subjectivity, but not stray. There is a dark world of our noble and aggressive universalism, to be told before all to ourselves. Fidelity to this contradiction is the first step to a thought is not uniform.
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