It is a time of wars raging around the world, a time of grim truths that nothing is permanent, and that humanity, in its determination to never be at peace for a moment, is constantly heading towards destruction, devastation, and the mass suffering of millions of people. As if that is all that remains of all we know, we are floating on a raft beneath which the jaws of demonic creatures are visible, threatening at any moment to devour us with their greedy, insatiable jaws. We are no longer at all sure what sustains us and why, how this universe tolerates so much mindlessness and wanton wickedness, the loss of every shred of humanity. While summer moves towards its zenith, while we prepare for annual vacations, while we fantasize about justice and freedom, dream about love and tenderness, somewhere all hope collapses, children are satirized who have not breathed even the first sighs of the knowledge that they are and exist, the sun has not even warmed them as it should, and they are already left to the earth to be eternal dust of a dark conscience and meat that is sacrificed for the sake of the wild Azrael of neoliberal capitalism that does not he can calm down in his need to devour everything, to swallow every individual that does not obey and submit to him. On the one hand, all abundance and abundance, on the other, mere hopelessness and misery.
What people do to each other, so that some die and others live in every luxury, is unknown to any other living being on Earth. Only man eradicates his own species at all costs, cloaking himself in ideological and religious phantasms, beneath which lies nothing but the bare need to rule, to oppress others, to rob, to rob, to take what does not belong to him. Because there is always little, always something more is needed from us, for someone else's nothing. Only when war comes and everything becomes meaningless, do we see how illusory all our needs are. How little everything is, how insufficient everything is. And yet, perhaps that child hiding in the basements of Gaza is happier today than we who have everything. Because we are deluded in our self-sufficiency, blinded by the need to possess, to buy, to satisfy our urges and animal instincts, while he struggles to build his tower in the sand without steel and fire. Even when the wind and waves destroy it, his joy will be to build it anew. In the substantial sense of humanity, it is our essence, within it lies everything we can never reach. Until everything we have is accessible to him, nothing has meaning, no taste, no color.
The latest news that we are frantically following, commenting on, and taking sides on these days, about yet another war that threatens to spill over into a catastrophic conflict with unforeseeable consequences, is not something that can leave us indifferent, although it mostly does not concern us. No matter how far we are from the hotbed, we are all repeatedly overwhelmed by this specter that constantly circles the planet, shifting our minds, leaving a devastation that is imprinted in the body of civilization like a crater that is impossible to fill with any content. In other words, everything is emptiness, a power that greedily and voraciously seeks to shift the poles and landmarks of human existence, making decisions to repeatedly produce tsunamis of sadness, rendering meaningless every achievement, every joy, and the possibility of stopping and taking a breath.
And now, as I write this, on various meridians and parallels, suffering and suffering stand as the only strongholds of life as we know it. The media image of all this is a depressing tape of content production that follows the suffering of others in real time. We participate in a global reality show where we cheer on the sides that shed blood and think that we are powerless, that we can do nothing. This is partially true, but as long as we agree to a great deception, no matter where we are, no matter what circumstances we exist in, the horrors will cyclically repeat themselves in their brutal reflection. We cannot do much, but we can each of us individually try to rethink our role and our contribution. Every morning when we wake up, we can make some decisions, how we will be better towards those who are next to us, show nobility towards animals, towards plants, towards everything that grows around us. Because fascism begins with small things, only later does it develop into a murderous machinery that drags us to the bottom. And we should not forget, everything that happens, is not the product of some higher forces, there are no otherworldly influences, it is our doing, everything we do, comes back to us like a boomerang and destroys us.
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