The living tissue of thought and self-knowledge

(oslobodjene.ba)

Looking at the scope of what has been happening in the regional framework in recent months, it is very easy to see that the vampirism of the rhetoric of the nineties is once again in force, in its dark manifestation, in which it is confirmed once again that everything that led to bloody wars, all the proclaimed ethno-national mythological phantasms, has not ceased to be valid for a moment, that it has not been given up, but is only waiting for a favorable moment to once again beat the same drums and blow the trumpets behind which the narcissism of small differences can be seen as an abyss of conflict and intolerance. True, global tendencies are certainly helping all this, the recomposition of power, whether we want to accept it or not, is also washing over our shores with its tidal wave, and we, in our inability to find a different framework for coexistence, accept it like obedient surfers and ride on what seems to have grown to our hearts. It's hard to expect that someone here has learned something from the past, history has never offered us anything worthwhile, we use it as a coin for pocket change and repetitively extract from that past experience the lowest passions of primordial ravages with which we hug ourselves like stinking gunk from the pen where we are warm and comfortable.

Hence the resurgence of blood and soil ideologies, on all our sides, which seek to build a present suitable for directing the masses on the crimes of the past, acts as the only means we know of, but in fact it is a very calculated system of symbols that those in power believe still have essential power and that move the masses. And that is not far from the truth, because masses of dehumanized and zombified people march across this land, beheaded in their ignorance of what is truly good for them. When you bring the population to the point of complete dehumanization, existential constriction in the daily struggle for survival, without any opportunity to escape the bottleneck of media darkness, then you have free and obedient minds with which you can do whatever you want. The systematic destruction of education, knowledge and culture, their reduction to traditionalist attachments of party castes, has brought us in these past three decades to a level of unthinkability, one that is unable to fight for itself outside the matrices of party-cratic directing. Essentially speaking, we have never reached the level of self-awareness that the strength lies in civil resistance, that it is possible to change things if we unite, talk, get out of the shackles of imposed opinions and actions.

The absence of real action, which would lead to a confrontation with the facts as they are throughout the former Yugoslavia, keeps us constantly powerless. Although flashes of something appear that testify to the possibility of a different, new path, they remain sidelined in the totality of the refusal to see what is at stake, what our key historical delays and mistakes are. If we look at the protests that are still ongoing in Serbia, we will see that the potential exists, but that it is often eroded by the inability of the masses to identify with something that is not a narrow national matter, because without overcoming these boundaries, we once again remain slaves unable to overcome the chains to which they are bound. Without the final abolition and destruction of even the smallest traces of the lies and paralies of ethnic superiority, with the necessity of accepting everything that has been done in our name in the past, without the deconstruction of every form of national pride, because it, no matter how deeply rooted in the heart, is a pure lie, there is no opportunity to step into the future and overcome, to cast aside the burden of the past that still coexists in every step of the present.

So, we are, and we will be, but in this current way if we are, we will disappear, we will be swallowed by our own stupidity, we will eat our tail, then our body, and then our head. And after that there will be nothing, everything will be in vain, all antiquity will melt like a snowflake in the boiling palm of time, we will be erased from the planetary map because we stood in front of the mirror in love with just one famous frame, failing to see that behind that initial display lies a whole abundance of possible directions that we were unable to comprehend and take. We should listen to ourselves, only ourselves, every collective feeling obscures cognition, salvation lies in individual voices that dialectically intertwine, creating a living tissue of thought that is impossible to string together and entrench in political deception for the sake of the comfort of a few caste families. We only live now, every legacy and every coming time are a difficult and uncertain element of fiction.