It all comes down to this.

Part IV

He rushed towards the cabin, blinded by a primal rage. The frenzy was vast as the night, he felt it all at once: anger, joy, sadness, duty, destiny and love- love for life. Love is life. Then it all went black. But still he could see, not with his eyes but with his mind; all his senses became one, smelling the colours, hearing the texture, it was a blur of stimuli that escapes description. An elusive, abstract interaction between his mind and the world outside, like if the wall that divides the self from the context became thinner and paler, eventually disappearing. He understood then, that he was being given a glimpse of the absolute perspective, the Aleph; god’s point of view. Yes, he was fighting the sage. And he was the sage, fighting the avatar of wilderness. He was both. He was non. He was everywhere because he was nowhere, ethereally embracing the endless void-losing himself, carried into the unexplored depths of the mind and the spirit. That was reality, unpolluted by the physical senses, free from the distortion of consciousness. Reality in its true form. All the sounds of all that exists, all the tones. Nothing was beautiful or ugly anymore.

Then silence.

-Where am I?
-You are in yourself.
-...who are you?
-I... am forever.

It was peaceful. It made sense. Nothing mattered. He was in presence of life Itself. The unique organism that makes up the multiverse. The fight was long over. Slowly, he was coming back to himself, to his own perspective; first the beast, then Jim again. He was standing in front of the Fire’s Shadow. She was had no longer haunting green eyes, ivory skin and golden hair. Both her hair and eyes were brown. She no longer had the angel-like aspect. And yet, he found her more beautiful than ever, she was real, she was believable. They held hands.

-Is it over?
-I don’t know.
-What.. what shall I do now?
-Well... you can kiss me, for a start.

He did. Then he heard her in his head.

-Close your eyes and jump.

He did.

Familiar sounds. People talking. Cars. He opened his eyes, and realised that he was once again sitting in a fast-food parlour, under a yellow and red umbrella, in the side of the street he always walked in the morning to catch the bus to work. The same street where he learned to ride a bike, 17 years ago. He was again Jim, having a burger. Something caught his attention and then he saw her, staring back at him from the other side of the street, holding a plastic bag full of groceries. He laid the burger on the table and emptied this wallet next to it as he stood up and rushed towards her.

-Ehh...um hi. You... could you...
-...Yes?
-Ok. Listen. This will sound strange. I think I know you.
-You don’t...
-Oh.
-...But you could. You can start by buying me coffee.
-Close your eyes and jump.
-What?
-Nothing, what kind of coffee do you like?

They walked down the street, and two blocks later, they were holding hands.

THE END

1881

Happy birthday, Pablo Picasso.

A total eclipse of the tart.

Part III

They ran in the darkness, through the fields. Then they got up a little hill, and Jim heard a wolf’s howling. He looked around and when he pulled her to start running again he felt resistance, and looking back saw the girl panting. She was sweating. And she was smiling. For the first time in her existence, someone took a risk for her. She was not quite sure why was she so happy; her existence with the Sage was bearable, but now future seemed uncertain. Such is the happiness of freedom. She took Jim and embraced him. Softly she whispered in his ear “Thank you...” Jim held her and got lost in her eyes. Then her sight changed suddenly, shifting from joy to sorrow. “Please, don’t... I am so sorry... I-“.

The Sage had turned the fire out.

Jim’s rage was beyond reason. And indeed, he felt that being without her was an outrage that required vengeance, a vengeance equally shift and brutal. Then his perception changed, he looked back and zoomed his sight towards the sage’s cabin, like a camera with a hundred amplifications, he even pierced through the wall and saw him; miserable, full of envy, secretly in love with the shadow of his fire but always to proud to admit it even to himself, he saw the sage lonely, filled with a cynical self contempt provided by countless nights of sleepless slumber; hateful, corrupted to the very roots of his spirit. Then Jim understood the secret revealed to him when he jumped out the window; true enlightenment lies within one’s spirit, and the super-consciousness needs not be forced, for life itself is a single entity, and all that lives is a part of it. Like disease, the Sage and his kin corrupted this, but even that was part of cosmic nature, where the dilution of ‘good’ and ‘evil’ have no meaning.

Jim felt the terror of the Sage, and understood that he was now in a higher, purer state of mind, enlightened back into a beast. He was a wolf, a lion, a hawk; he was the avatar of wilderness, ready to take on the odds. He felt the mud in his pawns, the wind moving the grey hair that covered his body. His new perspective gave him an upper view of worldly matters. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. His life, his entire existence had a purpose, it was all he was ever meant to do, it was the reason he came to this plane, the reason he lived. Destroy the sage, destroy him in the name of life, destroy him in the name of freedom, destroy him in the name of love; that pure, radiant love the fire’s shadow embodied, destroy the sage, fulfil both your destinies. It meant standing his ground, in the name of all that is right and natural, in the name of every oppressed, wronged and forgotten creature ever, it represented the primal and fundamental struggle that drives it all. Consequence, fate. Reality and all the planes. He was created to destroy the sage, true; but the sage was created to be destroyed by him. It was as natural as day following night, and as unavoidable as the movement of the stars. Attack. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. Destroy the sage. Attack.

He ran.

End of Part III.

Tomorrow: Part IV (maybe the finale) or perhaps some news of my life. Who knows?

Shut up and dance!

Social rant

Societies should be very careful when deciding how much power they are willing to give up to the government. Too little means anarchy, too much means dictatorship.

Power corrupts. Absolute power, corrupts absolutely. Now, to prevent this (theoretically) we use a thing called democracy, power is divided into little pieces and distributed among the people, so everyone has some power, but not enough to be corrupted by it. The problem with the way we understand democracy is the fact that we built a wall that separates people from government, when the fundament of democracy is that the people is the government.

Utopically, this would mean that the government will always do what is better for the people. But (being the primitive creatures that we are) we are unable to run our societies without a power structure, so we concentrate the power of democracy in a few people. So instead of voting to choose what to do with the oil production, we choose who is going to take care of it. That way, if it goes wrong we have someone to blame. Although, in reality it is our fault for voting him president in the first place. But what else can we do? Without power structures we are utterly unable to do anything.

No matter how much we evolve, we always seem to need the big monkey - small monkey system.

Perhaps that is because society changes so quickly. It is a behaviour for which we have no instinct. Do we naturally tend to be civilised? Well, yes, since we did it. And yet it somehow seems awkward, that we are not programmed default to act the way we do. We need to learn everything. Think of a feral child, raised by apes or wolves, and how handicapped he is on a human society.

True, civilisation is just an animal behaviour. As we grew smarter and physically weaker, we needed more and more co-operation to survive. A single caveman has no chance against a wolf. But ten cavemen can kill a mammoth. Together we had a better chance at life, and eventually we came to this, a point where we depend completely in our society to survive.
The problem with civilisation as a survival strategy is that it is not sustainable in the long run because it is based on the idea or perpetual progress. And with our notion or “progress” we would need infinite resources to do that, and –oh noes- our planet as a fixed amount of things we can exploit.

What is the human nature? I mean, yeah, like all other animal we just act the way we do. But is civilisation such a good idea? We could have access to a much bigger amount of resources if we could travel space distances efficiently. Sadly, we are a couple thousand years from that. And we probably we wont last that long. Are we, hmm, fucked?

I want to run free and wild. I want to retain my wilderness. So, I will.

Tomorrow: Part III (or maybe a short essay on the Big Monkey-Small Monkey system).

Just add sand.

Part II

Jim fell in a soft, moist surface. He was covered in mud, and it all was dark. It took him a second of two to adapt to the poor light. He got up and knew (although he did not know why he knew) that he was next to a railroad, west of Manchester, and that it was April the 2th, 1878.

He walked into a nearby farm. He knew it was 10:37pm, quite late by 1878 west Manchester farmer standards to pay a visit, and yet he had little choice on it. He knocked the door. Silence. Then, crumbling of wood and a lock turning. Like remembering the procedure, the unlocking stopped halfway through, and a deep, thick voice asked: ‘Who is it’.
-Its Jim –said he-- .
-Jim... very well.

The door flunged open and a tall, thin man in a silvery overall appeared in Jim’s sight. A small but vigorous fired roared with a rather odd, deep green flame in a fire place. The man asked Jim to take a sit. Then, an angel like naked girl illuminated the place with her presence; she came out of the kitchen wearing nothing but her snow white skin, blonde hair falling on her gentle shoulders, while giving her round face a beautiful frame; her eyes were green-the exact same tone of the fire. She carried a wooden tray, and from it she took two cups of tea and placed them in the table. Silent, expressionless, she went back into the kitchen, and was not seen again.

Stroke by such a display, Jim felt his head turning and was dizzy. The sheer desire and love that creature inspired was overwhelming, and for a while he could not think of anything but the grace of her every move, the elegance of her walking, the mysterious look in her eyes.

-Do not love that creature- suddenly the man in the silvery overall said.
-Forgive me. Surely, she is you companion and I offend with my thoughts.
-No truth in your words. She is only a manifestation of the green fire burning in my stove; she appears when I start a fire and disappears when the fire is out. It is just a shadow, casted by an arcane and unnatural fire. An unlucky consequence of my alchemy.
-That cannot be... how can such a fair creature come from vile alchemy?
-There are many things in this world that we are not meant to understand. You jumped out the window, didn’t you?
-I did.
-Very well. Then, mankind is completed. Every human must jump out that window, and you were the last one. Every body you have ever met was pretending. With you, every single human being is illuminated. Now we can move forward. Now, mankind can at long last be god. Individuality is no longer necessary, and we can all fuse into a single super consciousness. Instrumentality. Communion.

Then Jim saw the green eyed girl standing by the kitchen door, and saw sadness in her sight. A sight that said ‘I still want to exist. I still want to be me’. So, Jim said:
-No. I still want to exist. I still want to be me.

He rushed to the kitchen, held the girl’s hand and ran away, into the night.

End of Part II.

1492

Hoy me parece justo y hasta indispensable escribir en español. También me parece justo y hasta indispensable citar a Mario Benedetti, de Semántica;

lévi-strauss confesó de una vez para siempre que no le
interesaba américa después de 1492
y aunque colón no sabe aún si sentirse orgulloso o miserable
nosotros sí sabemos

Mayor Fuck.

4 minutes ago.

North Korea seems to have succesfully blasted their first nuclear bomb. As usual, more weapons in the World are bad news for all of us. There is an article in yahoo, go take a look for a full story.

Few things make sense.

Overall, the matter is rather simple.

I believe in love, the simple, pure, irrational love. I believe that free will and self responsibility are the same thing. I believe chasing your dreams is a noble thing to do. I believe you retain your freedom even when you are afraid of it. I believe only you can set your own limits. I believe life is too short to spend it being afraid. I believe in self sacrifice for higher ideals. I will not give up. I choose to die trying.

And, above it all, I believe in love. The simple, pure, irrational love.