The World of Absurdity
No, it’s not often that you wake into a reality that seems more surreal than the dreams you left behind. The mirror reflects a simple human face, but the consciousness lurking behind is torn, smirking at Sartre’s existentialism, to all the all-pervading meaninglessness of life — life itself.
Neither a shot of the strongest Starbucks coffee, nor freshly brewed Ayahuasca infused with Xanax and Clonozepam, is any longer able to shift my senses’ “assemblage point” to its lost state of normality. Residual convulsions of human empathy roil within me — the humiliation of Paris Hilton in high school, the subject of her documentary. And for what did the damned Royal Court of England so brutally abuse Prince Harry, and subsequently his wife, the actress Markle.
One consolation is that the sale of their movies and books have paid fat dividends for those affected by the most brutal injustices of the 21st century.
I’m also a little worried that my basic human nature might now be severely distorted by the ill-fated Covid vaccine. Some respectable sources warn of an insidious reptilian plan to destroy humanity in that way. “What’s one more?” one wants to ask politely. “Hasn’t this gang of idiots, sitting deep underground and running a think tank in Washington, or maybe China, realized yet that Great Humanity is itself an indestructible virus?”
And even after death some human beings are still capable of destroying their own kind with their bloody ideas. The great successor to Stalin — as he sees himself — Russian Czar Vladimir Putin for example, has long been cleansing Ukraine of Nazi filth in a thoroughly modern version of a “Holy War”. He is convinced that there are secret societies (this data also presented in the thick folders of philosopher Alexander Dugin) that have plans to destroy the Great Russian Empire and therefore decided to launch a preventive strike…on Ukraine.
Perhaps even Salvador Dali would gobble up all his colorful crayons with envy at such surrealism. Or maybe Luis Bunuel would see through Paul Verhoeven’s crystalized vision how artistically Sharon Stone crosses her legs in front of discouraged police officers, only to transport us with this movement to Iran, where lies the fresh corpse of a 22-year-old girl mauled beyond recognition for wearing jeans instead of a heavy hijab? And this in Iran’s theocratic society, which in simple terms means “authority from God”.
And then Sharon Stone languidly re-crosses her legs, and we see a crowd of artists and activists exhausted by the fight for “nipple freedom” in America. The rights of the nipple have been suppressed for thousands of years, but the oppressed and suppressed nipple (mostly on women’s breasts) has broken out of hiding now. The challenge for AI specialists is how to teach the artificial mind to recognize whether the nipple is a female’s, a child’s, or perhaps a male’s or on the breast of a transexual? What if there were more than two nipples? The AI mind will of course need to be cleansed from all its technical sins to perfect such a task; but still, there is the risk that the AI will develop a taste for it, or will it open the door to pornography? (Oh, is that still banned?)
According to one origin story, the beginning of this movement was not Lina Esco and her friend Miley Cyrus, nor the handsome Clark Gable who back in 1934 flashed shirtless on the silver screen, but rather African tribes living in an open, free nipple democratic society. In their petition, the spiritual leaders of African society (tribes) maintained that it was the emancipation of the nipple that led them to a completely free and developed society in every way, which is what they wish for a troubled and strife-torn America.
And then Sharon Stone opens and crosses her legs again and we see a woman mindlessly scraping her hands over the cold grave of her 12-year-old daughter, killed by a Russian missile. Putin serenely stands with a candle held aloft before the shrine, and the Iranian leader raises his hands to Allah.
