We were sitting down, taking a break from work and doing some chit chat when the conversation got a bit weird after I asked him what was wrong with him these days.
“You see, the thing is…” he said, taking another puff from his cigarette, “there was supposed to be a thin line between being yourself and only thinking about yourself. But it must have been vanished when a guy first hunted more animals than the rest of the crew did. It must’ve been vanished somewhere when things got out of the concept of getting what you need and became self realization, somehow.”
“There were supposed to be limits, borders for the concept of describing good and bad, so you could tell which one is which. It is easier to tell what’s bad, it is easier to describe the borders of bad, yet it may be related to instincts and could be a little confusing to detect the causes of what’s bad, but when it comes to telling what’s good, things get complicated. You don’t know if something or someone is good or if this is the way it actually should be, and the qualities or the actions that you would refer to as “good”, could be just ordinary.
What is a good cook? Isn’t a cook supposed to be able to cook things and make them taste good? Isn’t it the deal? So when a cook, cooks and it tastes good, does that make him a good cook, or just a regular cook whose job is actually cooking stuff and making them taste good?
So what is a good politician? Is he someone who does great stuff for the people, or who does great stuff for the government, or who just does stuff that keeps the system running, or who cares about the dysfunctions of the system and finds solutions and takes action to solve these problems? How do you describe a good politician?
Politicians are smart people. They know about people, about anthropolgy, sociology, community management, history and marketing. Even the dumbest one is smart enough to multitask through this knowledge. And smart people lie better than the others.
Especially the ones who are talking about religion, mannors, faith and good will, especially those ones are even smarter; and guess what, they might actually be talking about something that they do believe in: Something that they have never seen with their own eyes, never talked to, never touched with their own hands, but it is bigger than any individual and it indeed controls people somehow, and everyone depends on it even if they like it or not. A greater power whose existence has no way to be proven but it is said to be there and people shed blood because of it, for it: They’ve met the economy.
So these smart guys, politicians, are only people. Just like you, they like power. But unlike you, they are usually not O.K. with only gaining control over their own lives, their families, their children, a bunch of suckers at the office, a bunch of kids at school, no. They need bigger toys to play with. They need bigger power to control things with. They are not satisfied with those small “I’m better than you.” trains of thoughts, unlike you, they need to be fed with more authorization and power. Which is what you would become if you were under the same circumstances with them, but you haven’t been given the chance to try yourself, and you probably won’t be given that chance, ever in your short life. Same “being needy for more power” thing goes with the corporates, the big business owners, who are even more powerful and smarter than any politician on earth.
The thing is, that they have figured what actually matters and what doesn’t, and to get to that point, most of them had to get rid of their conscious and of course the guilt.
I’m thinking, great power must be helping their way out whilst that enlightment about what matters and what doesn’t, shows up to them.
We shouldn’t be asking for any more inventions, any more innovations, any more new technology, any more tests for cosmetics, any more cures to illnesses, we shouldn’t be asking for any of those from the people of science. No. We should be asking for a new research to help us understand great power and it’s effects on people who own it. People of science should be observing these dickheads, and they should be coming out with a final report about how this thing, gaining power, effects them and their mindset. What are their expectations from life and where do they see themselves, do they imagine what would happen when they die and how serious do they take it, I mean “being themselves”? And of course a lot of other questions need to be answered.
Who are they and how did they become the person who they are now, and what difference does it make?
We need to know this about great power and authority.
But all of these things are dysfunctional.
Our names, our legs, the fabric that we wear, the things we like to eat, our teeth, our hair, our observations, our urges, our needs, our pride, our sex, our free time, our jobs, our feelings, our hands, everything that makes us who we are, these are all dysfunctional.
We want change, we want better. We think that we can have better, that we deserve better. Yet only what’s good, can get better and we can’t. We fight for a change that wouldn’t make us feel better, respected and even authorized. We can only steal authority, not to change anything.
We are just a phase of the history which will be forgotten in a few decades and the fact is that we don’t matter. Individuals don’t matter. We only plan for a short coming future and our demands would not make any sense in a long term existence which we won’t be able to witness. Our will to have better and care less, makes us care about the dysfunction of the universe yet it is completely selfish and worthless.
We only need to survive with a well known fact that we’re all going to die pretty soon and we’re slowly dying every day and we need to keep it on.
So it just turns out that corruption is the only thing that functions. Yet it is as immortal as everything else. So good day to you, sir.”
Then he walked to the open window of the office which is on the 18th floor of the building. He climbed up to the open window, stepped outside to the other side of it, and with a smile on his face which was so confident that could encourage the weakest person on earth to accomplish very big and important things, he said: “Who really gives a fuck eventually?” and he let go of the ledge.
I could swear I saw him flying for a few seconds before he surrendered to gravity.