Rest In Hush
What has been recorded as history often finds asymmetric points and contradictions, so that the fusion of history itself becomes the only way to eradicate the existence of the "power" of thinking in contemporary society. This is a note that is quite critical in view of the current conditions.
History seems to be returning here, but at the same time, history is like a shadow of dynamite that is ready to turn all the romanticism of the past into dust and silence.
Glass shards that are stepped on and then chewed like the most delicious food served in warm conditions, and the slightly spicy taste of various chilies that are ready to crush rodent tongues, are revived in a version of natural wealth that has been forgotten because migration does not find new forms.
This is proof that displacement means nothing other than an unfulfilled obsession in one's own homeland, however, it is not about the past, where displacement was the only option given besides choosing death, slaves, bacteria, or the madness of humans at grinding wheels in their pedals presented to the false plural-faced majesty.
A sound of tragedy of harsh!
The exchange of lives at the stern resulted in piles of bones and sinking craniums turning into rainbow pebbles at the bottom of the canal before the wreckage of property sank to the bottom of the ocean of desolation.
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silence
mourning at aurora
yet eternal rime
orchestra of
emptiness
I am reminded of a text that reflects on the conflict between aristocrats, Friedrich Schiller's The Robber. A drama script that tells of the existence of two aristocrats in their feud over money and power, a story that describes more about the psychology of anarchy's dreams in creating a new world, which he calls the Bohemian Forest.
This is reminiscent of a sentence ejected in Friedrich Nietzsche's collection of aphorisms: "every system of morals is a sort of tyranny against "nature" and also against "reason", that is, however, no objection, unless one should again decree by some system of morals, that all kinds of tyranny and unreasonableness are unlawful" [188, Chapter V. The Natural History of Morals: Beyond Good and Evil]
"Perish the thought, Chernyshevsky says; Lopukhov is acting selfishly when he saves Vera, since he loves her and wants her nearby. This is all very awkward. To make matters worse, Lopukhov lusts after Vera"
And in the end, once again, it becomes a proof of the sentence about legality, economics, and masculinity of the prevailing traditions in social life, which at that time led to social psychology, which was absorbed through religious ethics.
However, all orders that are created will only bring about a new form of tyranny. As expressed by a Russian intellectual in an era of reforms and new philosophy, which is more accurately described as the work of a Russian "contemporary" by his time within nihilism, Nikolai Gavrilovich Chernyshevsky: "History is fond of her grandchildren, for it offers them the marrow of the bones, which the previous generation had hurt its hands in breaking." which is quoted in his work entitled Memorable Quotations: Philosophers of Western Civilization, edited by Carol A. Dingle.
This becomes everything that can be seen in the space of disorder that was created massively during the pandemic, which further shows how the emptying of a tradition, especially thinking, does not find the most absolute answer other than muddying the thinking system itself. The period of isolation is nothing more than creating a new free human form by carrying out violence full of error and tragedy simultaneously without realizing it as a reflection of the process of adoption as well as a calculation of the whole series of contemporary dramas of civilization today.
Without exception, the impact of these conditions becomes a subtle gate to smaller paths and cannot be detected easily because the fusion between reality and hyperreality absorbs the essence of necroreality itself in the present.
Here, indirectly, annihilation, and the idea of climate change become the only dilemmas.
If life did ride upon a dial's point,
Still ending at the arrival of an hour.
An if we live, we live to tread on kings;
If die, brave death, when princes die with us!
[Henry IV, Part 1: Act 5 Scene 2 Page 4 The rebel camp - William Shakespeare]
Meanwhile, all manuscripts were lifted free of charge, without restrictions or filtering. While cultures have differences in geographic boundaries, the utopia era is again confronted as a new face of data theft and the legitimacy of identity.
Perhaps my question is:
"How important is identity to being able to bridge the economy?"
There were times when every social subject, as a "changing" economy, went down to the stage of politics for change. This was to be concerned with understanding all the phenomena these days (contemporary), which are the continuum programs and corruption. The change in economic laws happened in 1920–1932, and it’s been the most complicated situation until the New Order in 1963, which is unfinished today. We are in a terrifying face-to-face war over the same triangle of ideals.
"There are more things on heaven and earth than are thought of in your philosophy, Horatio." [Shakespeare]
On many subjects of government, "they rejected the idea of totalitarianism in Nazism" because of their obsession with wanting to be an authoritarian government. A chaotic moment in both socialism and national socialism split in the past before 1935, too many of the complexes of the left between the socialists, Marxists, and Maoists before 1945. Are we bartering the business over all deadlocked agreements into the so-called democratization of the wealthy and healthy life?
What are we now?
A generation of death?
"No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast." [Richard III - William Shakespeare]
The idea changed in many programs about maintaining humans and their living labs. Modern humans seem to have the great idea of an economic base, while their spirit and intuition are being cut off in terms of connection and communication. The most basic of all needs are scheduled as listings. These schemes are transferred to digital communication (scripts), which is called basic learning. It has been programmed since the 1900s and was all set up.
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In the 2010s, the massive movement went to both sides, the religions and the ideologies, as the root of all control after the idea of political theory seemed to have failed as the great gate to reach better economics for a better life. Big pharma and labs, education, and institutions are a new way to control its psychosocial aspects. To me, this movement, again, was just repeating the very old fashion of propaganda.
In the 2014–2015s, we’re all directed, jumping and free falling into the very deep, dark, hollow cave of the October Revolution as its utopias of waves of Asia. There:
"Revolutionary theory is now the sworn enemy of all revolutionary ideology and it knows it." [Guy Debord, The Society of the Spectacle, Thesis 124]
Others abide our question. Thou art free.
We ask and ask—Thou smilest and art still,
Out-topping knowledge. For the loftiest hill,
Who to the stars uncrowns his majesty,
Planting his steadfast footsteps in the sea,
Making the heaven of heavens his dwelling-place,
Spares but the cloudy border of his base
To the foil'd searching of mortality...
[Sonnet 18 - William Shakespeare]
While writing this letters, I came across news about a major fire that hit the small island of Rhodos, which, of course, is a silent witness to the three world economic centers that are experiencing successive conflicts without a definite resolution. It could be that this is another reading of what happened in Europe by looking more closely between the myths of past power, the myth of the economic revolution, and the myth of the alienation of identity itself.
The East-West divide has just been raised in front of our eyes, where the economy and myths run like a train. A cold iron seems to be swiping its side again by risking social psychology for individual residents, where civilization sees it as a spectacle that has different meanings according to readers geographically.
The post-Cold War period had not been completely resolved, and the fragility of the buildings of civilization had not been fully recovered. All the myths about identity in the DNA schemes and economic inequality that ultimately affected the whole world became another note about the meaning of money and the revolution of the economy.
However, what has been missing from all the series about the silence of the pandemic in the cradle of the healing slogan proclaimed as the psychological and physical recovery of the community has no impact other than the formation of an absolute overpowering power of controlled thinking. It was as if the fall of the Berlin Wall was forgotten, and the year of reform became the year in which the ghosts of the past finally devoured the sanity of the entire world's people in seeing, reading, and reasoning knowledge that turned it into greed full of vengeance and hatred.
Meanwhile, what has brought the world to experience rapid development of culture from forgotten traces of civilization and, in the end, the myth of "great power" crumbling to find its silliness stunned, stammered, as Marcus Tullius Cicero said: "The precepts of the law are these: to live honestly, to injure no one, and to give everyone else his due?" Which in the end ignores the simplest existence by bringing it into the same dogmatic form in religious roots where positive-negative becomes the bridge of a new language for the laws of heaven and hell, however: "According to the law of nature, it is only fair that no one should become richer through damages and injuries suffered by another." [Marcus Tullius Cicero]
In the end, the entire series with all the information that collapsed like a splash of lava from a giant volcano ready to spit out its lava put me in contemplation on Nikolai Gavrilovich Chernyshevsky in his character of nothingness, as mentioned by Georgi Valentinovich Plekhanov based on his Marxist perspective, which is smoothly free falling: "The main thesis—the basic line of approach in a veritable interpretation of Chernyshevsky—is willing to portray Chernyshevsky as a dry person, a nihilist, a Bazarov."
However, as Azsacra has warned in the past about reading the meaning of the shunyata revolution about nihilism, it is no longer useful: "They understood too late" [Azsacra Zarathustra] and in the end: "A wretched nation, a nation of slaves from top to bottom — all slaves." [Nikolai Gavrilovich Chernyshevsky]
Where the entire social strategy that converges in the form of socialism becomes a new tyranny when its inauguration only creates a single form of body by ignoring the diversity of civilizations that exist on earth for an economic coin.
Therefore, reformation as a great power of error and tragedy makes us all return to the era of nationalism and socialism, which is nothing more than an economic war over power and money over legal religion as the identity of the state in the name of freedom rights.
“Literature has always had an influence, larger or smaller, on the development of nations, it always played a larger or smaller role in historical development, explaining the nature of life, serving as a mediator between pure science and mass audience, providing man with ennobling aesthetic impressions, stimulating the mind to activity.” [Nikolai Gavrilovich Chernyshevsky]
Sadly, where is the meaning of liberty for democracy in this era if the same war is still being waged unconsciously by the people themselves in a free-access digital world? That is its "philosophy as a tool to control the future. What can (and should!) be opposed to this? Absolute No philosophy! Why? Anti-philosophy and non-philosophy are the same philosophy of the system, only with a minus sign." [Azsacra Zarathustra]
“Any tradition is a totalitarian ban on the New. I reject any tradition. Only continuous control failure!”
And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
Was tyrannous and strong:
He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
And chased us south along.
[The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, by Samuel Taylor Coleridge]
Sadly…..
for its reason,