Keep the change

“Life goes in circles”, people say, but that is not true. In fact, life goes like a spiral. The circle gets smaller and smaller until it’s a single dot. Which is your grave. I am in a happy mood today, as you can see.

In the same way, people don’t really change. People think they change, because they change jobs, houses, relationships, favourite bands, salad dressings, and ketchup brands. I once met a guy on a boat party who didn’t agree with me. He had a friend who used to be married with a woman until he fell in love with a man, divorced and married him. “Don’t you think that’s a change?” he asked. Of course it’s not. If his friend was on the receiving end before with his wife, he still will be now with his husband, and if he preferred cleaning dishes above vacuum cleaning before, I am sure, he still does now. A guy who used to be a right-wing skinhead, then sees the light and becomes a reborn christian working night and day for Greenpeace; is still the same fanatic. Saul, the persecutor of christians, became Paul, the holier-than-thou Apostle of the christian church, but he was still an self-righteous bastard.

In the same way, humanity does not really progress. Things like cars, computer operating systems, sound recordings (from vinyl to CD to mp3) or Rolling Stones albums have gone consistently worse over the past 50 years. The West-European social welfare dream is on its last legs. After centuries trying to get rid of Christianity, not only is it still around, but it has gotten company of the Islam, and people who don’t believe in either, have gone back to the middle-ages and started to believe in homeopathy, astrology, quantum-karma-massages and photonic dream analysis therapies. The names have changed but it is still horse urine sold as medicine. The only thing science has achieved, on a cultural level at least, is that people think quantum mechanics is a Zen thing, and Einstein was some kind of Neil claiming that everything is like, yeah, relative man.

Even on a generation by generation base, the boat just rocks back and forth without really going anywhere (poetically put, even if I say so myself). In Western-Europe, after the terribly suppressing fifties (protestants in the northern and dictators in the southern countries), the annoyingly optimistic sixties (Beatles, Kennedy, Vietnam…, oh well, so much for naive optimism), the depressingly lost aftermath of the seventies (brown and orange?!), came the terribly suppressing eighties (the atom bomb, Reagan, Thatcher, new-wave music), the annoyingly optimistic nineties (new-age, the internet, extacy, techno…, oh well, so much for naive optimism) and the depressingly lost aftermath of the first decade of the 21st century. I am sure the first steps of another annoyingly optimistic era are already in the making (Yes We Can! just came, saw and disappeared before its time).

Nescio already said it in 1918(!): God’s purpose is aimlessness. But no one has been given the ability to realize this continuously.

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Quantum snails

The following bit of information I got from an episode of QI, a quiz that is presented by Stephen Fry and specialises in useless but at the same time interesting facts. As an aside, it gets rid of quite a lot of common myths (for instance: it´s not true that dictators are general smaller than other people, champagne was not invented by the French but by the British, and the earth has not one but two moons).

In this particular episode, it is mentioned that once there was a guy that believed that snails who had mated were henceforth for ever telepathically connected. And so, he came up with the idea of a snail telegraph. Have a set of 26 snails in Paris and label each one of them with a letter of the alphabet. Send all their 26 ex-lovers to New York, and – again – identify each one of them with the same letter as their telepathic partner in Paris is associated with. Then spell out a word by wriggling the tails of those snails in Paris that make out the letters of that word. Their telepathic partners in New York would immediately receive their signal from their soul mates and hence wriggle their tails too. A reader in New York would then be able to figure out what the word is. In that way, one could send out messages from Paris to New York without losing time.

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Tzolk’in

 

A lot of talk is going on lately about the calendar of the Mayas, the “Tzolk’in”.

It seems to me that even though, yes, Hernán Cortés treated the Mayas very badly, that doesn´t mean the Mayas necessarily were wise people nor that their religions and philosophies would be superior to our scientific findings. I don´t see why the cruelties committed by the Spanish invader would mean that some calender based on superstition (i.e. irrational beliefs) would have any relationship with our real world.

If I would burn an ant hill down, would that mean that ants are right and as a matter of fact the whole universe is created by a gigantic insect? (Well, to be honest, I don´t know whether all ants believe that. Black ants do, but red ants are more divided on the matter.).

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