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Key Word
Ur…: is the non word that some adults use in different situations whenever they delay their speeches.
What you are about to read are words for all and none!
By the way of introduction
this is the story of the “lost in translation” group of people
inhabiting the desert of the real. This is a personal account of the
self-censoring youth (my age class); the youth that voluntarily rendered
its spontaneity vestigial. A vestigiality that gives a sense of
psychedelic ecstasy, a sense of temporary vacation from thinking, where
everything is ‘bright’ and appears luminously ‘right’ for the analysand
has lost control of his willful ailments and predicaments.
Note
that in the next paragraphs I care not much about the sympathy related
to criticisms. I will say what I wanted to say in the manner I want to
say and without castrating the “dusty balls” in the flow. I will be
seeing to the preservation of relative pungency in message hereby
written.
Coming back to the major issue i.e. Generation Ur (GU, hereafter), it is
a generation in the age of Googled articles and systematically
improvised speeches driven by the mass of overwhelming availability of
ready made ancient wisdoms of the world (that is to say GU is more of a
generation of discovery of the anamnesis of the ancients than invention,
that needs passionate thinking, eccentric experience and ones own
personal authority to signify and realize the prototype). It is a
generation that says what I doesn’t mean and mean what it does not want
to say. It is a generation that trembles at the sight of divergence of
opinions and thoughts. It is also a generation that strives to save,
protect and share the knowledge of its forefathers in the name of
democratic and human rights. The people who fathered GU gave it a gift
of servitude to tradition, a tradition with a missionary impulse to pass
on a heirloom of ignorance. It is a progeny of the pre-1989 world of
controlled ideas, institutions, cultures and behaviors.
Despite 1989 marking the dawn of new
forms of freedom to access and share what exists in the form of
knowledge and pseudoscience alike without obligatory attribution to to
the primary source GU is machinated by a culture of self-affirming
oblivion. The extent to which it could subjectively and clearly (without
boringly repetitive delays in parlance) its feelings, sentiments and
convictions without pruning their original propositions and primeval
intent has become a rare quality owned only by a few individuals with “a
rage to master.” Instead a culture of pedantic appeal to statistics and
linguistic castration has taken shape, I dare say!
The
monotony (sameness in tenets and appeal) in the monologues delivered,
in the appeals made to the “Numbers Game”, the mainstream schools of
thought, the prevalent political culture of apathy and sympathy, the
robotic precision in the pronunciation of words, the unusual tendency to
cling to the hundred pound words,… in one way or another reminds me of
their Juvenile Generational Frustration (JGF). In my personal opinion
this an Altschmerz. Altschmerz in the The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
defined as “weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always
had—the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for
years, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert, with nothing
interesting left to think about, nothing left to do but spit them out
and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain you
might have buried long ago.”
Their
frustration came from their pain, a pain that they experience for they
feel deprived of their purposes and repressed in the freedom of thought
they attain, but they knew not the reason for this state of affairs or
how they could cut the Gordian Knot short to experience, at least
negative freedom – freedom from the metaphysical limbo they are trapped
in. Put differently, their emancipation comes after a journey to the
land of gnossienne - “a moment of awareness that
someone you’ve known [in this case, ones own inner self] for years still
has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways
of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway
leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an
unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because
ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of
knowing exactly where you stand.”
Putting
aside the irony in their defensive position, they have consented to
blindness unto their acts of silent acquiescence to folk psychology and
the dominant frivolous mass ideology that paralyzed their efforts in
trying to find out the extent of the contagion of willful ignorance.
The
tragedy in this narrative is the very recognition that GU is a
self-sacrificing generation of youth – whether implied and or expressed –
subject to obscure and ridiculous authorities that overwhelm it without
inspiring reason than a ‘blissful’ ignorance, unsophisticated
superstition devoid of taste and rational temptation, rituals lacking
variety and obvious guiding principles, defenseless obedience that
forces it to recite generations of pedagogical ‘psalms’, worshiping
ignorant and evasive culture of argumentation and conversing, left at
the mercy of political elites and academic demagogues born out of ‘state
of nature’-style dread of the present and frustration about the future.
Generation
Ur is a generation that deflowered, is doing so and will do so in the
future its “rational virginity”, its individual capacity and natural
tendency to think and speak for oneself in ones own power. It has
deflowered itself just to appease the ignorati and to be confused by the
consequences and always trying to “run away from the pain” of
explaining and diagnosing the ailment it suffers from as far as it stays
in the same swamp. As such it could be argued that there is nothing
more harmful than surrendering ones power in the subjective utility of
language for a purpose one thinks proper, though not intentionally
hurting other’s emotive needs.
For
me GU is to old to talk to, to fat to flee (caught in a limbo), and to
young to listen to for the charm of curiosity they should naturally
develop and own in their manner of conversing and writing have started
to evaporate like morning dew for they those qualities were left
unattended in an arena of brainless wolves, in favor of unquestioning
and conformist, hereditary assimilation which had gradually resulted in
homicide – a selective and indiscriminate ‘killing’ that targeted the
Self (primarily represented by the Ego), the agency that is responsible
for spontaneity, the natural not premeditated recitation, uncensored for
statistics sake flow of ideas, either Promethean, thinking before
acting or the opposite, Epimethean. The homicide is in turn the
brainchild of the new breed of freedom.
Per
se, slavery is the new freedom. I don’t consider humans without
self-recognizing being (just humans), creatures devoid of a sense of
existence in their own way and in the image of their world views, higher
beings, precisely human beings, lacking essence in their awareness of
time as conscious human beings. They are rather humanoids; humanoid
robots executing the social algorithms: Ignorance is bliss! Self-denial a
catharsis! Mimicry is the epitome of humanness! Pop culture is the apex
of rational evolution! Science and technology are the panacea to
problems humanity faces!…This amounts to being the manic-depressive
robot in the movie “The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy”, trapped in the
monotony of everyday life and eternal survival instinct.
In
the end , if I am to make a speech, write an article or a book, act a
theatrical performance for the sake of being equally conformist,
‘humane’, oblivious is the rest, then where is the point where I have
the assurance that I am the sole builder, owner and manager of my
individualistic ‘metaphysical terror’, the tremor to be felt in my
expressive language in the spirit of its randomness, unexpectedness,
owing no one and nothing? This question left unanswered (“left
unopened”) as it is and unquestioned otherwise for further clarity, a
generation that demonstrates its ideals and ideas out of obedience than
out of necessity, curiosity, or an interest in teaching others (or else
why not enlightening) has fallen into the fearful reverence of
improvisations of the ignorati that gets its ideas and ideals from the
individual and “burn him at the stake” for deviating from their
dilettantism. To expand a little, this marks the beginning of the end,
the end that signifies and justifies the need for a generation with the
guts to speak about itself, for it self and to itself in a manner that
doesn’t resemble in various ways the strict observance of socially
‘pregiven’ rules of engagement in the plethora of expressive thought.
If
unquestionable obedience to creeds that do not ask and tell anyway
could empower a society or the individual by deliberation or by chance,
the strictly obedient majority (the statistics) would rule the world
(hence no need for thinkers, innovators, geniuses, discoverers,
statesmen..etc of whom all are individual qualities). That is to imply
the mastery of acolyteship than argumentative apprenticeship of the vast
majority.
So I dare say leave
the shackles of blending in behind, the heavy words to the philologists
and conforming to your surrounding without knowing why to the survival
instinct-laden chameleon and grab your spontaneity “by the horns.”
Wrapping
up: Tell the world what you have experienced in the then, are
experiencing in the now and will experience in the uncharted territories
of the hereafter in Sincere Subjective Simplicity (3S), for in 3S lies
subtlety hiding in the open. Choking oneself with the vernacular
parlance and the bitter pill of self-sacrifice is nothing more than
conversational and literary boondoggling, a waste of time and above all
being the center of an irresistible boredom and disgust. I am
recommending an end to this masquerade of trying to unwillingly blend
oneself in. I am resuscitating the spirit of randomness in coherence and
natural divergence, that blind conformity in the manner of our parlance
and in the composition of our texts. Hence, “spontaneous etiquette to
the universe.”
