There is no hope in writing political manifestos.
There is no hope in writing academic papers.
I don't mean we shouldn't do that, all to the contrary, they are useful.
Our society is anxiety, depression and suicide; concentration camp became
the norm, seas became graveyards, oxigen threatens with breaking up. The
metaphors we were living by till now brought us to the state of senselessness.
Progress to the abyss.
What will be there once we have lost the center? Any chess player would
tell you that chances are weak.
And this is exactly why we have to fight for life, at this very moment of
planet-wide phrenesis. Entering robot-like yesterday's future we shall only pray
for human error, never for mathematical perfection.
Cyborgs are machine-like remotely controlled zombies. They only exist to
give their due to the father-state. Born slaves. Cyborgs borrowed their agency
form their creators, now proudly showing off on credit. They know the show is
short. If bodies without organs can only be sustained by cyborgization, they
must praise the technocrats.
This is the Empire.
Driven to the most individual alienation there is nothing more left to us
than rediscovering our animal physiologies, metabolic heterogeneous complexities
where there is no civilisation yet. Subtle flow of fluids and felt position
of limbs.
No purity and no machine, only the savage dynamics of Life.
We feel before we see.
If body without organs brings dissolution in nameless multitude and in-
evitable rule of the Empire, than our engaged and feeling bodies with pancreas,
livers and spleens are the meeting place - blood is red for us all. Organ-ized
systems of billions of cells and bacteria make us all so similar.
To reach, not the point where there are no more differences, but to the point
where the differences are no longer of any importance. We can be ourselves
again, as only this way we can truly be with others. We could not succeed to
overthrow capitalism denying our own autonomy.
This is where the radical empathy is born.
Time comes to write for hope.
We publicly announce: individuality is no longer considered against the rest.
We declare that we can now fully be and be with others.
No more marxists nor capitalists, only the flesh.
If the fuel for the Empire is desire, we now reject it not as martyrs or
ascetics but as of unnecessary glimmer. We don't need it anymore.
This is the way how we can regain the center.
Checkmate, the kings fall.
Barbarians will not come to save us.
They are already here, they have never left.
