Blasphemy

"Humanity has indeed perpetrated blasphemy. In this context, discussing community, knowledge, and responsibility toward life and nature transcends mere survival; it becomes an act of blasphemy if approached improperly. It is essential to emphasize that existence is not solely about enduring, but rather about choosing to live purposefully as human beings. It's not about selfish or personal achievements, because cooperation and empathy in and of themselves have made social groups strong. Yes, the community in its fullest sense. The community with all that it means and all the possible implications (in the phrase, in the word) that constitute a prohibition even to think about it. It's very sad, my daughter of Hazor, not wanting to know anything about you. And with anguish, I see the horizon awaiting your rage and madness every day. To say that I ever loved you is blasphemy. And I believe that beyond everything, you loved me. But I can't keep the promise of loving you over time, because you were the love of a lifetime, not of all my lifetimes, despite Deborah's prophecies. I desired you, and you knew it. And that was still blasphemy. I missed you, and it was really an affair. A lie. The same one I hate, without me, pursues only the means to harm me.

Believing that life should be lived goes against what the oppressors of a declining civilization do, despite technology and knowledge, because there is no critical thinking, no empathy, only the upholding of a lie (and the associated and monetized advertising), simply to maintain the temporary privilege, even if it ceases to exist tomorrow. In his trap, the individual discovers that his competence is a lie and that those statistics simply fuel the decline of an empire and, in turn, of all empires. So, despite everything, the phrases about expansion, transcendence, and impact lose meaning because the masses and the manipulated majority simply win. And those who believe they have triumphed will be drowned by that mass. There is nothing more to produce and enjoy, except the garbage left behind and all the shattered hopes. Two beers, a basket of French fries, and then a twenty-something-minute walk amidst the yesteryear music and the spring street sounds. In his head, he was still recovering from that third book by Proust. No doubt, he would only be able to recover after that academic version. Sometimes, as with War and Peace and the Divine Comedy, you'll feel proud of reading those difficult books for yourself, but is there something beyond the experience? It doesn't matter anyway. The words were savored at different times in life. And yes, that's the part of life, not just existence.

It's disappointing that human knowledge and willpower don't allow for the exercise of that power. However, that same knowledge and responsibility lead to sharing, not totalitarianism. Intelligence is then relinquished by force, once again in human history, but as we can see on that path, it doesn't last long, because knowledge prevails. The problem is that the declines are resounding and violent. And they bring humanity itself to the brink of extinction. The isolated community may make sense, but being isolated hasn't allowed it to assimilate what the larger scale failed to do. Then, the teaching and the legacy make sense, despite the efforts to erase them. She listened to that song and remembered him. Despite all her inexpressiveness and fake smiles, she couldn't help but love him, much less miss him. She would never ask for his forgiveness, but she wouldn't expect anything from him either, although she knew that thanks to modernity, she wasn't a stranger to his life (his) until he fell in love again. Possible? Yes. And that's what May is about, more than April. Falling in love.  And that disturbed her, so she'd rush to strip on camera or hint at arousal, so that he'd once again be glued to her image, to her stories, to her lies.

The issue at hand pertains to resistance, albeit there seems to be an assertion of a right to violence that transcends the mere act of enduring and self-protection. Nonetheless, it cannot be classified as an assault on humanity itself, as such a characterization would yield a contradiction. Hence, it can be distilled into a decision following an exercise of reason and confrontation, wherein not only the response but also the intensity ensures justice, not to mention retribution. In this scenario, without awaiting a declaration of victory from another party, confrontation serves to safeguard against blasphemy. I tell you - he said while raising a glass of Thiers whisky - that your hatred is because you are here, thanks to me. Your lovers, your husband, your family. And I don't ask for anything; only that I be forgotten by you, especially when, in your frustration and mediocrity, you only seek to blame me for what you have and for what you haven't achieved. Forró is playing in the background. And I just get fat waiting for life, while you wish me dead. It's a shame you don't know how to apologize. You just blaspheme."