Under the permanent threat of Recep’s war-friendly mentality, we buy and buy again killing stuff, filling our armory. His unpredictable psychology is fed by his dream of resurrecting the Ottoman Empire, and become a «king». Many of our politicians also find the opportunity for deals that build their financial security for as long as they’ll live. Intermediaries rub their hands, waiting with anticipation their part of the golden pie; who gives a shit about the nation? Taxes are paid, military equipment is multiplied, while our hospitals don’t have toilet paper; the patient has to bring it! A part of our dept has been created by deals that were done under the table; being a Greek civilian seems to be fun… Average income at around six hundred euros. Pensions were cut; we had to save the German banks, folks! Oh, Greece of the now, with your bright ancient depth and spirit! You haven’t understood, you haven’t learned yet how to utilize it. You are dragged by those who stand and walk firmly on the fundamentals you contributed to be built. So, let’s burn these archives, the texts, the Knowledge of our deep, insightful past. Put there the contracts, the agreements for austerity measures, and clean the …dust. Fire, then! This is the right method for getting rid of values and qualities we find unnecessary. Burn everything down! To us, for now, freedom is scary.
Revolutions don’t need guns; just wider society’s “eyesight”
Progress and regression are holding hands. Society walks on both philanthropic and misanthropescenic paths. Viruses are real, and so are the interests of the minority they serve. Every crisis has people who make a fortune in parallel. Smartphones and laptops are steps forward, but for these, poor workers in Africa suffer to mine the cobalt. Massive info-flow on the internet-land gives the impression of speech’s freedom, but what happened to Julian? Democracy gives power to the people, and then their representatives become indirectly dictators. Police are here to keep the order on the streets, and they often do it by beating up different colors of skin. We are not apathetic onlookers without responsibility. We are the society, and we have the ability to use our critical thinking more often, not to be fed by the “junk-food” of TV-channels, to observe and perceive the whole image, not parts of it at which the world’s “bosses” point their steely fingers. Let’s see the whole forest, not just one tree. Let’s delimit our perception and choose what and how to think. The plutoligarchy that plays the “monopoly” board game on the world-map has to hear us say “enough is enough.”
Parthenon’s poetic monologue (…as it was formed in my mind to cover a need of mine; the Parthenon itself doesn’t need to express anything. It just is. And it makes its strong statements just by that)
Barbarians, Christians, Franks, Turkish, Venetians, and British. My wounds have many names, but they were all barbaric. So many people passed and left marks of dis-respectfulness; an egoistic need of signaling that they were there. No matter what you represented, you‘re mine now. I feel so weak and insecure; who cares about a sacred vow? Let’s come up with the greatest vandalisms! I’ll put a cross, you’ll put a minaret, let’s rape this! I’ll throw a bomb, you’ll burn it to the ground. Elgin will come and say “I’ll steal what I found”! You may think I’m angry, you may think I’m hurt, that I am disappointed by this species’ lost bet. But while barbaric swords were raping my sacred cup of life, I stood there impenetrable, representing an essence wise. How could I be in pain? This is not possible. I’m not just my marble flesh; my image is just symbolic. I represent an era of a wider viewpoint; which also had black pages in the book of its history. But, it also had many struggling souls that saw the divine face to face; that noetic energy knows that humans are not a lost case. So, I’m still standing here for thousands of years, with lost and destroyed material, but still transmitting that atmosphere. I’m not in pain but those who hurt me are, because they’re not truly aware yet of their beyond-material part. Every now and then they expand the horizons, until that final level where they’ll be that wise noesis. Not for winning something in the future, not for a better “who knows when”. But for living a continuous now within a bliss of full extent.
Under this celestial roof, where beasts and monsters breathe, where dragons wait around the corner, and wolves search for the sheep, where Cyclops eat human flesh, and Minotaur’s labyrinths are built, where Hydras wait in the lake Lerna with their poisoned breath to kill, where Medusas turn men into stone looking at them directly, and Pandora’s boxes release curses as an answer to curiosity, one could feel afraid enough to never think of making a step, seeing the horror on that list that names so many deadly creatures. Yet, the scariest probable challenge, the figure that surpasses all of the above, the one and only great enemy of mine is I, the possible behemoth.