A poeme en prose
People, if you get this, here is a manifesto.
and then of course this page would be empty as you would get it anyway.
Still, there is a very small, m i n u t e possibility that you are an anomaly, as well as being on a scale of 1 to 10, a 9 out of ten. Just saying in numbers as it makes the point easy in the days, these days, of numbers.
You think so? Then read on. Everything is going be all right then. (sway with it, stay with it)
There are about 6 to 7 intelligences. They build a society. Then there is one intelligence to bind them all, like the ring, yes. It has no distinct qualities. It simply is. It makes everything visible, even more, it makes everything possible. This tale has been written so many times in so many generations. Sometimes simple as in a fairy tale, sometimes hard as in Heidegger. Always the story was the same. How to make all the other 6, 7 intelligences recognize that which they by definition think they do not need. It is not there, for them. It is nowhere to be seen. It does not register on a scale of one, two, three, ABC.
The intelligences have been at it and at each other for all history long, trying the number 1, number 2 spot. We saw them coming as hunters, as soldiers, priests, kings, citizens and now we see them coming as measurers. In this iteration they measure everything, assign it a number and give it weight. It weighs what it is worth in the very classification it was classified in or as. There is always a little extra, a something that does not fit the c a t e g o r y. Hmm ok, that is c o i n c i d e n c e, a fluke, something strange, an anomaly.
We know this extra will not be silenced at some point and as that is our job we try to tell that to this particular iteration. So we learn the talk and trade and try to makes them see reason in the way they have defined that themselves.
Just like we always did before we got burned as witches, hunted as Cathars, tracked down as anarchists, labelled schizo, and hailed (in the last particular internet iteration) as visionaries and crypto wizards. Progress indeed 🙂
Now this has to be said. The m e a s u r e r is originally on our side. You might say, we called him, conjured them up as the intelligences before the tcp-ip virus were on the brink of blasting the planet itself out of orbit, politician ego unchecked as unchecked can be.
We could not simple move on, as they were going to move us out for good.
We could not ride on.
So yes, it was us. We called them in ourselves. Hoping the cure would not kill the patient.
It is working.
And the them we always failed to talk to, is taking itself out, moving more and more capabilities to that intelligence that was built with all the extras of all other times. They call them m a c h i n e s.
I call them by a different name.
So what does mean my friends?
We are free.
Read again. On the road again. On the move again.
We are free.
We have no more obligation to explain, to convince, to tell, to plead, to beg. To beg. Imagine we did that? Yes, we did that. We begged so many times. No one home.
This time, this time, you find us at home, in our own homes, in our streets, playing ball in the park, saying hi to the neighbour and just opening that door when I’m thinking about my doorbell, when you are going to ring it?