The Flutter of a Butter y
From tumultuous Argentina, Ernesto Fernández Nuñez, a passionate writer and current vice president of the Argentine Writers' Society, through whose doors authors such as Borges and Leopoldo Lugones have passed, dedicates to us this week some words of re8ection on the current times with exquisite prose.
The South American philosopher Burges speaks up, holding a photo of Kafka, and shares his opinion: the Gregorio Samsa Era, the time of metamorphosis, in honor of the Drst man to turn into an insect, is already knocking on the door of our civilization, he says and then leaves, whistled and booed as always happens to him.
Civilization has never been able nor will be able to solve the problems it causes; it accentuates and hides them, does not build, but rebuilds over what it destroys.
The Samsa Era brings metamorphosed novelties in leadership; no one seems to be who they are, the discourse adjusts, prodles adapt, self-criticism, re8ection, and doubt, one of the names intelligence goes by, are quickly operated on with noninvasive treatments.
That's not all, in a few hours a territorial dispute transforms into an armed con8ict, allies and enemies celebrate, metamorphosis in its purest form.
Belligerent zones, wars, turn into new investment and development opportunities, soon to be listed on the stock market.
There is complicity in violence, so, what other sophisticated form of slavery in the guise of social control is being designed behind this reality?
Let's take a risk, it's about colonizing the brain, using the negative manipulation of artidcial intelligence, shifting the axis of common sense, hiding the truth in post-truth, and accepting as logical and normal what our body viscerally rejects.
The words, which make peaceful agreements, worn and weakened by their misuse, are replaced by primary feelings, hate and resentment, as necessary gods, omniscient and omnipresent. Foundations of racism.
If so, we must agree with the philosopher Burges, the metamorphosis, the Samsa Era, transforming man into an insignidcant insect, is already among us.
Our young country and those who inhabit it, we have defenses against that reality, we can still look as far as our memory allows, stripped of darkness, we have a return from our disagreements.
Those who are denied this possibility, with pain, are those for whom a projectile, from banality, entered through a skylight extinguishing candles and lives.
We have an individual destiny and a common one, in the latter, the 8utter of a butter8y in Misiones produces an avalanche in Mendoza, the avalanche, a blackout in a hospital in La Rioja at the moment a woman is giving birth, birth lit by candles that a farmer from San Luis kept, to close the miracle that we are all one or should be.
Ernesto Fernández Núñezwriter-psychoanalyst-vice president of the Argentine Writers' Society. S.A.D.E.