For the pettit conformists

Sunday morning. Always a delicious time to spend doing basically nothing.
We do no realise how lucky we are of living under a capitalist system, where the major fights are fought for us by he super powerful neo liberal government.
We are so comfortable trapped in the superstructures that the state creates for us, that when something inside of this routine does not work, they take care of it putting things in the right place without forcing us to make the effort to understand what’s really wrong.
But so many things are wrong.
First, we have reduced the concept of freedom to unimaginable levels. The state deprives us form our real needs and recycles the frustration that it creates in our human souls by feeding us with crap.
The Leviathan has so many options for us to canalise the anger created by its imperfections, that it results very easy for us to loose perspective.
We end up even loosing the will to dream that the dream might become real.
In this side of the world, everything works perfectly well. We only care for the tangible ghost of an economic crisis that cast upon us the desperation of thinking that we can loose our poor status of little bourgeois.
Not far away, men and women are caught up in real wars financed by our greed.
The TV screens tell us what it is real. They provide the means and the ends. They shape our way of thinking that melts under the multicolour options of deciding what we might choose as today’s launch conversation theme.
Escape is as easy as switching off. Telling others that we aren’t in command of how our ELECETED politicians plan to fuck up the world for their own conveniences. As if we did care at all.
We give up the possibility of change when we convince ourselves that is not in our hands to do something about it, adopting an attitude that determines what is our role in society.
We alienate ourselves by accepting the things we should not take for granted and, by doing this, we sell our souls.
But who cares about that anymore? They are not so damn worthy anyway.
Yes, philosophy is necessary. We should use it as an abstraction and as a weapon. As a personal vaccine against ignorance.
Some might say that other options are better. That living with a clean conscience is quite cheap in the end.
The modern religion of Pop Culture, with its poor and conditioned space to protest and contest, with its fake revolutions and fake non-conformism, drives us as angelical sheep following an evil Sheppard.
Philosophy is necessary because it challenges our ways of looking at reality, helping us to see the dialectic march of history, with its heroes and losers, with its engine for change and everyday contradictions.
And it gives us a sense of belonging to a major cause of human nature that goes far beyond our imaginable needs and explains us what is the mean of being what we are.
Sinhue knew about it. Find out by yoursleves by asking him.
Don’t think he was a pessimist or even an existentialist.
He is my fictional hero; my beloved humanist.
Although we would not probably agree with all this I’ve said.
He knew the price of living in a society being a subject that had a mind of his own. He was also aware of his inmortality as human despite the fatal decay and disappearance of our physical bodies. And there relies his optimism and faith in our species.
I haven’t reached that point yet. But I know I am in the process of.