Mult mai frică decât mi-a fost la începutul pandemiei.

Atunci a fost vorba despre un simplu virus. Omenirea a mai făcut față unor chestii de genul ăsta.
Niște carantină, la un moment dat un vaccin, mai devreme sau mai târziu urma să revenim la un nou normal.

Toate astea au venit. Fiecare la timpul lor.
Mai întâi carantina și masca au temperat intensitatea pandemiei, apoi a venit speranța dată de vaccin.
Distanțarea socială produsă de concediile de peste vară a făcut minuni. Ajutată și de vaccin.

După care au venit lecțiile grele!

Am aflat că unii dintre noi nu vor să se vaccineze pentru că, pur și simplu, nu le pasă de cei din jurul lor.
Că nu vor să-și pună „botniță”. Din exact același motiv.
Că sunt semeni de-ai noștri care după un an și ceva de zile încă nu acceptă realitatea. Sunt încă convinși că boala produsă de acest virus este doar o „gripă”.
Alții încearcă să ne convingă, în continuare, să refuzăm vaccinul. Că provoacă infertilitate, că ne distruge sistemul imunitar, că bilgheitz, că doar cei cu imunitatea compromisă au nevoie cu adevarat de vaccin, că vaccinul asta a aparut prea repede… Iar culmea culmilor este numărul prea mare de medici care răspândesc, și ei, genul ăsta de informații.

Se vehiculează tot felul de explicații pentru numărul mic de vaccinați din Romania.
Că oamenii nu mai au încredere în autorități. Că neîncrederea în politicieni s-a transformat într-o neîncredere generalizată.
Că sunt prea mulți analfabeți funcționali. Care chiar dacă știu să citească, nu înțeleg nimic.

OK, ambele explicații se bazează pe niște realități. Triste dar cât se poate de reale.
Doar că aceste explicații nu sunt suficiente.
Neîncrederea și analfabetismul funcțional explică doar comportamentul masei.

Ar mai fi nevoie de explicații cu privire la comportamentul elitei.
La modul inept, politicianist, în care a fost tratată criza de către ‘clasa politică’.
La modul de-a dreptul lipsit de responsabilitate în care s-a comportat o prea mare proporție din clerul ortodox.
La faptul că o prea mare parte a presei a vânat senzaționalul în loc să ofere informație de calitate.

Nu mi-e atât frică de virus cât mi-e frică de ceea ce suntem dispuși să ne facem unul altuia.
Mai bine spus, mie frică pentru cât de puțin suntem dispuși să facem unul pentru celălalt.

Și imi mai este frică de faptul că prea mulți dintre politicieni sunt mai degrabă dispuși să ne dezbine – pentru a se putea ei cocoța mai ușor în scaunele vizate, în loc să ne dea un exemplu despre ce înseamnă colaborarea în caz de pericol.
De faptul că prea mulți dintre noi sunt dispuși să-i înjure pe cei care nu sunt de acord cu ei – indiferent de tabăra din care fac parte, în loc să încerce să înțeleagă ce se întâmplă.

Mi-e frică de faptul că, la un secol și jumătate de la Unire, am uitat cât de greu este să răzbești singur.
Și de cât de ușor le-a venit pescuitorilor în ape tulburi să ne dezbine!

Foarte multă lume nedumerită.
Aproape nimeni nu mai înțelege ce se întâmplă!

‘De ce se ceartă ăștia ca chiorii în loc să discute între ei și să găsească soluții?!?’

Unii mai optimiști chiar se așteaptă ca în urma dialogului politic să fie adoptate „cele mai bune soluții”…

Realitatea nu mai seamănă demult cu ce scrie-n cărți!
În cărțile alea scrise prin secolul XVIII. Rousseau, Locke, alea-alea…

Dacă vrei să știi ce se întâmplă astăzi, acum, trebuie să asculți buletinele de știri!
Dacă vei fi suficient de atent, vei observa că ‘politic’ a devenit sinonim cu ‘trasul spuzei pe turta proprie’.

‘A fost luată o hotărâre politică’ înseamnă în zilele noastre ‘au făcut așa cum au crezut că e mai bine pentru partidul lor’.

Pentru partidul lor… au crezut ei că așa e mai bine pentru partidul lor… Sau pentru ei înșiși!

Mă rog, fiecare cât îl duce mintea…
Păi da, numai că ei cu ‘credința’ lor și noi cu ponoasele!

Până pierd ei alegerile… se lungește coada la sicrie!

Cred că Covidul ăsta ne-a stricat de cap.

M-am dus să văd ce mai face un prieten care nu prea iese din casă.
Să-i duc niște pâine, niște apă…

Am luat-o pe niște străzi lăturalnice. Cel mai scurt traseu. Nu era nimeni. Ploua, ora prânzului…

Nu mi-am pus mască.
M-am întâlnit cu 4 oameni. Trei cu măști. Doi s-au uitat urât la mine.

Ajung în fața blocului.
Înainte de a descuia ușa, mi-am pus masca.
De unde să știu eu cine a strănutat cu 2 minute înainte? Cine a mers cu liftul?
Până să scot cheia din buzunar, apare cineva pe hol.
Realizează că n-are mască – tocmai ce m-a văzut pe mine potrivindu-mi-o pe nas, se oprește de partea cealaltă a ușii și își pune și el una. După care deschide și iese.
Afară!

Termin cu apa, cu pâinea, vorbim ce aveam de vorbit – eu în continuare cu masca pe figură, ca să nu-i dau lui ‘ceva’, și plec.
Am luat-o pe alt drum. Aveam de plătit o factură.
Bancomate gasești doar la drumul mare. Așa că am schimbat traseul.
Prin fața unor blocuri, pe o ‘șosea’ cu destule magazine la parter.
Afară ploua. Știu, am mai spus-o odată.

De data asta am întâlnit mult mai mulți oameni.
Dintre care vreo 5 trecuți bine de prima tinerețe. Doar unul dintre ei mergea ‘șnur’. Restul… mai încet, mai șchiopătând, mai în baston… Toți 5 veneau de la cumpărături. Cam cocoșati… Doar doi aveau trolere. 3 cărau pungi. Fiecare câte o grămadă de pungi… Un ‘moș’ și două ‘babe’, niciunul ‘sprinten’, fiecare cu câte cel puțin trei pungi…

După fețele lor, sigur nu se pregăteau de vizita unor rude. Copii…
Pur și simplu, ieșiseră să-și ia câte ceva de mâncare. A treia zi de ploaie … li se terminaseră proviziile.

De ce n-au făcut comandă?
Cum face fi-miu când nu-i place ce a gătit maică-sa? Și îi e lene să-și facă singur?

Pentru că nu știu cum?
Pentru că vor și ei să vadă o față de om?
Pentru că nu mai există vecini?

Mai ales acum, când Covidul ăsta ne face să ne uităm urât la oamenii care merg fără mască pe stradă…

O investigatie Recorder a descoperit secretul lui Polichinelle.
Ca BOR se ocupa cu ‘imobiliarele’ – mai mult sau mai putin ‘pe sub masa’, si ca este condusa de cineva cunoscut sub porecla de Marele Alb

Internetul a luat foc. Patriarhia a reactionat.
Iar Facebook s-a impartit in doua.

Unii spun ca Marele Alb face aluzie la o rasa de porci – chestie care ar fi mai degraba de rau, iar altii se gandesc ca porecla invoca pe cel mai mare – si mai ‘periculos’, rechin. In a doua varianta porecla fiind interpretata mai degraba pozitiv. Chiar daca intr-un sens ‘oarecum’ negativ…
Oricum e de sapat si aflat ce inteleg ei. Rechin e mai bine. Oricum hotii au imagine buna in Est pentru ca sunt singurii care mai au respect si autoritate cand se dizolva statul. Ar fi opusul lui “porc”care ar semnifica degradarea autoritatii. Rechin ar insemna puterea autoritatii”.

Revine periodic in atentia comentatorilor de profesie vestita discutie despre sexul ingerilor.
Gurile rele spun că pe la 1453, când Constantinopolul era asediat de armata turcească, iar ultimul împărat al Bizanţului, Constantin al XI-lea Paleologul (Dragases) se dădea de ceasul morţii să apere cetatea, călugării de acolo au încins o dezbatere aprinsă despre… sexul îngerilor. Sigur, potrivit unora, aceasta este doar o poveste lansată pe piaţă de catolici, pentru a-i discredita pe călugării ortodocşi.

Se vede cu ochiul liber ca insasi aceasta pilda seamana putin cu banda lui Moebius. Sau cu sarpele care-si mananca coada…
In loc sa discutam miezul pildei, ne apucam sa interpretam demersul ca pe incercarea unora de a murdari imaginea altora…

Cam asa si cu discutiile pe marginea povestii cu Marele Alb.
In loc sa discutam situatia, ne apucam sa evaluam daca ‘Marele Alb’ e de bine sau ‘de porc’.

Cautand sa ilustrez opinia mea cu privire la tarasenie – si anume ca in mijlocul nostru se afla un imens elefant (alb) pe care ne facem cu totii ca nu-l vedem, am dat peste poza de mai sus. Insotit de o ‘explicatie’. Pe care imi voi permite sa o citez in original.

A white elephant is something that’s become a burden because it hasn’t met expectations.

“Un elefant alb este cineva care nu s-a ridicat la nivelul asteptarilor si care, astfel, a devenit o povara.”

Ce facem?
Mai discutam mult despre sexul ingerilor? Permitand, astfel, elefantului sa creasca din ce in ce mai mare?
Si, eventual, sa devina transparent? Atat de transparent incat nici macar nu va mai fi nevoie sa ne prefacem? Ca nu-l vedem?

Sau rupem pisica?

Pana la urma, ai doar doua variante la dispozitie atunci cand iti dai seama ca ai ajuns in rahat.

Faci ceva cu ‘mirosul’ pana te lamuresti cum de-ai ajuns in halul ala sau te intorci, pur si simplu, din drum.

Daca ii dai inainte, inseamna ca tie chiar iti place ce-ti cade-n in cap!

Sugar, flour, vegetable oil, gas, toilet paper, soap, pork belly… and also coal, steel, timber, cement…affordable mass produced ‘things’ you expect to be able to buy whenever you need them.

Until something happens and you are no longer able to… either you lost your job or they have disappeared from the market. For whatever reasons.
It is then when you realize that many of your contemporaries consider many of them to be luxuries… And that now it’s your turn to share their experiences…

Then we have the natural ‘commodities’. Things we take for granted but which have not been produced by our fellow humans.
That the sun will rise tomorrow, fresh air, clean water, fertile soil…
Things we take for granted… but, again, quite a lot of people find many of those things to be rather ‘out of reach’!

Finally, but no less important, we have the ‘virtual’ commodities. Man ‘made’, again, but, this time, ‘untouchable’. Love, friendship, respect, trust…

To me, the most important of the ‘commodities’, virtual or otherwise, is trust.

Once we loose trust, we loose everything!

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Studying death as “a way to improve the lives of the living”!

That’s a road well worth traveling to the end! Pun intended, of course.

Here’s my take on the subject:

Evolutionary speaking, death is more important than life.
‘Normal’ organisms – except humans, that is, cannot evolve while alive.
As Darwin put it, we have the evolution of the Species, not that of the individuals.
Hence, for evolution to function – for life to survive change, individual organisms must ‘make space’ for the next generations.
We, humans, are the first who can adapt individually. And how do we use that skill? Attempt to live forever?
“And the Lord God said, “The man has now become like one of us, knowing good and evil. He must not be allowed to reach out his hand and take also from the tree of life and eat, and live forever.”
Let’s assume that would be possible. Who would ‘make’ children anymore? Why? To have someone to serve them?
Who would ‘pass the baton’, willingly, knowing they still have a ‘lifetime’ ahead of them?
I could go on forever…

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not looking forward to breathing in my last gulp of air. I’m afraid of that ‘transition’, and even more so of what may happen in the moments before. But I find the whole thing to be perfectly normal!

https://bigthink.com/life/death
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Genesis+3&version=KJV

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Remember this puzzle?

To solve it, you have to break the box your own mind has assumed. The limitations your own mind had imposed, at least initially, over the whole thing.
You have here the psychological intricacies.

But ‘breaking’ the box isn’t enough. You also need to ‘see’ the lines…
Giving yourself enough ‘space’ to solve a problem is an absolutely necessary step but will not necessarily take you there.

There are other approaches.

There’s a guy, very successful, apparently, who advocates rethinking the boxes. You can start exploring his ideas here:

There’s another guy who argues that there is no box. No box at all!
And that what you should do if you really want to ‘boldly go where no one has gone before’ is to “Set your box on fire
Ooops… the guy really needs to make up his mind! Before giving advice to others …
How can you “set your box on fire” before acknowledging its existence?!?

Which brings me to conclusion.

The first step towards solving a problem, any problem, is to determine the box which contains that problem. The limits you have to cross in order to be able to build a solution!

Which solution might not become apparent the moment you have crossed those limits! Or ever….
But which solution would have never crossed your mind had you remained inside the original box.

Inside the box in which you had originally confined yourself!

Stage 1
You are the prisoner of the box you have assigned to the problem you have to solve.

Stage 2
You’re still inside the box but your thinking outside it.
The box had become porous. ‘Inflatable’, even.
You can make it as big, or as small, as you deem necessary.

Stage three.
You have removed yourself from the box.
You are aware of the fact that the problem must still be solved inside of a box.
Inside your knowledge and inside whatever resources may be made available for the task.
But your current relation with the box containing the problem makes it possible for you to understand – and, maybe, solve, the meta-problem.
From the outside it’s easier to figure out that it is you who needs to muster the pertinent knowledge, the necessary resources and the stamina to solve the problem.
If you really want it solved, of course.

https://www.forbes.com/sites/chuckswoboda/2020/08/03/why-thinking-outside-the-box-is-the-wrong-way-to-approach-innovation/
https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/inside-the-box/201402/thinking-outside-the-box-misguided-idea
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrQwNFaVaZ8

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We know that smoking is bad for us yet we continue to smoke.

Because too many of us are convinced that each of us, in particular, will be fine.
That things are not that bad. Well, maybe for those who had bad luck. Or something…

You see, I’ve reached the conclusion that individual conscience is more preoccupied with it’s own survival than with the ‘well being’ of it’s “host”.

“What?!?”

Do you have a better explanation for why so many of us continue to smoke? To do drugs? To drink/eat too much? To… – feel free to fill in your favorite aberration!

Please don’t quote any study about how powerful addictions are. For each of those there are many studies proving how powerful our minds are when they become determined enough.

How fast things happen after our knowledge about something becomes a belief. A belief in something…

Let me put it the other way around.

Did you get the anti-Covid jab? Why?
You haven’t made up your mind yet? Because you are not yet convinced?
You’re not going to? No matter what? Because you don’t believe in vaccines?

See what I mean?

The world is awash in information. All of us are exposed to more or less the same knowledge.
All of us know that a considerable number of people – the vast majority, actually, are convinced about the roundness of the Earth. Yet there still is a very vocal group of Flat-Earthers. Of people acting as if they actually believe that the Earth is Flat.
All of us have been told that smoking can cause cancer. And other diseases. Yet some of us continue to act as if they actually believe that nothing of that sort might happen to them.

Mind you, there is nothing inherently bad in this! On the contrary.
If people would have believed everything they had ever been told… at one time… the Earth would have remained flat, all witches would have been burned – or drowned, all ‘Jews’ would have been killed – many centuries ago…

The point of this post is to underscore the importance of self.
The huge responsibility placed upon our individual shoulders by the fact that we are the ones called to choose what to believe.

Yes, we are indeed inundated with ‘data’. From the day we are born to the day when our conscience goes dark.
Yes, some minds are sharper than others. Some of us are better at spinning thoughts than the rest of us. Some of us at indeed better at making sense of the information which happens to cross their paths.
And some of us are better at influencing others. At shining ‘light’ on ‘things’ in a manner which makes the message they want to convey more palatable for their intended targets.

Yet all this ‘trivia’ doesn’t change the reality.
We are the ones who make decisions. We are the ones who choose what to believe. We are the ones who shape our fate.

By choosing our faith!
By convincing ourselves that some things are worth doing and that some should be left undone.

https://www.univie.ac.at/constructivism/pub/hvf/papers/maturana05selfconsciousness.html

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There’s no more love lost among your people.
Anything has become enough reason to fight for.
Which has transformed them into a dysfunctional collection of mobs.
Too many people make themselves available to the highest bidders and too few of them ever lend a helping hand to a neighbor in distress.

I know. Things are, indeed, very bad!

And what you going to do about it?
After all, you’re in charge now… Do I need to come back? Take things into my own hands?

The treatment is already under way. And I’m sure you’re aware of it!

It might be. But your cure seems to be making things worse … The old and feeble die alone, the commoners distrust their leaders, the leaders no longer care about those they are supposed to lead, the con-artists command more respect than those committed to the ‘things well done’, ‘fake’ is widely admired while ‘true’ is left behind… where are they headed?!?
I’m afraid some drastic measures are called for!

During the last 2000 years I’ve been thinking hard about the past. About what you had done when confronted with similar situations.
Your measures had been efficient indeed. Harsh but very efficient.
It’s not the harshness of your methods which have prevented me from following in your footsteps.
It’s the short memory of my people. Of our people… they haven’t changed that much, you know…
They forget quickly. A short ‘episode’ leaves a short memory… and the more ‘intense’ the episode, the quicker they ‘clean’ it from their ‘comfort zone’. ‘Something like this cannot happen again!’
So instead of an all cleansing flood or a pestilence which would have decimated them I had chosen a milder cure. A disease they will not be able to tame until they will learn, again, to cooperate.
In earnest! And across every barrier they have erected among themselves!
Until they make a habit of helping each-other instead of running each-other into the ground.

OK, Son, let’s give your method a try.
After all, it was you who to love them to love each-other… It’s your teaching they no longer obey!

There’s something else, Father! Something I wanted to ask you for a while now but didn’t find the proper occasion.
What were you thinking when you gave them freedom of will?
Without teaching them first how to learn?

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For reasons outside the scope of this post, some Japanese whiskys command ‘impressive’ sums of money.
This is a fact.

Another fact is that “Federal employees are not allowed to keep gifts from foreign governments as souvenirs or for their own personal use, unless their value is under $415. When foreign gifts exceed that threshold, staffers can accept them if their refusal “would likely cause offense or embarrassment or otherwise adversely affect the foreign relations of the United States,” but they’re considered the property of the federal government unless the State Department allows them to be sold, according to federal law.

Then why on Earth would anybody make such a gift to a ‘federal employee’?
Oh, to give something ‘trivial’ to such an ‘honorable character’ would diminish the stature of the giver…
Not to mention another fact! That it’s the receiver’s job to obey ‘their’ rules… the giver has nothing to do with what happens after the gift has changed hands…

And what else might become lost in the American bureaucratic maze?

Why do I waste my time with things like these?
Why do I waste your time with things like these?
Why does the US State Department waste its time reporting on things like these?

As former President Donald Trump wades into contested primaries across the country, he’s trying to exact revenge and remake the Republican Party in his image. In doing so, he has endorsed a series of candidates involved in allegations of wrongdoing, especially concerning their treatment of women.

That’s contributing to anxiety among some Republicans who worry that Trump is lending his powerful political backing only to those who flatter his ego. Such candidates may be able to win GOP primaries in which the party’s Trump-supporting base dominates, only to struggle in the general election.

And with control of Congress hinging on just a few seats, such missteps could be costly.

“There is no vetting process — at least not on policy and electability,” said Dan Eberhart, a GOP donor and Trump supporter who said the concerns extend to many corners of the party. “The endorsement process comes down to how much a candidate supports the former president and is willing to have the Trump machine run their campaign and fundraising. … Whether they are the most viable candidate in a given race is secondary.”

What are some of the Republicans concerned about? Whether the candidates backed by Trump will be elected?!?

Is anybody concerned whether they will be able to do something, anything, for the United States?
As a whole?

Whether they, any of them, will be a true asset?
Rather than make expensive bottles of alien whisky ‘disappear’?

https://www.gearpatrol.com/food/drinks/a33806261/yamazaki-55-year-old-most-expensive-japanese-whisky-auction/
https://www.forbes.com/sites/joewalsh/2021/08/04/missing-5800-bottle-of-japanese-whiskey-given-to-trump-administration-has-state-dept-on-the-rocks/
https://apnews.com/article/donald-trump-entertainment-congress-senate-elections-general-elections-ea0839430fc28a6b08227223c0b4e045