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“Hey! sweet ghapama
Whoever eats it is satiated
Hey! dear, sweet ghapama
Whoever doesn’t eat it, understands nothing!!”

Harout Pamboukjian

Theory has it that if you know your goal and remain focused you’ll get there.
‘Meritocracy’. That’s the name of the pretense…

Practice demonstrates that in order to ‘get there’, one needs ‘opportunity’.

The reality of the matter is simple.
Deceivingly simple and harsh as hail. Or hell… take your pick!
If you stay focused on a sensibly chosen goal you will cover a considerable distance. BUT ONLY AS LONG AS the opportunity field you are toiling will not change much. Too much for you to cope with.

There are three sides involved in this. Or dimensions…
Choosing the goal. Staying focused. Conservation of the playing field.

Staying focused is an individual thing. Something to be learned, for sure, but having more to do with the personal innards of each individual than with the community to which they belong.
Choosing the goal is, say, 50%-50%. Each individual is torn between their personal preferences and the various fads piled on them by families/society.
Conserving the playing field is the responsibility of the society. It’s the consequence of each individual doing their thing but the ultimate responsibility rests on the society as a whole.

What happened?
Simple.
Too many of us have stayed focused. On our individual goals. Set according to the prevailing fads circulating while we were young.
We’ve been so focused on our goals, on our respective individuals goals, that we didn’t notice the change. The fact that we’ve been changing the world. The narrowness of our focus prevented us from seeing anything else…
From understating that our goals were out of touch to start with. Not as important as they seemed at the beginning. And that pursuing them was detrimental. For us, for the society at large and for the environment.
Understandably, we’ve become frustrated. Angry…
In denial!

Some enterprising people have noticed the whole thing.
And have figured out that anger can be weaponized.
Used to herd us. To convince us to stop thinking about our fate. And to chase their goals instead…

One doesn’t need much to drive a herd.
A lure to entice, a red rag works perfectly, and a scare to hurry the reluctant.
Presently, globalization is the red rag of choice and the immigrant is the most efficient scare.

I’m of mixed extraction. Armenian and Romanian.
During the last 25 years, some 4 million Romanians have left the country. Most of them are still citizens and some of them continue to vote. To cast votes when the Romanian state organizes elections. Lastly, a majority of the Romanian emigrants currently living in the Western Europe have voted for anti-globalist and anti-immigrant parties. AUR (gold, in Romanian) and SOS.
And there are more Armenians living abroad – some 8 million, than the 3 million inhabiting Armenia proper.

Before wrapping up, I need to add that, as far as I know, the Armenian people have evolved in situ. Various foreign powers have sometimes controlled the territories inhabited by Armenian people but there were no known significant population influxes into the area. Until the Turkish speaking tribes up-rooted and overwhelmed the Armenians living in the flatter zones but that is another subject.
So.
We have an ancient people living in its original areal.
And one of the most cherished dishes of that people is Ghapama. Roasted pumpkin stuffed with rice and spiced with cinnamon.

Pumpkin is currently cultivated in Armenia. But it was brought there from America…
Rice and cinnamon don’t grow in Armenia! Never did…

Why are we so afraid of globalization?
Why have we allowed the scaremongering social-entrepreneurs to lure us?!?

Only because we are frustrated?
Angry enough to forget about ourselves?!?

One of my eyes is short-sighted. Both are astigmatic.
Hence my visual relationship with the ‘exterior’ is impaired. Relative to that of a ‘normal’ person…

When I took up photography, as a hobby, there were no such things as self focusing cameras. Pictures as those you are about to see were way ‘out of range’ for me.

Because of my inability to focus a camera fast enough. And because long ranged lenses were too expensive for me, in those times.

Being conscious of my limits was no cure for my frustration!

Thankfully, technology made it possible for me to indulge in my hobby!
To overcome some of my limitations.

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People may find themselves in three situations.
‘Coasting’, trying to climb back up to their former position or hitting a glass ceiling.

All societies – past, present and future, were, are and will forever be composed of various mixtures of ‘coasters’, ‘back climbers’ and ‘glass ceiling hitters’.

Please note that I’m dealing in self-referentials here. This is about how individual people describe themselves when speaking to themselves.
The coasters enjoy the life they had designed/expected for themselves.
The ‘back-climbers’ attempt to regain the position/status they believe it was rightfully theirs but had been robbed of in circumstances outside their control.
The ‘glass ceiling hitters’ are… busy hitting the famous glass ceiling.

If a society is composed of a ‘healthy’ number of coasters combined with a manageable number of ‘back-climbers’/’glass ceiling hitters’ then the frustration felt by the latter – which tends to tear apart the social fabric, can be compensated by the sheer mass/inertia of the joy experienced by the former. Hence the society can be described as being ‘stable’.

Whenever the ‘back climbers’ or the ‘glass ceiling hitters’ get the upper hand, things start to unravel. Or to fall apart…

To understand what I’m driving at, please consider the pre-revolutionary Russia and the German society after WWI.

Russia was an extremely hierarchical social organism. The birth-place was ‘definitive’. And most of them led to very unpleasant lives. The vast majority of the population, from muzhiks to intelligentsia, could not break through the glass ceilings allocated to each of them, at birth.

The defeated German population had found itself in a very unpleasant situation. After having been told they had been instrumental in preserving order in Europe – as the back bone of the army who had defeated Napoleon Bonaparte and kept in check Napoleon III, they found themselves at the receiving end of history… After their fathers had witnessed the Parisians eating their zoo animals during the 1870 siege, the Germans were reduced to hunting food scraps themselves.

A horse being butchered on a Munich sidewalk in 1918 or 1919.

Hence the difference between communism and nazism. Both equally authoritarian in nature, each of them springs from completely different social circumstances.
Which explains why ‘progressives’ have such a high tolerance for communism…

While the ‘back climbers’ attempt only to reinstate the order they were accustomed to – order which has already been proven dysfunctional by what had happened, the ‘glass ceiling breakers’ are always attempting to open new roads. Very enticing from the ‘progressive’ point of view…

Fact is that both communism and nazism/fascism are artificial.
Figments of frustrated intellectual imagination.
Both ideologies have been put together by thinkers and only followed by ordinary, desperate people.