Is this our history? First single-celled
organisms, then evolving and complex life forms, dinosaurs, asteroid, first
humans, intercontinental spread, recorded history. The Sumerian, Chinese, Greek,
Romans. The dark ages. Renaissance, industrial revolution. World War One. World
War Two. Cold War, man in the moon. Globalization, internet. Global Warming.
And there you have the story of life and human beings summoned up. So that’s
it? There’s millions of things inside that, but I feel weird sometimes about
this very solid reality, like it’s missing something.
Once in a while I stumble upon this strange
realization when something so mundane gains this aura of strangeness. Things
look strange if you look at them this specific way. This world is bizarre if
you look well into it.
So this is a name? These letters are
what I have been my whole life? We exchanged these little signs for communication? We have our souls touched
by something called music? How we get
our emotions driven by notes going up and low?
We live in a world with two genders? Men grow beards
and women grow breasts? Men have penises and women have vaginas? We go desperate for them when
we get horny? This sexual urge makes
us lose our reason, and mankind dutifully explores its economic potential?
I wonder how this is related to trances, when I
have this strange connection with the world. They seem like… opposites, though
not exactly a dual form. Both are a strange form of admiration and fascination,
and both require a certain deconstruction of the world. The trances are,
however, sort of meaningful, while this is a distancing that I can feel being
driven to meaninglessness and purposelessness. Scourgers are eagerly await.
