"For days, I asked myself what could be done, but at the end of each meditation, I saw clearly that I, unknown as I was, had not the slightest basis for any useful action."
Adolf Hitler
I need not ask who is Hitler. The above sentence, in context, explains the feeling I have on this blog.
Hitler wrote the sentence above in his famous book "Mein Kampf", or "My Struggle". Thepassage above refers to the period when he, in Munich, decided to enter politics. So, I use this passage to illustrate that all beggining causes dismay, disbelief and a willingness to give up. Why keep writing this damn blog if no one, unless I, read, criticizes its or know of its existence?
The Internet, with over 4 billion pages, has become the largest barn in the world. Nobody cares for anybody, and all we see are our electronic mailboxes crammed with spam, petty and desperate attempts to sell us Viagra, courses, solutions, mobile phones and megabytes to our ignored sites. Sooner, or later, there will be 100 billion pages in the world and every citizen of the planet will attempt to highlight this huge window using its various gig of photos, texts and broken links. All will be part of this immense global lottery, seeking his 15 minutes of virtual fame, a fame characterized by page views, hits per day, number of members, number of users or, perhaps, the number of dollars in sales. This battle is daunting and we do not have the slightest basis for any useful action, but to write more and more things about us, add more and more digital photos on our blogs. Each blog is a little straw in the great global haystack. Another product in a world of products. The web has democratized free enterprise, but no one can consume whatever is produced. The search engine Google is worth billions of dollars just to be able to say that if you want something on the web, that something exists. But its worth the mere existence? Web sites are extensions of ourselves. Mediocre people are also virtually mediocre.
I have heard Carole King, The Doors, Hendrix, and now I hear Def Leppard, "Animal," a classic. I love Def Leppard!
But let's move on. I have read about lucid dreaming, and I see that is not easy to have them. And I sense a lot of hate, a dangerous hate. A social and political hate. I want to go into policy and try to change things, but at the same time I feel a huge discouragement. I think maybe I should move to another country, but at the same time think that it's a defeat. I hate my job and I do not see a honorable way and peaceful solution to the problem, but I know that any attempt to move only makes me more mired in this swamp of shit in which I get into. Chance puts us in every situation. Or we are not the only responsible ones. I do not know. Just know that I would decapitate some people unhesitatingly in Brazil. Send into space with ten tons of explosives a group of buildings that I hate, in Brasilia, Brazil, with a few specially chosen people inside. I know how some old french revolutionaries felt, like some opposition politicians feel, like a lot of problems can be eliminated altogether, rather than solved. But the problems are there to be attacked, not eliminated. I do not have the slightest basis for any useful action front of a series of problems, but it is symptomatic as a fever. Something ahead.
Hitler wrote the sentence above in his famous book "Mein Kampf", or "My Struggle". Thepassage above refers to the period when he, in Munich, decided to enter politics. So, I use this passage to illustrate that all beggining causes dismay, disbelief and a willingness to give up. Why keep writing this damn blog if no one, unless I, read, criticizes its or know of its existence?
The Internet, with over 4 billion pages, has become the largest barn in the world. Nobody cares for anybody, and all we see are our electronic mailboxes crammed with spam, petty and desperate attempts to sell us Viagra, courses, solutions, mobile phones and megabytes to our ignored sites. Sooner, or later, there will be 100 billion pages in the world and every citizen of the planet will attempt to highlight this huge window using its various gig of photos, texts and broken links. All will be part of this immense global lottery, seeking his 15 minutes of virtual fame, a fame characterized by page views, hits per day, number of members, number of users or, perhaps, the number of dollars in sales. This battle is daunting and we do not have the slightest basis for any useful action, but to write more and more things about us, add more and more digital photos on our blogs. Each blog is a little straw in the great global haystack. Another product in a world of products. The web has democratized free enterprise, but no one can consume whatever is produced. The search engine Google is worth billions of dollars just to be able to say that if you want something on the web, that something exists. But its worth the mere existence? Web sites are extensions of ourselves. Mediocre people are also virtually mediocre.
I have heard Carole King, The Doors, Hendrix, and now I hear Def Leppard, "Animal," a classic. I love Def Leppard!
But let's move on. I have read about lucid dreaming, and I see that is not easy to have them. And I sense a lot of hate, a dangerous hate. A social and political hate. I want to go into policy and try to change things, but at the same time I feel a huge discouragement. I think maybe I should move to another country, but at the same time think that it's a defeat. I hate my job and I do not see a honorable way and peaceful solution to the problem, but I know that any attempt to move only makes me more mired in this swamp of shit in which I get into. Chance puts us in every situation. Or we are not the only responsible ones. I do not know. Just know that I would decapitate some people unhesitatingly in Brazil. Send into space with ten tons of explosives a group of buildings that I hate, in Brasilia, Brazil, with a few specially chosen people inside. I know how some old french revolutionaries felt, like some opposition politicians feel, like a lot of problems can be eliminated altogether, rather than solved. But the problems are there to be attacked, not eliminated. I do not have the slightest basis for any useful action front of a series of problems, but it is symptomatic as a fever. Something ahead.
Meanwhile, I'm downloading dozens of wonderful wallpapers!
My message of the day:
“Each blog is a big straw in a global haystack”
Rosenvaldo Simões de Souza
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