14 DAY TRIAL // Each time someone is irresponsibly sincere to oneself, one recognizes that the unknown comes from everywhere, from the outside, from the inside, in fact from where one least expects. Facing the unknown, one might have several reactions, the main ones probably being fear or curiosity. Of course, I want to speak about curiosity because fear bores me. I already said some things about science, which is a sort of management of curiosity, and about religion, which I consider a sort of management of fear, although many would probably not follow me on this one, maybe they're even right not to do so, I don't know for sure. Anyway, it's much more entertaining to speak directly about the basic feeling.
Curiosity can not only substitute any other feeling but it is superior to the feeling it substitutes. If the true name of Tao could be spoken it would certainly be "curiosity". All various feelings depend on the curiosity's orientation, depend on which target it chooses. Examples: Stop being brave, be curious instead; stop just enjoying disconnected things, be curious instead; stop being envious, be curious instead; stop loving your lover, be curious about him or her instead; stop being dignified or proud, be curious even about yourself; etc. etc. All the other feelings, the negative feelings, are illnesses of curiosity, are shortages, are territories curiosity hasn't conquered yet or that have been temporarily lost. Fear, what a lack of curiosity; temper, what a lack of curiosity; modesty, what a lack of curiosity; hate or indifference, what a lack of curiosity; submission and conformity, what a lack of curiosity even about oneself; and again etc. etc. How could one be actively against everything that is good and in the same time against everything that is bad? Answer: be curious. Could this be the new humanity? How could you have all the feelings synthesized in a single test-tube, in a single drop, on a single slide, under a single microscope, through which your eye is looking disregarding itself? What do you see? I see my own curiosity. Which microscope? You had to ask, didn't you?
Organize your pleasures and you'll become a moral man, organize your values and you'll get some political ideas, organize those and you'll get a culture. (Not that you'll need it for anything.) You just heard me saying grand words. I said "organize", "organize", "organize". But don't worry honey, that only means "be curious about them". Be curious about your own curiosities. Where do all these things lead to? To the mystery of what I am? To us, who understand each other and communicate so well? To our beloved Europe?
Unfortunately, it seems that in the end I have to tell you what I think about reality. I hoped I could avoid such bad taste details, but in the end, heck. Reality is a feeling. The feeling of reality is the feeling of a labyrinth. Ah, this labyrinth feeling. This is the essence of all things. Everything is inside a labyrinth and any thing is a labyrinth itself, a subtle and polite labyrinth, almost a politically correct labyrinth, hypocrite or ironic, it depends on how you want to interpret it; it is the skeleton beneath the empiric skin of the world. You are a labyrinth yourself. Cheerful whale my death is, and life an avant-garde machine chewing the dogma that eventually swallows everything. Established dance boredom still is. The labyrinth that I am I walk through the labyrinth of the world, stimuli juggling with emotions inside the circus of my mind, sweet candy the entrance ticket is. Welcome to the show! Cheerful whale my life is, and death an avant-garde swallowing the dogma with an eddy and a yawn. The labyrinth that I am I walk through the labyrinth of the world, hugging the word "Ariadne". If I follow my lover's ply maybe I can exit myself but not the exitless labyrinth. Puppet hanged by many Ariadnes with sweet plies of objectivity, plies of solidarity.
But no matter how the world might be, no matter what the details and the statistics are, what is clear is that it's a joke. Of course, some may think it's a bad joke, but meanwhile others have managed to get along with the absurd and to go for a barbeque. God once said in a panic attack: "Let there be light!" After creating the light he saw the light was good and he was happy. Lucifer than said: "Let there be glue, goddamn this light, there! Let it stick to your faces!" And since then God is light. But then, the void started to fluctuate and for the first time it wasn't for nothing as, due to the glue, things started to appear, stars had formed, plants, people, dolphins and starfishes. Now Lucifer sits in his ignoble castle and helps some wise men how to improve the Windows system.
In fact the world is the funniest joke possible. In the end that's my truth criterion. If you have two theories about something, the truer, the one closer to the absolutely objective truth is the one that's funnier. (You may think that I'm joking. Of course. I told you that everything's a joke.) You may have observed that wise people have a more developed sense of humor, they enjoy the things (eh, people) around them more easily. This is happening precisely because the world is a joke. Wiser one is, more able one is to recognize the details of the joke, its exact directions and nubs. The world is a tragedy, the tragedies obviously being the best jokes. No matter what you'll do you're going to die. That's the tragedy. Death is a sort of credit titles. The gravestones are the seals declaring the copyright. I underline the rationality of the conclusion: the rationality of the conclusion.
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