Not even one trap for a passionate

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

Once upon a time there was a young man who, like many other people of his age, disapproved of the current course of things. He was also perplexed about how mediocre adults are wasting their lives. He, too, had goals and a surging energy to fulfill them. And now, the time came when he decided to take up the work of his life, wanted to make the world a better place - and went to do it.

So he met with activists of the popular StopMusor movement. After studying the necessary laws and protecting himself from possible problems with them, he found a way to walk around the city with his friends with impunity and pour dirty water on those people who throw garbage right on the street. He really liked to reveal the true essence of a person who was treated in this way, to record his psychological transformations on a camera and post it on the Internet, so that this lesson was more important both for the person himself and for other people. But something went wrong, people continued to litter and absolutely no changes in their behavior were observed. Our hero decided that it would not work to change the world, and went to look for another way.

The young man joined the sensational movement "Souls of Time", which consisted of convinced atheists and believed that the main problem of all people is the fact that they rarely go to the shower, and religion is just a way to hide their ignorance about washing. Studies by British scientists, on which the entire ideology of the movement was based, showed that a decrease of only 1% in the frequency of going to the shower increases the number of murders by 6, 7%, the level of violent crimes by 3.4% and the rate of crimes against property by 2.4%. An important aspect of their activity was constant meetings and reflections on how good it will be for everyone when people have a shower, and when they will be able to use it correctly: then there will be no crimes, there will be no reason to do each other badly. Our hero caught fire with this magnificent ideology, bought a manual on the rules for taking a shower and, inspired, retelling the content to each of his acquaintances, dreamed of a bright future and believed that soon the activists of the movement would create a city where an automated shower with artificial intelligence would stand at every corner. But the years passed, and the conversations remained conversations. “There is something wrong here,” the young man thought and set off to look for the point of application of his energy elsewhere.

The next stage in his development was the acquaintance with the legendary academician Pravoshov, who could cause rain or drought by the power of thought, change the trajectory of celestial bodies and fly to other planets. Pravoshov literally infected our hero with his ideas, mesmerized with conversations about his abilities and praised the young man's abilities, immediately offering him the honorary post of coordinator of the first level in his movement called “Testament. Ice Eye . Years passed again, again nothing changed: meetings, discussions, conversations, management of lower-level coordinators … The young man even from time to time gave lectures on healthy lifestyles and the mysticism of our life in schools, but he could not answer a single question about why what he said is really true and, in order not to seem stupid, he referred everyone to Pravoshov's books, where, of course, there were no explanations either. Pravoshov courageously fought first with one or another problem: it pushes another meteorite flying to the Earth, then with the power of thought he saves the territory from the heat, where there has been no rain for many years, then it clears the water in another polluted lake. And our hero could not do any of this, he could not help Pravoshov, and he ultimately died … there was nothing to do, and our young man was already going to leave himself, because he could no longer deceive others, telling them that it was possible clear food via the Internet using a session of Academician Pravoshov, if you bring a bowl of soup to his video.

The “Teenage Parliament” became the next refuge of our young friend. He came to the mayor's office of his city, said that he wanted to help the authorities make the world a better place. The authorities were very happy about such a conscientious citizen and immediately assigned him to the "Teenage Parliament", where he took over as Minister of Transport. The young man attended parliamentary meetings, spoke at debates, took part in discussions and brought up various useful ideas for improving roads in his city. They argued, discussed and philosophized about how best to govern society, what laws should be, how to do this or that, who is to blame for this or that. They wrote reports about their meetings, marked those present, certified the mayor's signatures on their reports with stamps with state signs and neatly folded one volume of reports after another into a pile of paper, which they were very proud of. Time passed, the chatter passed from one form to another, some people left the parliament, others came, but the extreme confidence of its participants that they were carrying out the most important mission of saving the state from destruction remained unchanged. They are the chosen ones, their opinion is first of all taken into account when making decisions by the mayor of the city himself! However, neither the roads nor the transport became better - and our hero again realized that something was wrong here. When he raised the question of why no decisions are being implemented, many stared at him in surprise, saying that their task was not to do something, their task was to discuss, draw conclusions and make decisions.

The young man realized that the authorities would not do anything, but he could not understand why. And then one day he met a man named Podvalny. This man openly criticized the authorities for their helplessness, corruption, and many other shortcomings. The basement charmed our young man, his speech was logical, he spoke convincingly and brought important facts. Podvalny had several resources on the Internet, on which (as he was once sure) it was possible to find evidence of crimes committed by the authorities against society. He believed that the power was to blame for everything and that it needed to be overthrown, taking its place. Our hero had already joined the Basement, but one day he accidentally made a reservation, revealing his true plan. In the heat of oratorical euphoria, Podvalny said that "the current government does not want to voluntarily give us the right to rob and exploit people with impunity, we must take this right away from it." Subsequently, it also became clear that Podvalny had no idea how the state really needed to be run and what he would do if he suddenly found himself in the president's place. The disappointment was deep, but the young man still held out and did not give up.

“Maybe then look for an answer in the study of history and philosophy?” - thought the young man and turned for help to the movement of the “darksists”. Darksists believed that people are ignorant in matters of politics, economics and philosophy, they live as if in darkness. This darkness needs to be dispelled and this can only be done by the teaching of the bearded founder of the movement named Kral, because only his teaching is omnipotent, because it is true. Among the particular problems that need to be solved in the first place, the obscurantists singled out one especially: they believed that the legalized slave system of relations was to blame. Those who have working tools parasitize those who do not have them, and who are forced to alienate their labor in favor of parasites just because they use their tools. They believed that if you take the tools from the parasites and let them use them freely, then all particular problems will be solved. But the obscurantists were unable to answer the young man's question about what is actually the initial reason for the parasitic structure of society and why, being realized, their idea once failed, on what principles the system of professional government of the state would be built (as it later turned out, they had no such concept at all, and should not be, because the ideology was not intended for real practical activity), and, finally, why did they suddenly decide that the people would take care and take care of the tools better than their owner and that the people would have better control over their activities than now it is done by more competent managers. A little later it turned out that Kral generally brazenly "borrowed" his ideas from various sages who lived before him, distorting and mixing this knowledge with a fragmentary and superficial understanding of European philosophy. However, our young man did not want to believe in it, he continued to go to meetings, talked, philosophized, but the years passed, he himself began to grow a beard … but nothing changed.

Our friend was taken aback. He suddenly realized that all these movements, all these activists, all these youth collections are the products of the activity of some one mind, they had the same logic and were built on the same scheme. He realized that at the heart of every movement is a certain simple idea that engages with its seeming "logic" a certain group of people. There are many ideas - and many movements. If you disagree with some, you will find an idea that is close to you in others. This is complete freedom of choice, you can always find movement to your liking and feel busy, needed, useful to society, that is, a person who actually lives. But upon closer examination, it turned out that these are dummies, there is nothing behind them, they, like computer games, allow you to kill time, satisfy the desire for some inner growth, but when you realize that the game has been completed, you understand that time has been lost, and nothing really has changed.

It was a trap. The best and most promising in terms of development, young men and women were carefully selected and lured into some organizations, circles, clubs, and those who wanted to act and make the world were better defined (as they thought, independently) in any social and patriotic movements, alternatively thinkers also found a place for themselves in the circle of the same alternative thinkers who formed the corresponding clubs and movements. The rest were infected either with the idea of elitism, sitting out life on fashionable expensive parties, consuming the most expensive things, washing it down with expensive elite liquor, or with the idea of a philistine routine, if they understood that nothing in this life depended on them, and their task was simply to survive. from time to time receiving a portion of pleasure in short self-affirmation procedures in conversation with the same ordinary people over a bottle of pivasik and a barbecue. There was also a special caste of so-called "scientists" who did the same thing, but opposed their activities to the philistine with the help of the words "science", "strictly proved" and "the uneducated rabble cannot be understood", and as an alternative to such people there was a group "Alternative scientists" who did exactly the same thing, but were not recognized by the first group. There were a lot of options to live your life, but they all worked according to the same scheme: you invest time, effort, your potential, and in return you get temporary satisfaction from realizing the reality of such a life, your significance for some great cause, but in the end everything it disappears somewhere - and nothing remains at all, except for what was "before", but the realization of this fact is accompanied by a bitter understanding that the train has already left.

Someone very powerful did everything so that none of the smart and educated boys and girls could find the point of their application. Our young man somehow intuitively understood this. This thought haunted him, it oppressed him, ruined all his dreams. Wherever he went, he saw the emptiness and dead-end of the idea that lay at the base, saw the falsity and artificiality, as if in an inept theatrical production.

But what happened next? What happens to people whose thoughts reach this limit? They stop, give up and stop doing anything, realizing that this is impossible. They try to forget everything that they have understood and return to ordinary life, but they do not see that this is also part of the general idea, that this role was prepared for them in advance … In rare cases, when a person does not want to give up, something happens. what is different - with each his own, but necessarily happens. It happened with our hero …

… The youth's gaze faded, and he went wherever his eyes were looking. He did not know how much and where he was going, but simply moved with his head down, and was extremely puzzled by some thoughts. On the one hand, the young man understood the dead end of his aspirations, but, on the other hand, he did not want to believe in it and give up. The young man happened to be on a small city beach, where he often walked, sat on a bench and began to look at the lake. The light of the moon formed a trembling silver path on the water surface. The rustling of leaves on the trees and the occasional rush of waves licking the sandy shore could be heard.

- Well, my friend, do you understand what is the point? - There was a calm voice on the right.

- I think I understood, - answered the young man, without even turning his head, - they are making a fool of us.

- Who? Why? - The same calm, but imperious and confident voice asked in surprise.

- In order to occupy our energy with something, - the young man answered, - so that it would not be used to improve the world, someone developed a plan and created all these areas of patriotic movements, intellectual games and philosophical clubs, active events and competitions, amateur circles this or that stupidity. And what for? For us to be slaves, to lose our potential for this nonsense and continue to serve the system built by a truly ingenious inventor. Here I would like to see him …

There was a silence, broken by bursts of waves. Several minutes passed, and a voice said:

- You're right, my friend, with some, but very significant simplifications, we can say that everything is exactly so. You wanted to talk - as you put it - with the "inventor", and so I listen to you attentively.

The young man turned in surprise. Next to him sat a man in a black old-fashioned suit with a top hat and a black cane in his hand, resting one end on the sand, and the other on his thigh. One leg was thrown over the other, and the man himself sat upright and with a calm expression on his face looked into the distance in front of him. The person's face was not fully visible, the brim of the top hat did not allow moonlight to illuminate the eyes, but the lower part of the face was clearly visible. The imperious features of a clean-shaven face gave rise to a heightened desire to bow and obey him. The lips were folded into a subtle smile.

- So what did you want from me? The stranger asked again.

- What is this all for? The young man asked shortly.

- You will hardly understand the answer to this question correctly, because this requires experience, life wisdom, responsibility … you did not have all this where you came from …

- Where did I come from? - Asked the young man, interrupting the stranger.

- You came from another world, more perfect than this one, and this world was created by me as a place where people like you who have committed a crime in that world are being re-educated.

- And what did I do !? The young man asked in surprise.

- The fact of the matter is that nothing. You didn’t do anything useful, but only uselessly and ineptly wasted your potential, you went against the idea of social development, which at that moment dominated in your world, you only wanted to receive, but not to give, to consume, but not to create. People like you have been gathered here, and here you have built, with my curatorial help, this world where your dreams have come true and where your behavior has application. You wanted it - you got it. Everything here is exactly as it should be with the logic of social behavior that you demonstrated there, in your homeland. You yourself create your own values, these your games, clubs, hierarchies, movements, toil with nonsense. You are fooling yourself, I only help to translate your ideas into reality, I give you what you want, but in such a way that certain laws and rules are observed that guarantee the stability of life itself under these conditions.

“I… I don’t understand…” the young man stammered.

“I know, but you have to believe me. I told you you won’t understand. Later, depending on how you show yourself here, you will open up some opportunities and knowledge that are inaccessible to any of the most "important" and "high-ranking" people of this world, or rather, everyone considers them as such. And those to whom this knowledge became available, and who were already able to use it correctly, were returned to their homeland and now feel great there.

- Are there those who could not? - asked the young man.

- Of course, they are the majority. Their memory is erased again, and they started a new life in that place and in those circumstances that, in my opinion, based on the analysis of their activities, would suit them in the best way.

- Why did you show up here and talk to me?

- You give hope for mental recovery, and you have come to the right results through independent reflection. But these are all small things compared to what you still have to do. My appearance is your incentive for further work and a kind of riddle that you must solve. If you guess correctly, you will get what I said. I will take you under my control and will carefully watch how you behave now. Your mistakes will now cost you more, but your abilities will develop faster. Are you ready for this?

The young man turned forward and looked thoughtfully at the moonlit path. The wind continued to sway the leaves, the sound of the waves was pleasantly soothing. Now the world no longer seemed so hopeless and ridiculous. Our hero realized the stranger's project more fully, felt, although not yet fully understood, the existence of a holistic and consistent plan. He began to vaguely guess what to do and what had happened in general.

- I'm ready! - Briefly answered the young man, turning to the stranger.

He did not see anyone and was delighted, because this just confirmed his guess. Getting up from the bench and smiling barely perceptibly, our hero walked towards the house, confidently looking straight ahead.