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“A.I. ROBOT - End Theme” composed by Nemanja Mosurović.
Credits:
Directed by Lazar Bodroža
Screenplay by Dimitrije Vojnov
Based on Zoran Nešković (1980s short story)
Produced by Aleksandar Protić and Jonathan English
Starring Sebastian Cavazza, Stoya, Marusa Majer, Kirsty Besterman
Cinematography Kosta Glusica
Edited by Milena Z. Petrovic
Music by Nemanja Mosurovic
My father, Moshe ben David, died in his hospital bed as a result
of pneumonia, caused by the incompetence of the nursing staff. He only
had a broken hip but fat-arsed, lazy nurses of that Harare Zimbabwe hospital
managed to kill him with their sheer fukken stupidity.
[ he was some where between 77 and 5077 - definitely about the same age
as the Pyramids ]. Shortly before he died, I sent him this essay, to share
my thoughts with a man that my brother and I always thought of as the All-Father
Odin – from Norse Mythology. I had wanted him to recognize that I had come
to understand many of the things he had tried to teach me. That I loved
him as a form of worship in what I did. That I had learned at his table
. . .
This was no ordinary table, mind you. This was the cutting bench – Mother
of all cutting benches. You make a mistake here . . .
You are smoke on the sacrifice. I wanted to say: “Yes, padrone, I understand
now”.
On our vast oak dining banquet table we used to have our homework and
projects checked.
And RE-DONE. Our extra math, science, geography and english grammar lessons
took place here.
“Perhaps if you study at the same table you eat at - the words will stay
in your brain”I could imagine him saying.
He may actually HAVE said that. It sounds like a thing he would admonish
with.
OR - I imagined it!
Either way - it makes sense in a 5000 year old way.
As ancient an as grinding as the stones and heat of Egypt before humans
began to think (mistakenly), they are at the top of the food-chain.
The extra lessons were our reward for failing tests in class.
Here we learned to question religion and politics through lively debate,
and by logical argument we were driven to discover semantics and the use
of language.
By being continually beaten in chess game after chess game we discovered
Logic, initiative and caution. . .
My brother was ten. I was twelve . . . and we learned . . .
“Initiative is a trait which is balanced by
Caution. Too tight a balance and the Result is vacillation and inaction.
Consciousness as a wave, carries
That balancing act.
All creatures display this effect to some degree.
But humans use a sophisticated, symbol-juggling form which gives them
the ability to create…”
It was at this table that I met with Mnemosyne - the Greek Goddess of
Memory.
Th dalliance turned into an affair - the affair became a marriage - that
marriage became an uneasy relationship - and the relationship became a
form of hegemony which expanded to include others who got too close - for
our comfort and theirs that the best way to deal with these maruders was
to DISSEMBLE!
Mnemosyne has been both a blight and a saviour. Cursed as I am with an
excellent memory - selective forgetfulness can be by passed when it is
expedient, and convenient, to do so.
Nothing like surprising the natives with a warning shot that kills the
first few at the front of the line.
No firing across the bows, or in the air. Shoot AT them!
THAT is a warning!
While there exists Histories of Science that tell one what date the mechanical
clock was invented or the Law of Inertia made its appearance, or histories
of Astronomy which inform one that Hipparchus of Alexandria discovered
the Precession of the Equinoxes -
there is no history of Cosmology!
Or of humanity's changing view of the universe which enfolds it.
It should therefore be no surprise that the world is the way it is - especially
in its relation to humanity.
Before we can read to learn, we are being fed the Christian religion -
sans the bloody history. From the creation of Adam and Eve to the crucifixion
of Joshua bar Abbas - or even some other religion. And soon enough, if
we are clever enough, we learn about the Cosmos.
And the conflict between the two ideas: one based purely on faith and
the other based on empirical scientific observation set a battlefield in
the minds of the reflective and also in the minds of the lumpen.
Not to mention the knowledge that there exist competing religious ideas
that most westerners do not understand, nor have the time to study: even
if they ever become aware of such religions.
The Christian religion is only marginally different from Islam because
it is based only on one martyr - albeit a created one of the Church. Islam
allows any believer to become a martyr. On a daily basis almost, in Recent
years (months in 2002). And so on and so forth….
For this we can only thank the Pilate Pontius for being as spineless as
he was:
Suppose he had had the guts to say to the high priests: that they were
just a silly lot of excitable old Jews: “Jesus is just another of your
half crazy prophets. . . running around in the desert and starving himself,
and riding an ass through Jerusalem. What harm does he do?
The kids like him, the whores like him and the taverners like him. And
when kids, whores and taverners like a man – he is okay. A good cross-section
of your society.
There would have been no crucifixion, no resurrection and no Christianity.
If Jesus had gone free – we would all be Pagans: with no sins to enjoy
and no heaven to look forward to. . . Hell! That would give us a break.
Yes?
But the Roman pilate, Pontius had most of his forces 3 days away in Caesarea
and with the crowd baying for his blood, if he had not offered up some
one, he himself would have been hanging from the walls of his own garrison.
The line in the sand is drawn for the benefit of those who lack the resolve
to cross it. Or perhaps for the benefit of others who hope only that it
will be feared. Either way there is fear.
The line in the sand is drawn as a result of fear – and the necessity
to control it by transferring the fear to others whilst gaining control
of them.
At the beginning of the exercise in civilizing humanity, a few clever
souls realized that their fellows were basically a lazy, squalid rabble
intent only on eating and fornicating and killing rivals in order to maintain
their own miserable lot: for surely it was more miserable than today?
The recognition of this simple fact lead to the first conscious act to
seize the leadership position
knowingly.
The animal kingdoms alpha males merely react to the biology of their respective
kind. They do not set out with conscious intent, and malice aforethought
to commit larceny and murder based on an active greed.
Having knowingly seized the high ground the need to defend it, as well
as the need to advertise ownership, becomes paramount.
Which is what the main thrust of advertising is all about.
Product manufacturers aim to seek the high ground – and can only do this
if they con convince a bunch of unruly rabble to believe enough in the
product to buy it. Thus driving up the market share. Thus gaining repeat
purchase . . .
It becomes a religion . . .
The general population will believe anything – even the effectiveness
of soap powders, which can only be proved by the scientific method and
accountants – things the general population neither knows about nor cares
to find out. They just want to believe.
IN ANYTHING! Just give it to Us!
By way of return mail he sent me: "The Dybbuk of Mazel Tov IV" Check It
out later
I Believe in Everything - probably from watching too much StarTrek.
So. . . “Mr Sulu. Lay in a new course for a New Horizon. Ahead… WARP SPEED
9.”
We need to -
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