Reading Day 2
InsurrectionCP #dialogue, #fiction, #narrative, #revolt, #benignity, #constrainment On an early morning the word insurrection came to Télos’ mind. She stood up and searched for its definition, to clear up any doubts regarding its implications to the current affairs she was in. ‘A violent uprising against an authority or government’, Télos read out loud. Yes, the word’s definition reassured her. It was fully related to what was happening or needed to happen. To further enhance clarity, she started to circle around the room, placing charcoal pieces in each corner, whilst trying to understand the degree of violence an act of insurrection would need to contain to deserve its name. The synonyms that appeared in the Thesaurus provided her with a more accurate image: ‘coup, insurgency, revolt, revolution, riot, sedition, uprising…’ Amidst her inner ramblings, the apparition of Genesis brought her train of thoughts back to the dimension of dialogue. Genesis laid her hand on her shoulder, and said calmly, ‘It seems you always invoke me at the verge of your rational climax, should my company disgrace the efforts of self-reflection? How have you been my old friend?’ With a sense of relief, Télos sat on the chair that was closest to her. ‘Oh Dear Genesis, how nice it is to see you again… What’s really at stake is never fully revealed to us, is it? What’s powerful seems so often to be obscure, diminishing our own capacity to provide… to oneself, the near ones, loved ones, to those in need… It feels disturbing to be reminded that ethics and morals can serve purposes that are blind to us, and aren’t necessarily benign in nature.’ While speaking, Télos moved her hand in the air. She sought for that fragrance emanating from Genesis that was so soothing, and conti nued. ‘If only power could be left to interact with those who either enjoy competing for it or succumb to it… Is it plurality that power fears so much? I suppose so, because if plurality propagates in unpredictable ways, then “the one power” form can never be applicable to such diverse shapes of existence… How much I wish that forms of social poesis, like Epicurus’ “Garden”, could be left alone, to propagate… But fear seems to be such a key factor in our behaviour, “my fear”, “your fear’’, “our fear”, “power’s fear”…’ Télos stood up a bit abruptly, and continued placing charcoal pieces around the room again. The piles of charcoal had grown quite big by now. ‘But what is it that you are craving for?’ asked Genesis. ‘Obviously to live fully, but so that others can’ exclaimed Télos.
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