Read an article in the morning after having woken up slowly on this Saturday. There is no sound but for the activity of the cat, her purring; and the ticking of the clocks, all their sounds support the silence. Make coffee, the family is still sleeping. They were watching shows on television last night.
Read articles on the computer, there is a nice one from the Guardian newspaper illustrating clever social science linking the fear of death to illogical decision making at the electoral urn. It is well written, it refers to the long dead Max Weber, the sociologist who formalised so many ideas, putting so much rubbish circulating the human mind into a receptacle designed for such ordure.
Any perceived attack on the structures put in place in our minds to secure us a position beyond death is an attack on our substance, existence, on the human belief that we have found a place beyond death itself. This easily manipulated fear of the unconditional and total end of personal existence lets persons be moved to attack the perceived attackers, self defence the motivation for dehumanising these carriers of thoughts supplying an alternative method for attaining the same objective. This diffuse fear of the end allows control, control over those who are scared, control by focusing the blame for fear upon those who use the alternative routes to the same end.
They are still asleep.
Decide to make another cup.
There are cars on the cobbles outside.
The clock is ticking, the hands are moving in silence.
And the writer of these notes feels that he has understood another thing.
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