On the radio they play Danny de Munk’s song from the movie Ciske the rat ; two warm arms around me. At radio Utrecht the station I always have on, because what they play bothers me the least when I’m writing. In my case, those two arms are better replaced by two warm feet next to me in bed. As a sufferer of neuropathy, I lack the ability to get my feet warm on my own. So I sit here with a hot water bottle and electrically heated soles of my feet and try to think myself warm. Paying no attention to my suffering, because I have not yet conceived the plan to emulate Our Lord in his thirteen-part Stations of the Cross or Crusade. Each faith may think or fill in for it.
While thinking with my beautiful mind what many believe distinguishes us from the animal world, surprisingly new ideas are up for grabs like the crumbs in Little Tom Thumb’s fairy tale. Breadcrumbs of the mind that show me the way to myself. Long live metaphor. As I have learned to put things into perspective after a few operations that mainly highlighted the less scientific sides of medical science, I have learned to see the relativity of my suffering A form of defensive tolerance you could also call it. Or a negative cognitive bias if you like to view everything through the psychologist’s soul distorting magnifying glass. If you don’t put things in perspective, you die your own cross death every day. While you can’t even pay for your own cremation from the contribution to the 666 giro number, let alone the Eneco’s annual accounts.
For a relativist, a whole new world full of humor opens up. That I think to give an example. That our greatest humanist Erasmus could only write his main work; The Praise of Folly, because he could not hold his pee due to prostate problems. Which led to a negative bias on the society of his time. Or that Descartes could claim to be thinking because in his time, for the first, but not the last unfortunately, Western arrogance reared its head. Which I can very well imagine as an explanation. Which, in turn, deducibly leads to the conclusion that people see history primarily from their own physical and mental state of health. Their limitations in that area. To which they then always make the mistake of thinking for someone else. That they suffer from the same shortcoming. Suffering from the same ailment. And so it is from this mental limitation that the nationalist is born.
The gullible child of a loveless era in which, after the usurper Napoleon, the sovereign finally realized how relative its God-given power actually was. And what does a ruler then do almost automatically. Strengthen his grip on power. Because that has also become clear to me as a relativist, man thinks from his pettiness that he alone is capable of creating a golden age for all. Ignoring the consequence that this leads to a form of fascism. Because most people simply lack the ability to put things into perspective. Lacking a proper view of their abilities and mental capacity That if a human being is the measure of all things, this says little about the measure content which in many cases has been shown to be below par. But fortunately one thing is certain. If it doesn’t go the easy way then the hard way, but they will learn! To put themselves in perspective.
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