Fragrance (novel) [34]
Pr. Dr. Dorin Octavian Picioruș
Fragrance
(novel)
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Why do the authors want to make things talk? Do they want to return the world to paganism, like those who worship the elephant, then sink it in the sea[1]? If the milk jug or the cat could talk to us, would it be a kind of artificial intelligence more accessible? And if female robots, increasingly „appetizing”, enter our lives overnight, will we prefer „a love with them” instead of our own wife? And will our children, robots too, be like children or like dogs that follow us and obey us in everything, instead of the antics that children usually do? The experiment of artificializing food made us see what naturalness in food means. How much we miss it. The small, wormy apple, meaning with a worm in it, is normal. The ones that don’t spoil after a few days are something else, not food. They are non-food. And when we fly overhead, with our own cars, and not just on the streets like now, our air will be just as bufferable. And some, undoubtedly, will take to the ploughing, that is, through the air, and will tamp down other twin towers, other parliaments, other symbols of humanity, if humanity will continue to call itself that and not otherwise. Because if you transhumanize man, if you introduce excessive technology into him, he becomes a technologized man, a caricature of deification. Instead of deifying himself in his whole being and being completely beautiful and holy, he technologizes himself at the level of the body and becomes a machine, that is, something far too inappropriate for a man.
The car, far too full of iron, consumes excessively, is moved by you and can make mistakes, it gives you a nasty surprise when you want to enjoy yourself, when you want to get home faster. We say that the devil sticks his tail in and breaks your car on feast. And that’s not an exaggeration! Because he, as a ghost, is not seen by our eyes. You need ghostual sight for him, just as you need a microscope for what is inside. And the car does not stop when it wants to, but when it is stopped! Just as light is not taken when it is taken, but when you need to be annoyed. And, after about two hours of nerves, come on 3, the light comes too, playful, mischievous, as if nothing had happened. But you’re with the nerves on the clock, you are with the foams on you like the stallion, you are no longer the one you were. Because the wait has exceeded you. The wait has made you a man with all his minds at home, but with his hands on the buttons. As if Gică, after drinking yesterday, doesn’t want vodka today, but mineral water, because the price of diesel has gone up.
And what did our Marioara say, that I haven’t seen her by a chariot of weather? She said that the land must be sold, but first it must be divided. And that she goes to court, struggles, and gets the paperwork done, to sell it. What, let those from the association eat it, and let her sit idle?! That they’ve been eating it for 35 years with flakes with all, as if it were Angheluș’s pheasants, that I don’t even know when this one died too. He shot crows, he shot pheasants, he shot rabbits, he had his own rifle, whether he was a hunter or not. But if you have a gun permit, you shoot whatever comes on your baldness. And when a dog, for example, started eating ducks, not just anywhere, but in your yard, your carefully raised ducks, you called Angheluș and the negative example ended. The dog stopped barking, it was lying, decomposing near the plum tree, its teeth, bones, and sternum were visible, like in the movie Jana is not a form, but she transforms. And not at the bottom of the yard, but of the vineyard, because in the fall, the vines are harvested, not the dandelions.
The land, a problem debated in novels, over the fence, in public, insulting brother to brother, sister to sister. For a strip of, because her fence is this way and not that way, because my father had to leave it to me too, not just you, because I am his daughter too, not just you his boy. If Ion literally kisses the ground, others kiss it in thought. Or they kiss on the account. The account is in the Bank, the Bank is a metaphor for excess, from there you can take or steal, those who take borrow and give more than double, those who steal take and don’t appear on any news, because they don’t even realize when it happened. Or if it happened, that’s it, because the Bank is a metaphor, not an algorithm. We give you a 30-year loan, until you no longer have the binge for home, for family, for work, for food. The difference between one and the other is that the one who has a fixed, obsessive idea, has an idea of his own, although it seems normal and even goes on vacation, as well as to work, but he never forgets his idea, because someone is watching him, while the one who is asked to empty a bathtub with a spoon or a bucket, does not even think about pulling the plug. The plug is in the water! It’s at the bottom of the tub. And you, who have been ordered to drain the water from the bathtub, have only two methods, because that’s what the doctor said. If you’re not in a hurry or hurrying is not a priority in your life, you take the spoon. What do you say to yourself? Once and for all, someday, I’ll finish. Everything that is started ends. And go slowly, methodically, grow old, and finish it on the bathtub, because everything ends. If you’re in a hurry, you take the bucket, take each bucket to the first ditch, even if the first ditch is 10 kilometers away, then you come back for the second bucket. On the same principle: everything ends. But the doctor, on the 3rd bucket, after the 45 kilometers there and back, asks you: Do you look at yourself naked in front of the mirror? You say: No! Never!! Because I, by nature, don’t look naked in front of the mirror, so as not to lose my teeth. And he asks you, disappointed: Do you still believe in the myth about teeth, about teeth falling out?! And you tell him yes, because your grandfather taught you this fundamental myth. When his teeth fell out, he didn’t want to look in the mirror anymore. And I understood that the biggest problem of man is not to look in the mirror, so as not to be misled. But the doctor, without bothering, as if he were not talking to a patient, but to a crazy person, tells you: The big problem is looking into the eyes! If you look a person in the eyes, you give them the impression that you understand them, that you like them, that you would like to be their friend. And why would you want to be friends with someone who could do you good, but also a lot of harm?! The good as the good, because the good is good to eat, but how much harm could it do to you?!!
[1] Cf. https://www.mediafax.ro/cultura-media/pe-31-august-incepe-festivalul-dedicat-lui-ganesha-zeul-cu-cap-de-elefant-si-cu-patru-brate-21113337.