The master of our fragile and ephemeral glory on the social network formerly known as Twitter, Mr. Elon Musk Parera, visionary entrepreneur and heir to blood diamonds – entrepreneurship is the favorite recreational activity of two groups of humans: the first-born children whom dad finances companies that go bankrupt (called startups), as the viral portraits of Pantomime full explain, and those who continue to work as employees, but now pay social security – has gone to meet with the Italian extreme right and has made a lot of selfies.
The viralization of these images on social networks (not only in the chaotic fallen kingdom of Musk, but also on Instagram and TikTok) has caused the inhabitants of those digital counties to fall off the horse who do not quite understand what the man who insisted on that the rockets landed, as they had been doing for almost a century in science fiction films, at a meeting of proselytes of the Ancien Regime.
And yet, it makes perfect sense, although explaining it forces us to talk about the Masters of Suspicion: Karl Marx, Friedrich Nietzsche and Sigmund Freud. The shortlist and its baptism are the work of Paul Ricoeur, who postulated in the sixties that, although apparently distant from each other, they sent the world a common message: distrust the apparent because the world is governed by underground currents of meaning that are revealed to us. they hide. Without going into the detail, which is not the subject of this interlude, the result of his contributions indicates that the only way to elucidate the world is to disdain the patent and believe in the government of the latent. Wisdom, insight, became a profession of scuba diving, since the truth lay in abyssal pits inaccessible to the common people.
Like any successful cultural idea, the subsequent simplification led to a commonplace that identifies intelligence with suspicion and cynicism. That is to say, for those who have a superficial approach to complex issues, the latent acquired a supernatural prestige, while the patent was considered mere trompe l'oeil. However, the reality is the opposite, the famous Ockham's razor: the simplest explanation is usually the real one. Things are almost always what they seem.
Musk, like Iker Jiménez before him, applied the philosophy of suspicion to everything he did not understand – never to matters that you master: Musk disbelieves in pharmaceutical science, but not in the physics of propulsion – and thus embraced the most idiotic conspiracy theories. And since suspicion is the mother of distrust and grandmother of fear, by following the genealogy of angry populism, he ended up falling in love with the political philosophy of another who had not read a line of political philosophy, Donald Trump. The disastrous destination of that trip, consisting of suspecting instead of reading, is a selfie with the new apostles of Benito Mussolini. The only good thing about this blatant disaster is how simple the vaccine is. You just have to relax your brow and trust.
