Given the disastrous state in which the world finds itself while we enthusiastically taste some cocochas al pilpil at its exact point, it is difficult not to think about the imminence of the apocalypse, which, if it occurs, will surely wipe out all of humanity, as has already happened with the dinosaurs millions of years ago. We are left over. We are destructive and self-destructive. Planet Earth would do poorly without us. And perhaps our only heritage worth preserving will turn out to be the fearsome artificial intelligence, which is already on its way to replacing us, if possible on Mars, since it is not even a fool's head.
One of the characteristics that best defines man - and of course also woman -, already on the verge of extinction on their own, is their incorrigible capacity to stumble, over and over again, over the same stone. And we know it very well but we don't learn. In fact, we don't give a damn.
It has long been claimed that the Bible is the greatest mega-selling book of all time, with permission from J.K. Rowling or Dan Brown, although it would seem that they have few readers, other than the born-again Christian fanatics, each of whom interprets the sacred scriptures in their own way, no matter how insane it may be, as happens with Islam or the Jews who They still wait uselessly for the arrival of the messiah, just like those Beckett characters who invite us to reflect on the absurdity of existence, of course, with laughter, which is what both the so-called theater of the absurd and Kafka's novels are about. as cited as little read.
But now what is scarce are, precisely, laughter at the horrifying end that awaits us around the corner, perhaps this afternoon, or perhaps tomorrow or in a thousand years. Nobody knows but there is a lot of talk about its proximity, that is, about the apocalypse, which is perhaps expected more than feared. It would be, after all, a relief!
While we discuss the sex of angels, the kiss - or beak - of Rubiales or the process, atrocities worthy of the apocalypse that was already the 20th century, with its two world wars, are being committed in Ukraine or Gaza - and a thousand other fronts. , go-go exterminations and attacks against our planet than laughing at the enigmatic warnings of Juan de Patmos or Donald Trump's toupee.
Of course it would be convenient to avoid another world conflagration, if it were not for the fact that the main planetary leaders who have in their hands the possibility of doing so, of stopping the madness, plan to die by shooting. Ultimately, destruction is the prelude to reconstruction, which brings growth and prosperity, although only for the survivors, if there are any. In this sense, the relative success of the measures taken against covid have only contributed to leaving us where we were, that is, drowning in a miasma of lies and misinformation, exhausted, scared to death. No matter how you look at it, the future that awaits us is not at all promising.
In an article a few years ago by John Gray, professor emeritus of European Thought at the London School of Economics, which precisely prayed about the apocalypse, he explained that Russian is the only language in which there are two words referring to cannibalism, which are trupoyedstvo, which means feeding on corpses, and lyudoyedstvo, which consists of killing someone to eat them.
Professor Gray goes on to explain that during the famine orchestrated by Lenin between 1920 and 1921, in which at least five million people died, in the worst affected areas, “public markets for human flesh began to appear in which parts of the “Bodies of those recently killed had higher prices because they were fresh.”
But let's leave the last word to Samuel Beckett, and in French, the language to which the Irishman, who had little respect for nationalism, moved: "Quand on est dans la merde jusqu'au cou, il ne reste plus qu'à chanter." More wood! How funny! Apocalyps now!
