Study on How More is Less, Less More

[Design not mine, I am sorry I don't recall where I got it.]

Male and female, old and young, they are constantly snuffling. They are moved by the scent of their prey: always hunting, alone, in group. The world outside is fierce and you must be fiercer than it, harder, above it. Hunting. For “the others”. Praising. “The others”.
I wonder if in that constant snuffling they could sense their own smell: a mix of blubber with sweat, filth and perfume, that same perfume the others wore. Perhaps it made them feel like they were less themselves and more like the ones they hated and despised. Their dirty little secret is hidden under the fat of being like them is all I want.
Eight. Ten. Twelve hours of constant hunting. This is all they know. All they see. All they obey. They obey.
I swear, if these people did not wear blouses/shirts, tie and black pants, I would mistake them for pigs rolling in the mud and finding it absolutely beautiful.
They do not speak, they squeal, loud. Their language is burped and they do not make the slightest effort to speak. It is like the world owed them so much so why bother... why bother embracing it? Exquisitely curious how this specie refuses to mingle, in every aspect.
The way of greeting one another is also very intriguing: they use expressions such as “coños”, “pendejo”, “desgraciada/o”, which in their native tongue means respectively “cunt”, “dumbie” and “bastard”. Those words were stammered in such natural way that perhaps you would think they were being kind and affectionate with one another.
My question to this matter is: “Do they greet each other like this because unconsciously this is how they think of themselves?”
Another dualistic observation is how they treat other species that are part of the same workforce as them: 90% (just so my study does not fall into generalizations) assume the aspect of dominant and seek at every cost to take down the “intruders”, by being monosyllabically very emphatic, even if the workforce is obviously affected by these internal attempts of extinction. But they seem to possess a very limited sight, like donkies wearing halters, seeing only forward and even still, no more than one foot ahead.
The experience of being a Brazilian who embraces the American culture, works for an American company among 99% of Latinos was truly enriching: I thank God for being intelligent and for having knowledge, although they are genuinely happy in their ignorance, and I am always left with the lights off, ruminating my thoughts.
Study completed.


AcidBurn said...

The grotesque, the humanmud, the savagery, what else is left than a complete intimacy between humanity and animality? Remember when we used to talk to our old pal Hobbes about how men tend to entirely lose rationality in state of chaos? There is something controversial in being in the bottom with the crowd, aiming to be in the top, behaving as if they wanted to go even more down. That is baby what we call ignorance effect, right? Believe it is all you can get, have faith, and hope something will ever change. Hope is not enough. Hope is the last drop not life itself. It is a made believe tradition of growing up wanting to be the other, acting like the other, despising the other. I guess playing in mud means the same thing as rolling coasters, without the roller coaster. Getting dirty with mud instead of getting free with the wind. At least, pigs hang out together. Rats though, tend to kill themselves to leave the sewer in despair.


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