About “World-Truth” and the “Word-Fable”
by Neil Flesch
Published in Ashvamegh Launch Issue, February 2015
When sitting around a table, often, we can hear arguments in many different tones about politics, society, love, cinema and a multitude of other seemingly useless without some practical sense and totally devoid of connection with people invoking and raising such questions. Loose phrases such as “The man or woman should be and act in such a way.” Full stop. In short, change your nature! If this was a mere issue strictly related to semantic and morph syntactic aspect and our immortality in the search for such a transformation would be guaranteed in advance! But, no! Everything that exists, everything, which is apparently easy to be measured and explained when it is so simple and full of meaning that the immediacy of complexity comes to launch a seamless web of their existence over the fabric of time and thoughts foretelling your inconvenient and unwelcome presence.
“Change your nature” this seems (to me) to be the current and (re) current problem that invariably is presented to us every moment of our lives. Whether through the truths that we hold smothered in our intimate and always eager for them to finally could launch a gasp of freedom against the theatre of fables and lies that we all, to a greater or lesser degree, we are all required to compulsorily represent when we dress that chosen domino, on the graduation of school of life, as a means of livelihood and occupation so we can finally represent our due role on the big stage of life. That stage so desired by some and cursed by so many others who as reptiles begged for years to be part of this show and so many more desperate ran with legs and arms wide away of the possibility of being hooked by the passions and temptations inherent in precarious condition of imperfect creatures that we are, and we struggle daily to transcend.
In an analogous way, it may be said that the term “Change your nature!” would be only one direction that would show us only two possible ways to be chosen in this change process: i.e., forward or back. And this movement, to either direction, is where the problem lies, the Achilles tendon, the sophistry displayed by many modern famous speakers and, in the end, except for some honourable exceptions of speakers and professional swindlers writers who know the true nature of the bluff and the coup that they are unleashing on the incipient general public, because what they really mean, in short, the swindlers writers is the following paragraph: “Look, I don’t like you as you are. Moreover, I am here to convince you that I am right about my opinions and conclusions about your personal uncertainties and where settle all your shortcomings intellectual training and character deficiency. In fact, I would like to make it clear now that you are not a bad person. You are just another lazy and curious person, among thousands of other more like you, and that of free will abdicated your right of free will when decided to come up here to attend my lecture. However, on the end of it, if you behave straight and do your part in the jester that I’ll play with you all together for a few hours, if you are stupid enough to be able to fall in all sequences of emotional traps that I will intentionally make you fall in them, if you even so, finally, want to buy one of my books come to win an autograph and make a selfie with me, fine! I will not judge you nor insist more for you to get rid of your current status quo that is written in bold letters in the middle of your forehead, “I am the current issue.” The curse and the stigma that tenaciously inflict the reality that surrounds me with a sense of unease within the perimeter of my “maintenance zone of the dignity of my boredom.”
Introduction to the Author:
Neil Flesch lives in New York with his family. As a child, he dreamed of becoming a priest, scientist, doctor and engineer, but never realized his childhood dreams and ended up spending a good part of his life working with technical issues. He decided to start writing in his old age when he realized that his whole life had been like a huge sunny plain full of dreams that never ceased to flourish.