The Great Rebellion
Chapter 1. Life
Although it may seem incredible, it is certainly very true that this so much hackneyed modern civilization is frightfully ugly, it does not fulfill the transcendental characteristics of aesthetic sense, and it is devoid of inner beauty. We boast a great deal of those same old hair-raising buildings which resemble real mouseholes.
The world has become tremendously boring, the same streets as always and horrible housing everywhere.
All this has become tedious, be it North or South, East or West of the world.
The same usual terrifying, nauseating and barren uniform. “Modernization!”, the crowds exclaim.
We resemble vain peacocks with our fine clothes and shiny shoes, although all around us and throughout the world there are unhappy, undernourished and wretched millions.
Natural, spontaneous and ingenuous simplicity and beauty, without any artifice nor conceited make up, have disappeared in the female sex. Now we are modern, that is life.
People have become dreadfully cruel, kindness is not found, nobody has compassion for anyone any more.
The display windows of luxurious stores are glimmering with extravagant merchandise which the less fortunate definitely cannot afford.
The outcast in our society can only gaze at silks and jewels, costly bottles of perfume and umbrellas for the rain; look but not touch, a torment similar to those of Tantalus. People of these modern times have become extremely gross. The perfume of friendship and the fragrance of sincerity have radically disappeared.
People cry in anguish, overburdened with taxes; the whole world has problems; we are owed and we owe; we are taken to court and ordered to pay money, having none; worries ravage our brains; nobody lives in peace.
Bureaucrats, with their smugly curved paunches and fat cigars on which they psychologically sustain themselves, juggle mentally with politics in absolute unconcern for the grief of the peoples. Nowadays nobody is happy, least of all the middle-classes, who find their backs to the wall, facing the sword.
Rich and poor, believers and nonbelievers, merchants and beggars, cobblers and tinsmiths only exist because they have to live, they drown their torments with wine and become drug addicts in their search for escape from themselves.
People have become malicious, suspicious, distrustful, cunning and perverse; nobody believes anybody any more. Every day new conditions are invented: certificates, all kinds of restrictions, documents, credentials, etc, and anyway, none of these serves its purpose any more, those who are crafty mock all this nonsense, they do not pay, they evade the law even if they may be imprisoned.
No job brings happiness. The sense of true love has been lost and people marry today, divorcing tomorrow.
Family unity has been lamentably lost, organic modesty does not exist any more, lesbianism and homosexuality have become commonplace.
To know something about all this, to try to understand the causes of so much corruption, to inquire, to search, is certainly our purpose in this book.
I am talking the language of practical life, willing to know what is hidden behind that horrible mask of existence.
I am thinking aloud, and let the swindlers of the intellect say whatever they please.
Theories have become tiresome, they are even sold and resold in the market... So, what then?
Theories serve only as occasions for worry and to embitter our life.
With just reason Goethe said: “All theory is grey, but the golden tree of actual life, springs ever green”.
Poor people, they are already weary of so many theories. Nowadays they talk a great deal about practicality, we need to be practical and to really know the causes of our suffering.
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