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Three black chopsticks

one made by steel-USA- the second by wood-Europe- the third a plastic one-China

I was in China recently, after traveling 5000 km -by train and bus and taxiin a week, after visiting a newly born private art-museum and its "First Biennial Exhibition" (build in the middle of "nothing") after visiting an "Inner Mongolia" tourist-trap (where the Chinese middle class is dressing up to play "Mongolians" and take pictures together with animals and peasants that the company sublets), after counting at least 40 brand new large cities all looking the same, all growing in every direction, I have a clear image of the actual situation. I see us locked in a triangle made by chopsticks: three black chopsticks, one made by steel-USA- the second made by wood-Europe- the third a plastic one-China- are closing around us. They arehard and fast and we are rice. They represent the Total North. US is Total North's philosopher, it teaches how life is worthy only if spend in confusion and fear, how everything feels better if it means nothing and how daydreaming some future-any future- is a better Now Europe, the philosopher's PR-agent, advertises the secret meanings of such flat rhetoric, there's beauty in pop and consumerism Europe suggests- just turn your toilet seat the other side, try focus on it and re-discover it: it's now powerful, artistic, scientific and spiritual. Then there is China, the Mother-Worker/Provider/Ultimate Customer the experiment and the cave of the experimentation, the body and its coffin. Outside of that terrifying triangle, the crazed Pac-man of the Muslim World, is expanding-like the Chinese cities-to all directions. Its copying as it always did, the worst of the West and its suffocating -as always- the best of the East. The only variety of life benefiting from this state of affairs are cellphones, indeed each and every Chinese city seams designed and re-arranged by families of cellphones so that they will proliferate happily.

I've seen us locked in a triangle made by chopsticks, the Chopsticks Triangle. Three black chopsticks, one made by steel-USA- the second by wood-Europe- the third a plastic one-China- are closing (or are about to close), around us.

They are all Hard and Fast and we are Rice, they represent the Total North.

US is Total North's philosopher, it teach how "life is worthy only if spend in confusion and fear", how "everything feels better if it means nothing" and how "daydreaming some future-any future- is a better Now".

Europe is the philosopher's PR-agent and engineer, it advertises the secret meanings of that flat rhetoric, "there's beauty in pop and consumerism"- Europe suggests- "just try turning your toilet seat the other side, try focus on it and re-discover it the way "European Culture" teaches for centuries now and you'll see.. it's powerful, artistic, scientific and spiritual.

Then there is China, the Mother-Worker/Provider/Ultimate Customer the experiment and the cave of the experimentation, the body and it's coffin in a single set.

Outside of that terrifying triangle, a crazed Pacman, the Muslim World, is expanding like the Chinese cities to all directions, copying (as it always did) the worst of the West and suffocating (as always) the best of the East.

The only variety of life benefiting from this state of affairs are cellphones, indeed each and every Chinese city seams designed and re-arranged by families of cellphones so that they will proliferate happily.

A simple mission

To try and hold those chopsticks- for a bit at least- before they"ll close on us.. Try and knock them down from the table. I understand the absurdity of such a mission but I have a daughter and nothing to lose and maybe you too.

I am convinced that there's no way to try and do this directly in Europe or the US, as for China, such efforts would be obliterate in a mini second. Anyway, I believe that each and every moment has its karma, this is 2016 and soon 2017 and on that year's 365 days, each offering 24 hours with every hour containing 60 minutes. One could simply try and use one or more of those minutes to contain somehow "El Desarollo" on a very special territory, the country of Colombia. That place -I am convinced- holds the keys to the resolution of "development" (if we can stop it -or at least slowdown it-there, then we can stop it or slowdown it everywhere).

That's because Colombia comes with a bit of everything the world is made of.. There's Gabriel Garcia Marquez's "Macondo", still a virgin and mysterious place known as Aracataca, a tourist-free/luxury-free area that's exhausting enough to magically be not "magic" at all but totally realistic instead, as seriously realistic as in the days little Gabriel was looking at it through the eyes of an impatient child.

There's Guajira, where the Pacific Ocean encounters Sahara-style sand dunes and where Egyptians, Phoenicians and Gypsies (nobody knows when and how they arrived there) still live and dream "the desert way" (they are not brain-damaged from the catastrophic mutation the single-god meme start inducing into the population of the Mediterranean basin about 3000 years ago).

Next to Guajira there's Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta, a better Tibet where the people are NOT monks and they are not searching for some better re-incarnation. Those people, Aruhacos and Kogi and others, have style but they don't spend their lifetime building magnificent temples to use them to intimidate their body. Their villages are not discovered (yet) by trillions of tourists (maybe because suffering is not glorified there) and they don't ask for better roads or schools, they just ask for internet and they are powerful enough to succeed last year closing down for a month Tyrona's Park (Colombia's #1 tourist destination). That happened in December, when this place is visited the most.

There's also the Magdalena River, a mythical body of water that cuts down through the country bringing in mind Bolivar who traveled it the other way, (from Bogota to Cartagena), escaping his own dark side, choosing to better die than to become dictator .

In Colombia there are weird places such as Canyo Crystales, waters tinted by crazy colors that one would think existed only in Super Mario for Nintendo Cube. Until now these places were protected by the fear of the Farc guerilla and their rivals, the Paramilitares. The same happened to the many Paramos (unique holy-humid ecosystems, in my opinion the brain of planet Earth). Now that the Farc are retiring and the Paramilitares are moving to more legal criminal business, what will keep these places safe from all the highway planners and gold-miners and tourist agents?

The same apply to the Colombian Amazon, happily not-protected but simply taken care until now from Gaia Foundation and Martin von Hildebrand (in the 70's Von Hildebrand succeed convincing a tired "Presidente" that the best thing to do to avoid that the Indio communities support the Farc, is to let them in peace and give them special status: privileges only, no obligations. The communities are smartly choosing until now a very limited interaction with the white man, although they agree to have some schools build and to learn Spanish (so that they can keep an eye to what the barbarians are thinking). They also say yes to some western medicine (mostly to take care of all the diseases we brought to them, before they didn't had any), but they refuse free-market, tourism and Christianity. Still, they are penetrated by the most imperialistic virus that "civilization" has ever produced, the madness of spirituality. Together with those other really smart people-the Africans catapulted in South America as slaves- and to save themselves from the maniacs, they did accept the wrong translations of their (crystal-clear) thinking. If we don't tell them we also believe in gods they will take us for beasts and kill us all -they thought- so very basic and mondaine concepts and practices (such as talking with animals and trees, communicating with one's inner self or absence of self, ) become "spirits" and "shamanism" and "religion". Societies organised in such perfect ways that they could survive very hostile environments, start acting as parrots and generation after generation they start believing it themselves and start subscribing to the description the white man had sketched already about them before even meeting them. The Africans, living closer to the Whites tried to hide their logic into the crazed gods of the invaders but Aristotle and Plato's mental weapons proved to be really effective: not only they provide a perfect excuse for start splitting the world apart (as if the world is just products that somehow mixed up in the delivery and you need divide again in order of start selling them) but they also provide mental space to start building a disagreement with reality. (Because the Greeks and especially the Greek men, the very few Greek men that were not slaves but "free", could afford it). When you permit to yourself such a disagreement, then it comes the lament and then you start searching for "help", hence the single God and/or His Son -hence Jesus, or/and His Prophet - hence Mohamed or his toy - hence Buddha.

And all of this can fit very in 24 (more or less) letters that first are used to write down what people own you (so you can tax them), then the various Books of God, (so you can find an excuse to kill them), then the songs of Beatles

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Miltos Manetas, September 2016