Winds of war always herald changes in the weather

The global system of “the usual” did not resist desperately, but it did resist honestly. The old, dilapidated scenery held out for a long time against the gusts of wind, swaying, groaning, and creaking. But it stood. And now, here and there, its supports are cracking and breaking, it is leaning, the wind is tearing off huge pieces of plywood and colored paper, the holes are getting bigger, and scraps are flying over the horizon.

The “deep peoples” still chew enviously and resentfully on the remains of their teeth. They spit contemptuously on the tracks. But, in the end, the train moved on.

The winds of war always bring changes in the weather.

The Korean War finalized the civilizational formation of what we are accustomed to calling the West, or the “free world.” The Vietnam War marked the beginning of Postmodernism and the tectonic moral and political shifts that led to the global trend of multiculturalism and tolerance.

The two Iraq wars and the 20-year war in Afghanistan have, willy-nilly, reconciled the world to the “post-truth situation” and become a situational prologue to Hypermodernism.

The story unfolds in two independent/dependent spirals: the frontal (core) mechanics of events and the rhizomatic (network) maturation of meanings.

The difference is that the frontality of events is formed by the dominant presence of a certain collective body, the biological component of humanity. The spiral of meaning is somewhat distanced from corporeality, and it never manifests itself in a complete visible form; it is always discrete, always fragmentary, and always acts as a kind of “secret delegate,” hiding behind the changing masks of brands, personalities, slogans, decisions, names, and beliefs.

The future of meaning has already laid its foundation. It does not yet overwhelm us with a stormy wave of messages, but it already reigns supreme in the “calm wind” of moods. The old men painted on plywood still threaten the universe with their fists, still frighten everyone with the smoky flashes of twilight paranoia. But that is already the coda, the cemetery gate. A new monster is already creeping up, a fresh schizo. The slippery and pragmatic schizoid nature of low-level dealers. In it, both the right and left darkness are devalued due to a lack of predatory nature. And true indivisible darkness does not allow itself to be named until you get used to its warm mouth and say to your children: “Here we are at home.”

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About the author. Volodymyr Yeskiliev, Ukrainian writer, philosopher.

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