C' EST LA GUERRE (76)

When she is before me, with her blog of notes and willing to work, I say her:

— Lieutenant, we go to the movies...! What do you think? You may communicate that they should have everything ready for within half an hour at the presidential cinema. Here's the movie which must be projected. One DVD included in the order of the day. Everything on big screen, please, as in roll films, Lieutenant.

— Aye, Sir.— She picks up the DVD and leaves the office. I decide continuing the reading while it is becoming hour to go to the cinema, at my home "presidential" theater:

.. and apparently it not came up to Cro-Magnon´s mind  — General X, of course — as idea, this smart and good being, something as simple as killing that lower beast so expensive to them and to all mankind from generation to generation. Much less now, when Cro-Magnon confronts the last Nean-Cro resistances, origin of all our ills. But it is good knowing it, think about it as "sapiens" that we are. Under the orders of Nean-Cro, we have killed without hesitation even massively, but when we decided to kill by ourselves, not so much. Features own of intelligence I suppose, which as the power, still lacks definition.

— Impressive General X...! Modesty aside, — I´m thinking — the happenings on the beach synthesize with great accuracy, or somehow at least, what I'm reading about. While Jennifer and I were in another matter more intimate and, just it is to admit, in hours of work, of power, Neannie appeared.. and everything turned into labour and power circumstances, somehow and clearly, too. Of course that Neannie had nothing to do with us, nor in power hours nor in hours of rest, and he was defeated beforehand, but it is obvious that he generated at all time very much energy, subordinate to his purposes, more bestial than selfish, by the prodigious leap in the time that represents his "birth-creation"  literally beneath our feet, before us, more advanced technologically, i.e., culturally.

On the other hand, we are beginning to understand the problem, what means "culturally", this cultural state of affairs between Cro-Magnon and Neanderthal. Eminently exists an ancestral problem of political identity: we all consider ourselves Swiss, or Chinese, or European or member of an ethnic minority, or also as Catholics, Buddhists, Jews... Nobody is considering himself as Cro-Magnon which is what we are essentially at birth, all of us, all of humanity and first of all.  The politicization leads us to this fundamental, basic, anterior to everything, mistake that is the political-religious identity that immediately they print on our brains at blood and fire and at the same time, in a completely natural way, laconically.. they baptize, grant us a passport, or even our own parents instill us doubtful values. Even the racial identity shifts the authentic and general identity, common to all mankind : we are Cro-Magnon, a being evolved, smart, born to be happy, not only the King of creation but also of the evolution, but prisoner in Neanderthal coordinates or as we say here, Nean-Cro, this tyranny that currently returns to retrieve with brutality all what it had been lost, and even more, by the advances of human rationality. Cro-Magnon returns to lose much ground nowadays. So much so that the good thing about being, the good of to be, of existing, thus, is assigned to be Catholic, Muslim, nationalist and so on.. instead of assigning it on be Cro-Magnon. Monarchies and republics should be Cro-Magnon: are it. Then as "unified" and only Cro-Magnon, we wouldn´t need a God to save us, nor to defeat our enemies, nor make a killing or being a victim of it from time to time : there aren not, simply. Ironically, we could say that it would be nice that God was not made a mess when it comes to help us, and the theologians would give their permission so that we are all equal and identical before God. I.e., that they disappear once and for all.


But returning to the topic, Neannie stayed between us like the strongest and the most aggressive one from the first moment, the less intelligent, too. What would have happened if we had been a small tribe, at the same height (although sapiens at war, with problems), free and carefree on the beach like thousands years ago? I think that situation on the beach is quite illustrative. Fortunately, a few shots in the air, put things in place.

The intercom rings again:

— Excuse me sir, they communicate me from the screening room that everything is ready for the session.

— Thank you, Lieutenant. Collect your things; we go to the movies  — I say it with the usual and cheerful intonation that would have this phrase in a situation normal, deprived, of a man who has decided to go to the cinema with his couple.

— At your disposal, Sir. — She answers.

I get up humming "The show must go on" from Baz Luhrmann´s film, Moulin Rouge.