On the eve of Easter, on the other side of good, there is always a seasonal aggravation. This year is more stormy than ever.. In the Russian segment of my personal information bubble - the conditional "
Someone sharit Okhlobystin - having slammed an extra glass and didn’t have a proper bite due to fasting, the pop actor goes to war, preaches nuclear ashes and claims that all Russians have been waiting for this moment “30 years of humiliation”. \! » (I wonder if this is postmodern or just plagiarism? ) “A world in which there is no victory for Russia, we do not need! » In the theatrical genre, it is the jester who is often assigned the role of a choir - a common voice.
But the old man Grebenshchikov presents a premiere on Youtube - another creepy song-parable about coffins sprouting in the heart and souls leaving black smoke into the sky. Russian friends of post-middle age and liberal views habitually fall into ecstasy.
As if echoing both - a shabby jester and an enlightened guru - a serious biochemist frendessa posts news about Martian bricks. Indian (decolonized British) scientists have picked up a complex of microorganisms - a kind of leaven - which will make it possible to " "
In general, the whole of Russian society - each in its own way - is experiencing the apocalypse, each in its own way cherishes the inescapable Russian craving for death and carrion and the inescapable Russian horror before the hellish abysses of its own mysterious soul..
On this side of the border, which has become a front line and an existential abyss, the air also stinks of the Apocalypse.. There will be no Easter truce. The Kremlin Needs Victories—and Urgently. And if the propagandists from the FSB promised victory by May 9, then the propagandists from Orthodoxy - by Easter. Yes, just in time for Easter. don't ask. I don’t know in what inflamed brain the idea arose that death and destruction are a worthy sacrifice to the Christian God. But the symbolism is, of course, colossal.
However, they have their own Easter. And my idea of \u200b\u200bvictory. This is the victory of death over life - in contrast to the atoning sacrifice of Christ. Never before has the perversion of Christianity by Russian imperial ideology been so obvious.. Never before has necrophilia, characteristic of the civil religion of the USSR and fully inherited and adapted by Putin's Russia, been presented in such a frank form.. Not sparing your own to kill more strangers - who also seem to be " This is her goal. Because real greatness grows and flourishes only on one type of substrate - on the corpses of the victims brought to this Moloch. It doesn’t matter if it’s “friends” or “strangers” - “greatness”, like a corpse-eating worm, equally successfully digests any flesh.
The slip about “victory by Easter” is about this. Victory Day is as much " Serves from the wrong department and the wrong lord.
Confusion - to the point of stupor - that gripped most of the Ukrainians with the first explosions of the new war, attacks each of us to this day.. We do not understand how we ended up here - in the middle of some kind of anachronism. The ruptures of matter - stone, metal, earth and human bodies - are no more striking than the rupture of time.. As if some space villain (and not a dwarf tormented by a physical illness) launched a time machine that threw us back a hundred years.
Lord, this is the 21st century! Spaceships have become a thing of the past and have given way to communications satellites and space stations.. A message from one end of the earth reaches the other in seconds. Girls in virtual dresses post installers. Ahead - the settlement of Mars, technological singularity, transhumanism. And even if the apocalypse - it will almost certainly be related to the climate or the uprising of the machines, or at least with the virus. In general, with something inhuman. Death in the 21st century simply can no longer have a human appearance.. Although it still remains the work of human hands and our worst qualities.
But while we were looking out, trying to guess the features of new unknown threats, while we were looking into the future - with curiosity, fear and always hope - the thin fabric of the universe was torn, and devils crawled out. Like in Love, Death and Robots. Only in human form. And this is what amazes us the most - more than the imagination of animators and the possibilities of computer simulation..
What is a protracted Fin de siecle? The twentieth century, like an aged debauchee, realized that younger and more successful competitors had appeared, got botoxed, and went into his last and decisive battle.? He took out from his wide trousers everything that he rattled and terrified in his youth and maturity - fascism, colonialism, nuclear apocalypse, propaganda lies....
But in fact, the question does not change from century to century.. It's always the same: where the devils come from? They come, as we can see, no matter what age it is.. And they are not taken from some incomprehensible distance.
War is a forced excursion to the gates of hell. With the ability to look inside and see there, among other things, ourselves. Instead of trans- or post-humanism, before us - and within us - there is the usual, banal for wartime dehumanization. In hell, which suddenly came close, and surrounded many of us on all sides, the image and likeness of God, which we all wear on ourselves, seem out of place.. shackled. Weigh down. Rubbed to blood. And there is a huge temptation to take them off. That is, to do something directly opposite to what the Christian God did when he was born as a Human.. Many people do it.
This wartime pragmatism exactly repeats the “pragmatism” underlying Putin’s policy.. Everything human is not just alien to him, not just should be discarded in the name of more important / lofty / personal goals. These goals themselves arise from an inner need to discard all human. Remove from yourself and at the same time from the huge maximum possible number of people Image and Likeness. Such is the service of one's own deep-seated necrophilia. To the secret devil, who dug in inside and promised for faithful service and a plentiful sacrifice the fulfillment of all desires. Including secret and disgusting. First of all secret and disgusting. The devil is a disgusting old man who knows how to look dazzling, but lacks the ability to constantly be reborn and prosper.
Therefore, any war to some extent repeats the gospel stories - it is always not just about good and evil, but about a personal choice that we make until our last breath, like two thieves who shared his last test with Christ. War blows away from the Gospel, like dust, any symbolism. Makes the story tangible. The Mother of God illuminates in every mother who saves her child. A family of refugees - to the Holy Family. Every innocent slain - into a Bethlehem child. The word is released from under the thick, thick layer of rituals, theological concepts and business interests of church corporations and becomes the flesh of the world..
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Every war is waged by the past against the future. The past, fettered by senile infirmities, tries to inflict maximum damage on the enemy. And he, alas, partly succeeds.. Of course heroes don't die. But people are dying. A nation is born in fire - but in fire it suffers colossal losses.. War takes the best on the battlefield. And destroys the best in the rear - depletes strength, hardens souls, sows grief and despair in them.. We will have to live with this bouquet of injuries for many more years.. The enemy, who deliberately terrorizes the civilian population, sparing neither the old nor the young, knows perfectly well what he is doing - he is pulling us downward in a spiral towards the gates of hell, where he himself rolls uncontrollably. But at the same time, he aims not so much at us as at the future, where he, like atavism, simply will not have a place..
Knowing the history of the past that is drinking our blood right now, one should not be surprised that it ends so badly.. But it ends. Falling apart. Hysteritis. Falls into the ecstasy of universal destruction. And all just because he sees his own end. The future is coming. No more “post-” and “post-post-” - only a pure future, not burdened by the metastases of the past.
The thickest darkness is before dawn. After brutal, total destruction comes the time of rebirth and unbridled growth. Easter - the real Easter of Christ - is about this.
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