Glossa #7: Credo

Ba! I realized what a burrs that cause irritation from the Gloss at the reading public. My great flaw is that from the first word I did not clarify the situation and thereby introduced good people into the temptation. I think that the very moment is to form a disclaimer, to hang it in the form of a constant epigraph in front of each column and forget about the misunderstanding that arose around the fifth and sixth Glossa, as a terrible dream.

The idea of ​​the disclamer was prompted by a wonderful comment left by the reader named Surdomud: "It is likely that this Rebbe, who gave you the Council to adhere to the ethics of private ministry, did not mean to establish some maximum or imperative, but gave something like personal consultation, already knowing you a little." Exactly! That is how everything was with my Hindu Rebbe, and therefore we set up dots over the first disclamer: "Glossa is a monologue in which the author sets out a personal view of things that is infinitely far from claims to universality."

And immediately everything falls into place: no dialogues and discussions, no advice from teachers of Moscow State University, no calls for mass retraining in shuttles, no imposition of the recommendations of the Hindu Rebbe. The misunderstanding arose exclusively from the bad paradigm of the perception of the written/printed word, absorbed by the Soviet man with mother’s milk: a public statement, of course, is the author’s column in the “Russian Journal”, is certainly regarded as if not a guide to action, then at least as moralizing the mind of the mind, an attempt to produce violence over the existing worldview. reader.

For the sake of God - there is no one in the Glosses at all! I write exclusively from the pleasure of writing, supported by a pleasant fee, and not for the birth of the great truths and concussions of the foundations. Great truths give rise to in a completely different age and until the moment of sobering, quickly advancing after awareness of the wretched insignificance of individual attempts. In another age and in another place - for example, in the "Live Journal". In the "Russian Journal", as in any commercial (as well as ideological and so on), the author is correctly positioning the feather, not on a preaching, but to increase the rating of the publication publishing it. The rating is growing, the fee grows - everyone is happy and satisfied.

I understand that a person who is stuck in infantile illusions about the verb, burning the hearts to come to terms with the cynicism of the modern public word and is difficult and bitter, well, there’s nothing to be done. You can, of course, do not humble yourself and to get to the hell with honest people with comments on the forum, but the result of fun will still be cynical and bitter: the more Ushas AD Hominem will spill in the comments, the higher the rating of the author's text. Such is the meanness of material being. So you should think before you once again break into a cry: "Do I have to pour water on the enemy of the mill?"

What I write is the purest provocation. Not everyday - offend! - And the intellectual. This provocative style passes in a red thread in all the “pigeons” - my column, which has been going on weekly for nine years in the magazine “Computerra” (the very one that Pavel Kostylev likes - not the example of “Glossa”), by all the “Learning Lesson” - a column in the “Business magazine”, for all “technology matters” and “capital” in Cigar Clan. The same intellectual provocation is the basis of the Gloss for the "Russian magazine".

Why am I doing this? In order to entertain people. So simple and trite. Entertain and amuse. Enjoy, angry, force you to disagree, swear, hiss and let the saliva. But it's cynical! Certainly! Why? And because I personally observe the social, ideological, political, spiritual and cultural life of human society has long and funny. All these emotions are all these ... nye lives. As soon as the human worldview reaches such boundaries, he is freed from illusions and loses the ability to seriously treat all these ... nonsense. Ideology, politics, united Russia, not united Russia, Bush, sarcose, Putin, perestroika, Judaisms, Hinduisms, Moscow State University, Saran technical schools, Harvardes, state searches for national ideas have long turned into my consciousness into Christmas decorations, which are funny to hilt, outweig, drag back into the box, and play in a word. Well, readers could not forget why I started the first Glossa: from Castalia Hesse and playing beads!

I have been living in a completely different world of values ​​for a long time, I have not allowed any muck to my heart for a long time that begins outside my family. My world ends on the family, followed by the world of a stranger and hostile. Only so, and nothing else. At the same time, my attitude to this world is infinitely friendly, and the irony and the stem are just a stylistic technique that hot -tempered readers are so easy to take. The last book of David Ayk (not a Jew - calm down, the Englishman, which, however, is even worse) is called "Endless Love - this is the only truth, the rest of the illusion." Following Aikom, I have endless love for the outside world, which - notice! - In no way denies the hostility of this external world in relation to the individual.

I admit that my solipsism is unusual, and therefore annoys the majority of the reading public. So wonderful! Let the majority continue to be annoyed further, but, for my part, I undertake and continue to engage in intellectual provocations without the slightest claim to proselytism. In such circumstances, the only proper behavioral pattern is to read the gloss, twisting a finger at the temple: “Well, a stupo -oo -ohing affair! Well, stupid! Look at the Moscow State University, you want to sit up at the Moscow State University! Kukish to you, not Moscow State University!”, Throw a couple of violent phrases in the comments on the forum, experience a sense of deep self -satisfaction, even - an orgyctic catharsis from awareness of their own moral superiority over the "afftar", and ... calmly go to bed, having survived the next painful day in this painful and hopeless life, into which we have managed to get into a plunge.