The speed of these decades has ceased, anxiety is loving. Maybe we have reached the end of the storythat predicted a philosopher and did not occur. Time runs a little more slowly, or it seems to me.
There is really almost nothing. Zero ideas. Or we are in the era of the rehash. And that is why we have invented the AI that needs to copy without stopping. Copy everything until Majara becomes. AI drugs with refritos, cannot assimilate so many things.
All are new forms of spend more water, more light, more nerves. It seemed that wind mills were going to bring more nerves, stress in case they turn or are still. Rotary money
But it has been the other way around, the General Paz wind turbines, a calm Zen, of Cenobio. It’s about turning, grilles such as roulettes that always touch, roulettes with invisible numbers, imaginary numbers crown the blades.
The point is that They have ceased the diverse speeds that forced the world to accelerate without stopping. This slow brake, with the parsimony of the great changes of our inhabited planet, is a particular hypothesis, an intuition that arises, perhaps, from the bulbous clouds of these days.
Everyone has their nerves, their objectives, their myelinas, which are the covers that preserve the nerves of rubbing and interference. Although there are also nerves that go to hair, without lining. But it is easy to check because nothing is happening.
An explanation is that this slowdown comes from the pandemic. In that case, calm would come late, which would be logical. Let’s keep in mind that the world was going at a devilish speed: there was no talk of anything else: how fast time passes, it does not reach me at all, etc. Technological acceleration is a mantra.
Those things have always been said, everyone runs their time … but in recent decades it was true. An unbearable acceleration. And every day I was going to more.
The pandemic would explain a change in attitude towards life, values, etc. Another explanation would be universal precariousness. Even Musk suffers it – and produces it – at its scale. Another explanation, more obvious, could be Trump’s irruption in the global intimate life of each person or thing (rare earths, chips).
By creating overwhelming expectations and even decreeing or promulgating them, appearing as a Moses (of the Simpsons) with the tables of the law … and when you back down and dictate a nine -month moratorium the easiest thing is to think: This guy has stopped the story! It could be … so there is no one to do anything or decide anything.
The European Union could be a good example of this paralysis, but it is not worth it because it has always worked like this, at a slow pace or zero-zero rhythm, with setbacks, etc.
There is a chicha calm that is not known where it comes from. Maybe it is a wrong perception. After all, someone must be gathering somewhere or everywhere. Virtual meetings and teleworking consist of leaving a jar on the computer and waiting …
At least we have freed ourselves in part of corporeal meetings. Dictatorships do not need meetings. They are more executive.
What happens is that The world has been westernized inside. He has adopted Easter holidays and tourist approach as an ideal of intimate life and maximum yearning. It is already known that the colonized permeates and abducts the colonizer. West goes down and emerging are westernized a bit to top.
The Chinese work triple but mays not long do not paste or nail. Another thing is that many cannot. Leisure business is the world ideal. And this brake, perhaps ephemeral, is a warning. The dictatorships will fall one after another (or all at once) for their own heaviness (gravity). Unfounded optimism can invent futures.
This strong wave of totalitarian despotism is the song of the swan of dictatorships. At the moment the world has stopped a bit.
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