A mi modo de ver, los hombres sólo tienen un innegable problema: otros hombres. Es ahí de donde todas las conflagraciones emanan.
En los albores de la humanidad los hombres regalaron su poder. A otros hombres: príncipes, reyes, magos, generales y sumos sacerdotes. Se lo cedieron, porque se tragaban lo que estos semejantes les contaban. Compraron el Sí-Señor, la caca-de-la-vaca. Los hombres siempre aceptan el Sí-Señor cuando se trata de otros hombres.
Probablemente un extraño se puso de pie junto a la hoguera y les dijo: “Muy bien chavales, a partir de ahora, yo soy el rey. El sol es mi padre, la luna es mi madre y ellos son los que me manifiestan cuando se deben arrojar las vírgenes al volcán. Hasta se espera que todos hagáis una profunda reverencia a mi paso, y así mismo debéis proveerme con la mitad de vuestras cosechas. Además he sido investido con el legítimo derecho a fornicar con vuestras esposas e hijas. Y no os olvidéis que, si lo deseo, puedo concentrarme con gran intensidad y hacer que vuestras cabezas exploten”.
Y los otros pobres diablos alrededor de la fogata asentían con la cabeza y se decían los unos a los otros: “Lo que dice este tipo tiene mucho sentido”.
El hombre siempre se traga el cuento, porque el hombre no es una especie brillante.
To my way of thinking, men have only one real problem: other men. That’s where all the trouble starts:
A long time ago, men gave away their power. To other men: princes, kings, wizards, generals and high priests. They gave it away, because they believed what these other men told them. They bought the okeydoke. The bullshit. Men always buy the okeydoke when it comes from other men.
Some stranger probably stood up at a campfire and said, “All right, boys, from now on, I’m the king. The sun is my father, the moon is my mother and they’re the ones who tell me when to throw the virgins into the volcano. Til be expecting all of you to bow deeply when you see me, and give me half your crops. Plus I’m allowed to fuck your wife. And don’t forget, if I want to I can concentrate real hard and make your head explode.’
And the other men around the campfire nodded their heads and said to one another, “This guy makes a lot of sense.”
A man will always buy the bullshit, because men are not too bright.
In the “Diula” language in Mali, the term « dugutigui » (chief of the village), literally translated, means: «owner of the village»; «dugu» means village and «tigui», owner. Probably the term is the result of the contraction of «dugu kuntigui» (literally: chief of the village).
Hahahaha! You’re probably right.
For many people it is easier to find an excuse than to find a reason, and to pass the buck is better than an achievement because an achievement, no matter how great, leaves you having to prove yourself again in the future; but an excuse can last for life -in this case for the entire man’s history.
Re The Wild Things, Max realizes that the Wild Things want as much from him as he wants from them, which is not the case of men giving away their power -in exchange of nothing…
Great comment! Thanks again!
“…an achievement, no matter how great, leaves you having to prove yourself again in the future; but an excuse can last for life -in this case for the entire man’s history.”
I love that. And I’ve been thinking alot about it’s implications.
Congratulations, provided most people don’t want to think. And the deeper they get into trouble, the less they want to think. But by some sort of instinct, they feel that they ought to and it makes them feel guilty. So they’ll bless and follow anyone who gives them a justification for not thinking. Life is complicated… we enjoy not only the privilege of existence but also the singular ability to appreciate it, and even to make it better. It is a talent we have only barely begun to grasp.
Thanks for your comment!
Reminds me a little of The Wild Things response to Max.
My experience with men is simply that they wish to pass the buck. Thus making cake of the campfire pitch.
Not to fawn, but your writing is brilliant.
Hahahaha! You’re probably right.
For many people it is easier to find an excuse than to find a reason, and to pass the buck is better than an achievement because an achievement, no matter how great, leaves you having to prove yourself again in the future; but an excuse can last for life -in this case for the entire man’s history.
Re The Wild Things, Max realizes that the Wild Things want as much from him as he wants from them, which is not the case of men giving away their power -in exchange of nothing…
Great comment! Thanks again!
“…an achievement, no matter how great, leaves you having to prove yourself again in the future; but an excuse can last for life -in this case for the entire man’s history.”
I love that. And I’ve been thinking alot about it’s implications.
Congratulations, provided most people don’t want to think. And the deeper they get into trouble, the less they want to think. But by some sort of instinct, they feel that they ought to and it makes them feel guilty. So they’ll bless and follow anyone who gives them a justification for not thinking. Life is complicated… we enjoy not only the privilege of existence but also the singular ability to appreciate it, and even to make it better. It is a talent we have only barely begun to grasp.
Thanks for your comment!
Sad but true… 🙂
Here’s all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid 🙂 🙂
🙂 🙂 I just posted also tonight something about men and women…
A great writing as always in your blog. Let no man pull you so low as to hate him… 🙂
the only man that matters would never do that, so the problem is solved… 🙂
Thank you for reading my daily mumbles and rumbles, D. 😉
Always a pleasure 🙂
For me also 🙂 😉