My stand is to comprehend a heritage of immortal geniuses with precious knowledge more important to me than information about the life of any ruler. Oh, a progressive world has exceptions like Winston Churchill, Margaret Thatcher, and Ronald Reagan. But why, in many countries, only a few governors safeguard their land’s best interest? Doesn’t that sound categorical to you? If yes, I’m sorry. But wouldn’t you like to confirm that my principles fit the truth:
They're genial searches to set up our civilization.
They enlightened evolution, elaboration, and extension.
They guided to gear grand goals for growth.
They submitted serving for a sapient success as
UNBLEMISHED GENIUSES—trust.
As a precedent, we also have enough combatants for innovation. They serve science, art, and improved native countries with verve. They also only ask for a chance to work and respect. However, as usual, they are faced with incomprehension from the crowd and unbearable loneliness. It looked like melancholy misunderstanding and occurred as though no one wished to celebrate genius. If we check several scientific revolutionaries, their biographies tell us sad fates. For instance, Nicola Tesla, as the multidisciplinary discoverer, uncovered a way for a rotating magnetic field to connect to an AC electric power source and claimed the romanticized device could harness free cosmic energy. Even though, for his main achievements, he has been honored as “the man who invented the twentieth century,” he didn’t receive sensible homage during his time. Humanity was too busy serving a regular mad ruler, a Figure of the One. In effect, when Nicola Tesla died in 1943, the world’s troubled geopolitical game comprised millions of victims between two maniacs: the fascist Hitler and the communistic idol Stalin.
Do civilized nations pay more attention to the death of a unique mind? No. That war was fought not about Bolshevik and fascist expansion, but civilized existence. That’s why we need to check the characters of persons eager for power. When you become mature enough, you recognize that nothing alters the penchant for a ruling by One and surviving the rest. It makes sense why our good moral principles always fall. The hard-core greed and dupe gluttony, unabashed, uncompromising, and wanton-scot-free still like to conduct our minds. If you intend to assess the fiascos of the Number of the One, you will stumble into a mental stupor. Regardless, only one point is mandatory: we must speak about them.
The twenty-first century, presented by new fantastic geniuses and even technological advances, changed our entity, the privileged categories not tainted. Yes, you’re right—the Numerals of the One. The reason is, they have converted us from down-to-earth people to energized folk with reveries. But then, how can such fanciers seize power? Is the compliant man able to catch standards for the position? Hope is our only talent, as human fickleness and inscrutability serve us. Likewise, one day you will realize that the ruling by Figures of the One must reach your destination—finish. All we will talk about here may sound ironic, but there are cavernous meanings. Let’s guess that as soon as young people move from words to actions, a social explosion will result. The people who brought serious change have always been fearless. That’s why the creators of tomorrow must proclaim such ideas:
The governments of developed and undeveloped countries are being run today by elderly uncles. Many of these leaders are patriots of their land and have had a tremendous life and professional experiences. But, the facts of our troubled modernity show that most of them think about the past epoch. As a result, the world’s youngest have full right to ask a pathetic question: “Ancient Misters-governors, why are you leaving us with a legacy of unprecedented political failures when you continue to point out how we have to build our unknown future?”
Bravo, old generations’ expectation—the youngest!
Let’s assume it’s not worth it to scrutinize viewing humankind’s key problems—never-ceasing wars, poverty, soiled environment, all the Earth’s minerals being captured by private and global corporations. If you also add international issues with drugs, human trafficking, and terrorism, you will get a game panorama of the realm. Will you think about a way out? Yes. That is a hunt for the unparalleled social system. But, to a process that doesn’t move a magic rod, it can sound like a deep idea: only the young look for inspiration. Oh, such words can sound like flippancy. However, in our half-satiated and half-hungry world, there is a lot of apathy about political afflatus. Would it be wrong for pioneers of new brainwave political systems to apply for motivation first? It has to be a volcanic impulse to rebuild the world without privileges, compulsion, and swell societies when a select few choose the highest rank. The next generation must stamp into their heads: no crusty requirements of giving power to one person. And even in rhetorical argument, a leading thinker will find grains of rationality. Can you at least for a second visualize a world where billions of earthlings live in states without high positions for speculative arriviste, where rulers are exceptional talents? Is it not true that real human freedom is a dream, and no one can steal it from you? We have enough facts about the past to know that the inconceivable ideas of the young have changed lives. Oh, somebody can label that as pure political romanticism. So, let’s again underline this reflection by answering:
Could you imagine a structure of states where no one is admitted to the Supreme Authority?
Will we ever become inspired by the realistic rocket-hoist formations devoted to the newest developments and encouraged by centuries of waiting for
CHANGES LONGED for WHEN—Soon!
Let’s estimate the finest thinkers’ exploration for a solution to a teaser-sized problem: Is our fate in perpetuity of being managed only by Figures of the One? Could you rethink these logo-roots as symbols to answer only for yourself:
Do you have ambitions to blow against being ruled by
FIGURES of the ONE?
Now, I would like to ask you to reply to one profound philosophical question: When you take part in a crowded rally, where one of the central government officials is speaking about
FINGERS of your FATE, do you believe that?
Will you accept our historical past as going nowhere or guess it as only the starting vapor momentum for
LARGER-than-LIFE SYMBOLS in a new way?
Are you a genius? Would you give recognition to others and honor them as
UNBLEMISHED GENIUSES?
Would you agree that the next generations are equipped with incredible technologies that will continue our evolution, but already possess a phenomenon of common sense with the expectation of
CHANGES LONGED-for WHEN - outlook?
2. Symbolical Dialogues
Turbulent misunderstanding.
You can call it inquisitiveness, but when a stranger makes a strong imprint on your life, it is amazing.
I spotted Mark at Great Wolf Lodge in the mountains of Pennsylvania. During a visit to the water park with my own and a friend’s children, I hadn’t any male company. I was with my wife, her sister, and five kids. I had to stay patient with such a rowdy group as we would be together for four days and three nights. They liked to dabble in the aquatic attractions from morning to evening. Only after breakfast did we play together.
For me, it was hard to bear it longer than a few hours. To run away from the man-made tropical humidity, I found a decent pub. It wasn’t a customary tavern. They offered traditional, solitary beers from the nearby town’s microbrewery. While I found a free chair, I sensed somebody observing me. To have such an icky experience isn’t comforting. When someone stares longer than is proper, it goes through the spinal cord with coolness. I kept silent for only eight minutes before I stared back at him with a questioning glare. He remained lonely, and from a wide Gibraltar mug, sipped dark suds. While handling my favorite Samuel Adams Winter Ale, I headed straight toward him.
“Hello! Do I know you from somewhere? Why do you gaze at me like a lovestruck teenager?”
“Nope, for sure,” he replied and threw his head at me. His eyes were smirking. At the s
ame moment, I realized his right eye was stable. I assumed it was an artificial eyeball after some trauma. Also, a deep scar could be seen from his left eye across his face and down his chin. “In need of dialogue? Go for it. Don’t be anxious, I’m not a pirate,” he remarked with a smile.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to say it,” I replied after he nodded for me to sit next to him.
“Ha-ha, if you even try, I’ll strangle you right in your seat.”
Nobody stays neutral when spoken to in such a way. Once it became annoying, I backed up to him. “Regardless of how terrible you look, I am not scared.”
“Ease resolving, fearless brother, good reaction.”
“What is that?”
“As usual, when I meet Americans, they act like funky jack-rabbits and just withdraw.”
He chuckled with these words as if they were part of a vast comedy. I thought about how peculiar he looked, and told myself, Oh, the venture has begun.
“Excuse me,” he said when the sheer emotion had ceased. “That’s my sick sense of humor and cackle. When something reminds me of tricked scenes, I chortle like a buffoon, but it’s not much fun for other people.”
“No problem. Perhaps you haven’t spent much time with a man who’d recommend proper behavior. The snippy, sporty boy will knock you right in the nose after such talk. Boom! Bang! Bingo!” I answered and waited for his response.
“Are you distracted? Listen, my right eye isn’t synthetic. I can see by it. The seam on my cheek confuses people too, but I have to live with it.”
“What happened? Did you lose a fight with a sword? I’m kidding.”
“No. The most I’ve carried in my hands is a hunting knife.”
“Good, but where did you get such a scar?”
“Ugly?” he interrupted again and started laughing.
“It adorns no one,” I added in brief.
“Whatever. What can I call you, Mister From Brooklyn?”
“How did you guess? Yes, I’m from Brooklyn. I’m Victor. You can call me Vic.”
“I have a lot of experience with locals from any area in the United States. I’m Mark, nice to meet you,” he replied, shaking my hand adamantly. “I’m from Serbia and left my country over twenty-five years ago.”
“You still haven’t explained what happened to your face and eye.”
“Are you feeling secure in that seat?”
“What?”
“My worry is that you may fall on the floor.”
“Are you still trying to scare me?”
“Not at all.”
“So, tell me.”
“I’m not a hunter or vet after the war. Let’s make that clear. I’m a former gang member. I was just released from jail a few years ago.”
“Whacko!” I exclaimed in an unfavorable surprise.
“Now you panic? Don’t despair, it’s only my journey. I’ve enjoyed freedom for five years already.”
We paused for a moment but didn’t break eye contact. I ordered another drink and realized my initial discomfort may not have been pointless. After such statements, people have the tendency to leave without so much as an apology. I have the strength to exceed such unfortunate habits. That’s why I broke the silence first by asking, “Can you believe I’ve never met such a man? What is your life’s story?”
“Are you a reporter for the spicy stuff?”
“No, you mistake me. After sixteen years of working for the New York Borough Buildings Department, I quit. Now, I’m preparing for a program in education.”
“Oh man, I respect that. Are you a teacher?”
“Not yet, I still haven’t decided on a specialty.”
“Congratulations! Good for you.”
“Thank you.”
There was another delay in our chat. Mark reordered dark ale and turned his massive body to my side. It was a clever plot and presented friendly conversation. I determined a remarkable athlete was sitting next to me. However, this was not the main thing in this entire impressive appearance. I believe Mark’s magic eyes pulled me to consistent attention. Seeing such a thing was intriguing. When some mysterious stranger talks, you don’t immediately notice the danger. But, when you understand his monitoring, it conveys an important clue—like an anaconda hypnotizing a hare to be swallowed. Don’t be frightened. So, as I tried making eye contact, he understood this purpose.
“It’s obvious that my unordinary aire captures you. Do you want to listen to my story?”
“Sorry for the interruption, as you wish.”
“I know. It depends on what you expect. Do you wish to find out how it all started?”
“Whatever is proper. I’m no crinkum-crankum or vogue writer for collecting stories. Many of us have cloak-and-dagger assays.”
“It doesn’t work for my life. It may appear that I’m bragging, but I have made outstanding, although erroneous, progress.”
“You couldn’t test obtainment?”
“Oh yeah, this is too private. I remember once, my youngest friends were involved in a robbery. Sorry, I guess not all soft boys like girls. It means rocky boys at least try to self-test, to belong to the world of felons.”
“I agree, but when your father is arrested, and your older brother is imprisoned, what then? When I arrived at seventeen, they became accomplished thugs. It was a time for tension, and you don’t know what’s going to happen from one minute to the next.”
“What about self-control?”
“Well… can you presume who the best student in school is?”
“What do you mean?”
“Since you are studying me so intently, you must be able to recognize the finest kickboxer in my university, who also happens to be a hefty connoisseur of philosophers like Plato, Marcus Aurelius, René Descartes, and Jacques Rousseau.”
“Wow! Sorry for interrupting you again. How did you get all these names?”
“Come on, man. They’ve been friends of mine for years. I studied philosophy while in the Belgrade faculty but just didn’t finish,” he stopped speaking for about thirty seconds.
“For what reason?” I asked engaged.
“With enthusiasm, I continued generating a catalog of scholars’ work after I was convicted in Chicago.”
“Oh, did you move to the United States by yourself?”
“No. I couldn’t call it documented immigration. It was extradition to the United States by my government for hacking.”
“Hacking? That’s astonishing. Are you in the computer industry?”
“No. As I recall in the nineties, the Internet and Windows transformed everything. Thousands of frauds jumped to the computer industry as a giant promise for being able to steal.”
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s guess, for an average person, a newcomer, my person implies a movie’s personage. Look, I was in a fighting sport, cybercrimes, and other offenses. That is exciting, right?”
“Yes, but you’re wrong about the US tradition of congregating achievers and super-talented people. During my time in New York, I dealt with hundreds of colors, religions, and professions.”
“Hey man, a minute ago, you said a fruit like me was unique, and now what?” Mark said like trying to one-up me.
“Okay, I’ll give you an example. Did you lend an ear to how municipal inspectors in the mega polices are desperate?”
“Oh, why is that? Those men regulate standard settling in overpopulated places.”
“Who are they?”
“I’ve found they are Irish, Indian, Nigerian, Polish, and Serbian too.”
“Tell me, what makes their job so heavy?”
“They guarantee immigration, country rights for standard housing.”
“I understand, but that hints at ridiculous things. Do you know they are all the same species of dog?”
“Which dog?”
“Come on, a lab, a prison’s guards. All of them are the same. They keep writing bunches of directives, but don’t live by those rules. They exist in stinking norm
alizations and demand it from the rest of the world. Do you expect fellows trapped in cells to love their keepers of custody? I recollect boys calling them doghouse tenants.”
“I get it. What about crime and punishment? Don’t mix it, please.”
“Sorry for the interruption, but with such overlookers like dogs, I can’t imagine how you’d test my wit.”
“No doubt you have a distorted view. Americans are the most law-abiding folk. We have a solid tradition: all who contribute to the country are welcome. Have you heard the expression that America collects the best brains of the world by giving both work and freedom? And I won’t be overturned if somebody describes a French existentialist like Jean Sartre or the psychologist Sigmund Freud.”
“Yep, I can divulge it. Have you noticed our talk has become attractive?”
“Yes. And as a European, are you familiar with the German Nietzsche?”
“Here we go! Man, accept my sincere admiration.”
“For what?”
“You have bethought a name linked with importance for me.”
“Oh, are you a neo-fascist?”
“No, but I have an amusing point that children love his ideas, and it’s special for America’s young population.”
“What? This has turned onto another road. Keep coming, even though it looks ill and weird,” I said in rough exasperation.
“Don’t get frustrated. That nihilistic thinker sealed the aphorism ‘God is dead’ in millions of heads. Isn’t that correct?”
“But, as for the US democracy, it means the cranky ideology of fascism and even Nazism.”
“No. You can oppose if you’d like but look at today’s adored supermen. They are everywhere, and not even Nazis.”
“Hey, Superman is a symbol of readiness to help save the world,” I argued, defending the kids’ hero. I also realized how Mark’s glance shone with friskiness.
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