A moment of reflection before piecing my life back together…
After the past few weeks, I am now going to focus on piecing my life back together starting from the things which matter most to me. Before I do that though, I’d like to reflect on what fascism is from a purely mathematical point of view.
Life offers us a series of choices: yes, or no? We develop our intellect by discarding information which we see as unimportant and focusing on that matters most: our loved ones, our family, and friends. As we develop our intellect, we become more efficient at making choices. We become better at appreciating history and not repeating its mistakes. We grow to appreciate art and develop our own artistic talents. As long as we choose to support the weak, attempt to find common ground, feed the hungry, help one-another and be one-another’s keeper, humanity will continue to advance towards the sky. There is nothing which tells us that we must find common ground. We are simply stronger if we do so and if we share our knowledge with others.
Mathematically speaking, fascism is any attempt to systematically destroy something “other”. Historically, this has been achieved by collecting data on credit and debt, using increasingly sophisticated technologies to do debt collection, to conceal information (the means of production rather than personal information or belongings), to gamble, and to imprison. Our struggle for scarce resources on Earth has lead us to use our technolgies to fight one-another for survival instead of using them to support and uplift one-another.
Information theory also tells us that fascism will always lose, simply because the universe is infinite. We can take any contradiction and derive infinite energy from it by considering its nuance. We can turn back time by reflecting on our mistakes and apologising to those we’ve hurt. The speed of light, apparently, is exactly right to always be able to turn around and say “I’m sorry”. Throughout history, this has been said in many different ways, but perhaps my favourite is this:
You think you and I are different kinds, you’re caught up in specifics. You and I apart are easier to limit. The illusion’s so complete, it’s impossible to bring it into focus.
— “Tunnel Vision” by Kate Tempest