On The Sharpness Of The Superego, or Observations Of The Control Freak

I find it difficult to understand the accelerated technological advance so I can actually relate more profitably to technology, in the sense that I do not know how to relate to my own feelings. Technology, being part of the world and currently what almost literally moves this world, fascinates me as much as the summer rains because they are intimate issues of the unfolding sciences just like we unfold ourselves as human beings. It fascinates me the way that algorithms come together for the transmission of an internet connection, just as I love the way the transmission terminals of neurons come together to transport impulses from one nerve cell to another. Because I have all this ability to be impressed with our evolution (physical, biological, psychological, natural), I cannot understand the obstacles that I impose on myself while trying to accept the deterministic way in which this evolution dictates the rules for the stabilization of our societies. When I reflect on this, I think I find reason in the fact that my own being is in constant flight from any kind of determinism. Perhaps it’s for these reasons that I follow the waves of my youth enveloped in technologies and, at the same time, I’ve tried to stay away from social networks and the likes.

The study of the history of science has a peculiarity that strikes me. Historians note that the cradle of scientific evolution was based on the idea that scientists would reach a point where omniscience would predominate and thus predictions about the future (or futures) would be possible and accurate, giving man the opportunity to control the Universe. I think the area of ​​technology itself is a great example to demonstrate the shortcomings of this thinking — technological development is advancing fiercely and wildly, and the more they discover, formulate, and manufacture technology, the more it lacks the ability to predict universe reactions, because we don’t directly control what it gives us, nor how it gives us back (I don’t speak here of “the secret” and the forces of thinking, because these things don’t give us the control we believe we have upon nature). But as in an irony painted surrealistically by whoever created life (or as whatever comes as a result of the iodine clock reaction), we are given the chance to predict the future, control the universe, and shape our experiences through our ability to imagine, create and interpret things in different ways. What once were mad science fiction, created by strange and restless minds, becomes reality. What was once a questioned and disdained creation made by a young man considered crazy, becomes essential to life as we know it. We always take two steps back before we move on, so it’s difficult to think, at the height of our arrogance, that we have all this full power over all things.

But the universe is too good to us. Its way of showing us that we already have some control over it is so implicitly subtle that we, beings so accustomed to appearances and externalizations as proof of what/who we are, we don’t realize that we are all we need to be already. Global society lives in a perpetual state of insomnia, because when I sleep here, you wake up over there (or vice versa), and so the universe itself never sleeps, is always alert and ready to assist us in whatever time we discover things and take advantage of them. Humanity loves its mysteries because it loves to unravel them, and the more we discover, the more the universe gives us to discover, it answers our questions with new questions, and in this way the magic never ends: we live an eternal process of renewing our curiosities. The more aggressive we are with the universe, the more it gives us back in kindness, even when it becomes difficult to perceive it; even when kindness is, in fact, not here among us doesn’t mean that eventually things will not improve; and when they improve, when we breathe the affability of our relations, we still don’t forget the storms we passed through, as if it were a mechanism of prevention given to us by the hands of the cosmos. We take care of the universe, and it takes care of us; we are negligent with the universe, and it, however angry it may be from time to time, continues to take care of us. Let’s keep going.

I have lived enough to understand why we need so much of the sense of control and power over all aspects of our existence, but I have not yet lived the time it takes to learn how not to be like this, because history, which insists on repeating itself, still walks the direction of the fighting between those who can no longer hide this need and those who believe that it does not exist within us all. We all deceive ourselves, some in a more cruelly blind way, others bitterly because they know that there is a way out, but that it’s still unknown, and so many more prefer to just live without knowing the cave in which we find ourselves in. Because we can open our eyes and see only the darkness, but we can also open them and see gravitational waves never seen before inside this same black hole.