Sermon of the Mount (Royal)

Mes chers Quebecois,

Je suis tres fiere d’etre un de vous. Mais je suis tres different. Je suis un homme qui est venue de l’avenir. Avoir vu ce qui c’est passé se soir, j’ai pris mon temp, et j’ai reflechi beaucoup sur ce qui c’est passé, et maintenant je suis prêt a vous parler. Mais je prefere l’Anglais. So, now, I can tell you exactly what has happened, and maybe we can find a further solution. I don’t know why exactly, but I have a very long attention span. So if an idea may take an hour to explain I would be capable of following the major points to the very end of that idea. I pay attention to all the important elements, and see how that idea fits in the philosophia perennial of my own thinking process. I wholly absorb ideas, words, images, and sounds. I digest them like food. It is a genetic thing that I have going on for me. I will draw your attention to the fact that I am wearing the same t-shirt as that night. The number on it is 9/12. One day after September 11th has lasted over six years. Some people stopped paying attention a long time ago. But some did not. Some continued to stare and to expend their own energies and time and money to see what I have been up to in my mind. Well the answer is a lot.

Let’s start with bread and circuses. I have sex with my mother, and I like it. That line takes care of all Oedipus complex problems and incest taboos that might have bothered the psyche of civilization. I had a 19 year old girl collapse in tears into my arms three times last night, until I was finally able to part ways with her. Every time that she would put her arms around me, I would hump her a little. Beauty is dead. And I am relieved by it. I no longer seek perfection. I no longer seek the perfect photo opportunity. All I seek is a stone. A brilliant gargantuan ruby that I have been told is in the possession of the federal reserve. That stone acts as the heart of the banking world, and by extension the whole world. Stab the stone with a soft bar of butter and you will destroy a concept. You will destroy a mechanism. The definition I found on the internet for the word somatize is a mental pain manifesting itself in bodily pain. The mind of culture is in control of the body of culture. Change the mind and you will change the culture. So let’s start by getting rid of some false notions.

Ignorance is not guilt. If you don’t know something, or if culture doesn’t know something, you or it (or both) should not feel ashamed. I know that we seek comfort in the one true superpower of God: omniscience. But it’s really just a way for us to relocate our desire to know all at once into some external figure which we submit ourselves to.

I am practicing the Sabbath, just because it makes sense to say so now. I am perfectly in lline with everything in the world just because that is the type of world that I have created for myself. I am perfectly balance. I know what I know in the moment of knowing. But I really was hoping for space ships and lasers and lots of girls and respect and power.

I was hoping more people would buy my t-shirts, and maybe those of my friends.

But what I’ve realized is that I live around a lot of people who are really slow. Everyone is like that. So by writing this, nothing magical is going to happen. It is only as magical as culture and make it for me. And what more can I expect than from Neanderthals.

The only thing left to do is to refuse to regress.

Every generation has a new series of myths. Last generation’s was “Friends” and “Seinfeld” as archetypes of behaviour. Now Youtube offers a more realistic approximation of the perfect human form: there isn’t any: beauty is dead, and that is a great thing.



---------- Forwarded message ----------
From: Noam Chomsky
Date: Jan 27, 2008 8:46 AM
Subject: Re: problem
To: Saeed Fotuhi


Can't really say. Have never thought about it.

----- Original Message -----
From: Saeed Fotuhi
To: Noam Chomsky
Sent: Saturday, January 26, 2008 6:28 AM
Subject: problem

i have realized that i have a perfect memory. i can go to a party and remember everything that took place there. i realized this last night when i was able to direct the conversation of an entire house so much that i was able to take them all to the point of forgetfulness and carry on with my own conversation now. some disabilities are not visible but sensible.

has this ever happened to you? do you feel somewhat detached from everyone around you sometimes? what do you do, if so, to reintegrate?

thanks, Noam.

Saeed