Is anybody there?
Like deaf and stupid. I hear no knocking and I'm asking. I hear no
noise and I'm asking. I hear no scratching at the door and I'm
asking. Deaf and stupid. And blind. I'm looking behind the LCD
monitor and I see nobody. NOBODY.
WHO is there?
What am I
asking for? Is there any good reason to ask? Maybe I'm interested a
little bit, just a little bit, who you are, but writing frankly this
is absolutely unimportant, an information of no significance at all.
You are who you are. You can't be anybody else no matter how much you
try, no matter what masks you put on, no matter how you disguise, no
matter what faces you make ...... You are what you are. You can't be
what you are not. Well, you can be whatever and whoever you want. It
really doesn't matter to me since you will leave no traces, no prints neither footprints, nor fingerprints, nor mindprints ..... at least
traces and prints that I could notice easily without disturbing the
secret live of my computer ..... So, it may happen all these
concerns, foresights and explanations are useless and not necessary.
They may turn out to be just nice and exciting theorizing having no
practical value and impact. They may not. A theory having no
practical value and impact does not exist. Practice is just another
side of theory. While a theory is just the other side of practice. Or
vice versa. Doesn't matter. Quarrelling and arguing which side is
more important is a waste of time. A very little waste of time. Not
worth paying attention to it. Not worth considering. This is not the
truth. Nothing is a waste of time. One can always learn something.
However, learning the identity of NOBODY would be a very exciting
task, almost koanic but not cyclopeic. I think neither of
clever Odysseus, nor of dull Polyphemus. They are not the point. . .
. . . . . . It would be beautiful, just beautiful, imagine: you
arrive, you stay, you leave and there is no trace left. Nothing. As
if you have never been here. You were here and I think you were not.
You are here and I think you are not. Somebody's here and I think
nobody's here. That's nice. Oh, that's really nice: to be in a way
nobody knows I am – to stay somewhere in a way nobody living there
knows I am there. To live leaving no traces at all. Oh, what a dream!
. . . . . With no doubt and at once the following question would be
asked: is there any fucking reason to live that way? has is any sense
to be in that way? Or this beautiful, subtle, the subtlest dream
would be taken as the indisputable evidence of extremely profound,
even thorough dehumanisation: what an inhuman and devastated
existence this would be! What a sick and perverted ideal: the
invisible in the non-existing state – paying nobody no compliments,
harming and hurting nobody, never saying sorry because never acting
the way saying sorry would be needed – that's a nightmare! that's a
real nightmare!!! OK, let them cry – let them feel offended and
indignant – let them keep offending and apologizing each other –
birds must fly in air, fish must swim in water – that's the way
they must live because the are built and programmed that way . . . .
what can I
see? what can I notice? I'm looking through the door open a crack and
I shout loudly and boast that I can see the huge vast world around
would I know
who you are if you said your name? then I would know only your name
would I know
who you are if you show me your picture? then I would know only your
would I know
who you are if I heard your voice? then I would only know your voice
would I know
who you are if I saw you? then I would only know your look
would I know
who you are if you told me the history of your life? then I would
know only the history of your life
and so on
all these things and many more other thins I would know only your
similarity, never your identity - I could only say who you are
similar to - I could never say who you are identical to – because
you are identical only to yourself and I would never know you
entirely - I would always know only some parts of you while some
other parts will always be missing
should ask: who are there? are there anybodies?
Then I would
hear the answer: no, there are nobodies.
Why there are
no NOBODIES? Why NOBODY is always one and the only? If NOBODY is one
and the only, IT (?) can not be similar to anybody. What means,
paradoxically, IT has no identity. Isn't it strange that we use the
word identity to indicate
somebody belongs to a group, he-she-it is similar to the other
members of this group. Only similar, never identical. If I can speak
about your national identity, then I mean that you are similar to the
other members of this nation, so it would be more convenient and more
proper to speak about national similarity.
So, such national identity (and any other identity of that kind, any
group identity) is a false identity, a fake identity because only a
personal identity is true identity as the only possible one. Since
NOBODY can not be similar to anybody because IT(?) is one and the
only, there is no NOBODY nation. Or NOBODISH nation. Or NOBODESE? . .
. . . . But because of that NOBODY can only be identical. NOBODY can
only be identical only with NOBODY. Holy crap! What a messy thing is
this identity! The more simple something is the more messy!
why I am the one who asks? Why you are not the one who is asking? Why
aren't you asking? Even if we assume that a stranger is asked, that
this is the right order (although we could quite easily assume that
the reverse order is the right one – what has happened from time to
time) we should indicate who is a stranger and who is a host, who is
arriving, because this is not as clear as it seems to be.
you could knock at the screen? and ask: WHO's there?
would I answer then?