Mutual Imperturbable Principle

I am driven towards positioning the year 2020 for myself, looking back, evaluate life's progression. The month December typically does that, endless rain and darkness are especially supportive this year. We as society are held hostage in the second lockdown, more severe than the first one and completely en par with the lockstep scenario as presented in 2010 by the Rockefeller foundation. Since we are driven towards a bleak medical dystopia I had no choice other than to embrace the Mutual Imperturbable Principle, just as my new machine starts to take shape as a sort of outlandish cuckoo clock without cuckoo but with a whole bunch of world leaders instead.

Yesterday I rearranged my growing collection of mechanical toys and reality models. At that moment I realized the following: when governments and media persist in this pandemic scare, without even considering scientific facts that undermine the basis of the narrative, the mutual imperturbable principle has to be taken into account. That means that I have to retract myself in my personal realm just as unshakable as the direction of the current social/political movement.

The thing is, we always talk about majorities and as Rilke magistrally writes in his masterpiece The notebook of Malte Laurids Brigge* it is not so strange to think that everything we know about the world is utterly wrong. We tend to tell about gatherings of many people instead of speaking of the one they stood around, because he was a stranger and died together with his stories. I am pretty sure I'm not dead yet, so I will shut off the TV news, limit my social media addiction and concentrate with renewed energy on my World Clock and the mechanical challenges involved. I have already three dominating political figueres and Pope Francis kicking in. So far so good!

*Ist es möglich, das die ganze Weltgeschichte misverstanden worden ist? Ist es möglich, das die Vergangenheit falsch ist, weil man immer von ihnen Massen gesprochen hat, als ob man von einem Zusammenlauf vieler Menschen erzählte, statt von dem Einen zu sagen, um den sie herumstanden, weil er fremd war und starb?

Rainer Maria Rilke, Die Aufzeichnungen des Malte Laurids Brigge (Paris 1910)