This week, I have many questions. The world seems hopeful again. Well, at least the Netherlands does. Slowly, but surely, we are easing on the COVID-19 measures. Life seems to be going back to normal. Unfortunately, that is only partly the case for me. My kind of guests don’t travel yet (for the unfamiliar readers, I run a shared home hotel in the museum district of Amsterdam, called Dina-Perla Lodges). Anyway, the sentiment is finally: this too shall pass. Or are we kept in a game of cat and mouse and will our hopes and human dignity eventually be broken down again?
Easing the COVID-19 measures comes with more questions than answers. Will we relapse? Will my instincts be right and will 2023 be the year in which life will really be as we used to know it? All those people who stubbornly believe in the great reset, chips in human bodies connected to 5G networks, the grip of global governments on our freedom, war with China, or what have you. What will happen to them? How will they deal with their delusions after this and if those turn out to be delusions indeed?
Don’t get me wrong. Critical thinking is excellent, especially in such an absurd situation as in the last few years. Starting with the year 2020, in which a virus outbreak could almost have felt like a deliberate attack. Questioning policy and information is also splendid. But when interrogative thinking turns into absolute certainty, including all those human processors and collective concentrations (to not use the word community), we might end up in the same state as the ultra-orthodoxy.
What will all those firm minds do if it turns out that there really is nothing behind the pandemic other than humanity and bad practices around animal trade? What will those firm minds do if it turns out that there is indeed a great reset, only one of chosen progress, substantiated on the basis of newly acquired medical or agricultural science (or other)? What will happen to those firm minds when their worldview turns out to be almost as obscure as that of racists? I find that interesting. Will there be dissociation taking place in those firm minds? Short circuit? New combinations of theories? Will they feel emotions of shame? Relief? Joy? Fury? Regret? Will they break free or stay in the same status quo, possibly with like-minded people? Will they become ‘conservative covidiot’? Or will they find another progressive domain to express their firm minds?
I don’t have the answers, except that I dare to add: the ‘situation covidiot’ can indicate how much the ‘situation ultra-orthodox’ is distressing. To push this thinking even more: imagine that the covidiot brains would still hold on to their certainty in five centuries from now. Imagine a world in which viruses would no longer exist, because they were completely dismantled by science two centuries ago. Just imagine for a moment. How inhuman and even alien would those firm brains be?
Imagine if they would cling to rules that would no longer be relevant at all and would get in the way of humanity? Furthermore, imagine if they would continue to cultivate many forms of coercion in a world where others would finally, on average, live more in peace and harmony with each other? Imagine if they would do that under the guise of knowing the truth and being right. Believing their covidiot chief would know better than the rest of the world. Oh, how painful this is, right?
It’s not up to me to tell the covidiot minds that they shouldn’t be so firm. Because that’s how it works in the ecosystem of life – who am I? And who knows how wrong my mind could be? But at least I do recognize the weakness of my loner brain. Again, how painful this is – tangibly felt, in my chest. For I would like to shout to the firm minds: come, open your eyes. Spread your arms. Keep your head in the sun. Feel that wind around your body. Listen to the melody of life. Trust your balance. And fly.