Aangezien ik een kind ben van mijn tijd en geduld iets was van toen absolute kutgroepjes toch nog iets meer moeite moesten doen om door te breken, heb ik ondertussen de eerste twee Potter boeken al maar als audio books gedownload. Ik bedoel geleend. Lenen mag nog, niet? Goed. Hier is deel twee van een wat vreemde tekst.
Hindsight is a bitch. We all know this: it’s a haughty, whiny, holier than thou bitch who rubs our mistakes in our faces and we don’t want that. When we make a mistake, we don’t want to study it, we don’t want to learn from it, we don’t want to grow and evolve. We just want to be left alone! But, retrospect ahoy, you can call me bitch for now. It’s odd, I’ve never before thought of myself as a haughty bitch, but the feelings it conjures are, well, confusing, to say the least. But that’s not the issue. The issue is something that might not seem readily connected to what I have told you already, but rest assured, there is an actual point in all this. You see, the issue, the main point that connects a silly guy named Timmy with the end of the world and the heroic tale of a number of Earth’s survivors which I will unfold before you as soon I have made the point I mentioned above, that main point is the chaos theory. Now I’m no scientist, but I can spew nonsense with the best of them, even with the philosophers, the uncrowned kings and queens of pointless debate, so sit back and relax while I probably completely reinvent the concepts of chaos in an unfounded and irrelevant manner: from the very first tribes of nomadic sub-humans (I’d like to think it is no longer politically incorrect when those discriminated against are no longer alive, but that’d open some nasty, well, solutions to that problem, which oddly enough worked quite well for the dodo; killed all of them in under two hundred years, a job well done, thank you very much) – yes, yes, there will be many useless and non-informative interjections, what’d you expect? – up until the 22nd century men and woman, humanity has always strived for order. Even those pseudo-theories about government that propagate chaos (or absence of order, whatever, you weirdoes), most notably the anarchists, either have structure or inevitably lead to structure. The first structure that inescapably emerges after any and all flits of chaos in human history is the most basic law that governs anything above microscopic level: the law of the jungle (so named, I assume, because the righteous explorers were convinced that their civilizations had long since left such basic impulses behind. They had already evolved to the level of unstoppable genocide, which is indeed pretty much the level we, greatly superior Western society, held until those damn hippies started organizing. I mean, who could have foreseen that? A bunch of stoners remembering their plans? Kids on LSD who still managed to find the capital to protest? Hippies are harmless, we thought. Oh, how wrong we were). And that works fairly well on a small scale. Children can be beaten into submission, minorities can be contained in reservations or in the afterlife, women can be hooded and gagged until they are nothing more than cooking baby factories. And there was order, and for a while, it was good. Now, in case you’re outraged after reading the last lines, you should probably either just grow into puberty, or, if you’ve already taken to shaving unwanted body hair, you might want to find a small house in the middle of nowhere and live like a hermit; your friends and family will appreciate it. But onto order on a large scale. It is an entirely different ballpark altogether when we want to establish order on a national, let alone planetary level. In the early stages, religion is the key factor. It’s like an all intrusive secret police that knows everything about everyone and is judge, jury, executioner and bribable official at the same time.
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