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Excerpt from the novel RAPTUS by Svetoslav Nahum

Excerpt from the novel RAPTUS by Svetoslav Nahum (Aka: Svet DiNahum). Excerpt contains the part in which a poem by the great ancient Chinese philosopher and poet Master Qu Yuan is cited. This Chinese wisdom serves for resolving the dramatic conflict in the novel

“In connection with the complicated and asymmetric international situation…” He was reading feverishly, in a confused and unclear tone. At the moment he rather resembled a typical school dabbler asked to recite a poem in honor of the patron of the high school. “… as well as within the context of the global struggle against terrorism, we have summed up your actions as risky and unstable. Your methods have brought you to the creation of new racial, ethnic and religious tensions in the heart of the old part of the European continent and, more specifically, on the territory of the French Republic, first in the suburbs, and later in the very center of its capital, the City of Paris!” Streaming with perspiration, Gnezhinski continued: “The introduction of fundamentalism, especially into the old part of Europe, added to the general instability (for instance, in Eastern Europe susceptible to social instability; the Black Sea Region, carried away by military instability; the Balkans and Southern Europe, characterized with undulating ethnic and religious instability), is the result of your incorrect analyses, methodology, decision tools, and self-reliant assessment of the situation. Your actions have brought about a loss of control of the situation, physical casualties, and political chaos, anarchy and radicalism. You allowed an incorrigible crash of your own analytical doctrine and failed in your attempt to get on with a pompous and extravagant solution. All of us here had to unite forces and find a stabilizing formula, a way of coping with the riots, to create a positive stability-figure adequate to be the leader of the above-mentioned state of the Continent of Europe!”

Therefore, in conclusion: “ On the initiative of the Global Political Convent, and in conjunction with the leaders of all the basic groups of the world elite present this day in front of you, we took the hard, but the only possible, decision to remove you from the post of Director of the Institute of International Strategic Investigations, with all the consequences ensuing therefrom, such as: handing over the scientific and operational archives, the databases, the entire official, confidential, and other correspondence, the experimental massifs, all available assets, bank accounts, movable and immovable properties existing in the following world operational destinations…”

“O, have mercy on the abilities of my biological patience toward such a ritual!”, Borg cut him short. “It’s clear. Enough. You have put it down in writing, haven’t you!

“Won’t you say anything else in your own defense?” Steppendorf strutted.

“Yes, I have prepared my answer, don’t worry. It has been written by the Master Qu Yuan[1] as early as the fourth century B. C., when you and I were a pithecanthropus villain, a carnivorous chimpanzee or a sad, illiterate and uncivilized savage, barely speaking, but communicating through pitiful interjections.” Director Borg opened the nearest drawer of his desk and took out a carefully kept sheet of paper. “Listen now to the words of true wisdom.”

 

Qu Yuan was blamed and sent into exile,

Far from his home and Lord, whom meanwhile

He had served long, and loyally, and well,

But how can one escape from slander’s hell?

Alone across the fields he wandered day and night

His mind confused, his heart bereft of pride.

And finally he went to see an old diviner,

To ask how to restore his worldly grandeur,

The old sage picked a tuft of grass, which tells

What’s laid in store for men in future days,

He brushed away the dust from tortoise shells

To clearly see in them what future veils.

He said to him: “What brings you here, man?”

And thus began to ask the poor Qu Yuan:

“Shall I be honest and upright at any cost,

Or shall I change my looks and tone in front of the big shots?

Shall I defend my honor and suffer then for that,

Or shall I creep for ranks and live then like a rat?

Shall I toil humbly on a humble field.

Or shall I honor others, so others honor me?

Shall I live like an eagle, which flies with the eagles,

Or be a dirty fiddler amidst a crowd of fiddlers?

Shall I become a stone, or shall I be a man,

Or shall I bend like belt or go round like a fan?

Shall I race like a colt with a flowing mane,

Or drag myself along with some worn-out jade?

Shall I fly like a swan toward the skies in splendor,

Or shall I wade in ponds, squawking like a gander?

 

O, great diviner, tell me your words:

Which one of those two ways to choose?

The world’s enmeshed in a web of lies,

The fly’s wing weighs more than a bull, yet twice.

The brass bell’s numb, uneasy in the air,

Amid the echo of the oak wood barrel.

And slander speaks aloud, while wisdom is at bay…

So, tell me, does one need my purity today?

 

The old diviner left the herbs, his features blurred,

And sadly said: “So goes the world.”

Look yourself around and you will see that things

Are different from their different sides, just think:

From here darkness looks like lighter, doesn’t it?

A span from there looks like longer than a cubit.

Knowledge is shallow, life is deep.

Some tasks make even God sweat and creep.

So make your mind yourself right through the end!

That’s the advice I’d offer you, my friend,

Because my tortoise shells and magic herbs

Can’t help me answer questions so diverse.

O, great diviner, tell me your words:

Which one of those two ways to choose?

The world’s enmeshed in a web of lies,

The fly’s wing weighs more than a bull, yet twice.

The brass bell’s numb, uneasy in the air,

Amid the echo of the oak wood barrel.

And slander speaks aloud, while wisdom is at bay…

So, tell me, does one need my purity today?

 

The old diviner left the herbs, his features blurred,

And sadly said: “So goes the world.”

Look yourself around and you will see that things

Are different from their different sides, just think:

From here darkness looks like lighter, doesn’t it?

A span from there looks like longer than a cubit.

Knowledge is shallow, life is deep.

Some tasks make even God sweat and creep.

So make your mind yourself right through the end!

That’s the advice I’d offer you, my friend,

Because my tortoise shells and magic herbs

Can’t help me answer questions so diverse.

O, great diviner, tell me your words:

Which one of those two ways to choose?

The world’s enmeshed in a web of lies,

The fly’s wing weighs more than a bull, yet twice.

The brass bell’s numb,

And slander speaks aloud, while wisdom is at bay…

So, tell me, does one need my purity today?

 

LETTER TO THE DIRECTOR BOR

 

“Dear Teacher,

The term of my investigation of the world is over.

So, starting with doubt, unexpectedly for myself, I passed on to a new stage: horror.

Why?

First, the clash with the elite of the planet, with the representatives of the highest social groups, brought me to the threshold of helplessness. I expected to receive sources of truth and light, I longed to enter the most selected and the most high society of the god-like ones.

But there was some strange little spring inside me: the curse of the scientist, which prevented me from nodding my head obediently while hearing the madness of the world.

Alas! I am three hundred thousand times sorry that I am a thinking human being. So, that little spring continually resisted the reality that I confronted, and it wouldn’t let me succumb to the ubiquitous, malignant paradigm containing an unprecedented urge towards an escape from common sense.

Second, those guys’ confidence in their own only possible rightness!

Is it really as easy as this, like them, to believe in oneself as in a world institution of last instance?

At first I thought there was some element of playacting about them, some sort of a social theatre, or a higher pose, if you want. I watched their behavior profoundly, the formulation of their thoughts. I even analyzed the intimate motivation of their actions. The platform I stepped on turned out to be wrong, and I changed it quickly. For it turned out that I faced a new phenomenon. It was phenomenal. I agree that in most of the observable layers of human history known to us, there have existed rudiments, elements, even whole chains of behavior similar to Raptus. I do not think it has originated nowadays, or that you and I are the first ones who have paid attention to it. However, indisputably, in the course of the investigation, and mostly in the process of the analysis, the rare opportunity showed up for me to outline the entire structure, the formula and even the logarithm of the insane behavior. Moreover, I do not mean individual deviations or disorder of the subject. The strangest thing is that a definite type of stratum-related insanity, possible only within the framework of a system of human beings sharing a specific order of views, developed clearly, as upon a negative.

And as a result of the above conclusion, inevitably the question emerged: What is the extent of the impact of the fast flowing Raptus stream on the general social midstream? Or, in other words, what is the proportion of mixing, respectively: the disproportion? Is there a reciprocity, a reverse motion of the social reflex (something like an antidote); how does the toxic diffusion take place; and what is the point of critical mass or critical mixture beyond which social processes can become irreversible?

 

 

And here is what turned out:

The vector of Raptus is a food chain of ideas, idols, rules, religions, dogmas, and doctrines; scientific, political and religious platforms. Its enormous increase during the last decade has been marked by an accompanying phenomenon: a decrease in the forces of resistance of society as a whole. The disintegration of experienced or traditional values, the existence of X number of interpretations of each assertion, the continuous process of dynamic social oscillation around the enclosed (not to say vicious) circle of thesis-counterpoint, where whichever exposition can have to its credit neither glory, nor the categorical nor even the vague recognition of global society, fed (or perhaps bred artificially?) with sufficient contradicting initial points of support, such disintegration puts the society itself in a position of being unable to resist Raptus efficiently.  The social drive, or to put it straightforwardly, the urge, itself drives society into the trap of its own voluntary degradation. It turns out to be so, since each contaminated admixture in the cycle of society leads to a geometric progression of deviation. We cannot expect, when the social streams, rivers and lakes are contaminated, to have rain of pure values falling from the sky above our humble planet. Nor can we hope for a pure world ocean of conscience. According to the analysis of the investigation, the limit of resistance of society has recently been surpassed. This means that presently we have sufficient grounds in logic to establish that there is a possibility for Raptus to turn into a social dominant. Raptus has long ago surpassed its childhood years, both its teens and its youth, and at the moment it is in the last phase of its virus-like growth and development: that of mature dysfunction, when under whatever anti-system, born from or seized entirely by the R (Raptus) factor, it begins to cause qualitative social deviation of a negative type, while at the same time there is a powerful transmission of the proportional influence. This suggests that each small, but elite group, taken ill or rather seized by Raptus, is able to contaminate, rule, destroy, disintegrate, manipulate, etc. millions of masses of people. It is not by chance that at the time, the doctors at the old hospitals used to undertake drastic measures against Raptus with the only purpose that of protecting the rest of their patients against mass madness. Given our new world situation, in which the ego-mind is ever stronger, it is necessary to act extremely decisively on your side, since it is no more a matter of an ordinary collective madness, but a doctrinarian usurped vocation to manage the world. The groups I have investigated seriously believe that they will be determining the destinies of humans and the entire course of human history.

 

And the point is that the insane mechanism of their approach is mixed with a glow of magnetism, social charm and an insistent continuous brain-washing to an extent allowing the leaders something incredible: to make it possible to suck out the healthy juice from the brains of billions of human beings by whom we all swear either affectedly, or sincerely, or by an iconographic obligation, and to inject it with the powerful and fast-acting poison of Raptus. In this way the priests of the new global wigwam that was conceived by them, will avail of a sufficiently strong infusion for some ominous world tea.

And, third, very briefly: the information.

I have discovered that it is exactly the necessary instrument and nutritious medium for Raptus. The platform of an elemental, bombarding knowledgeability has established itself in the place of the saint ignorance. The society is flooded with trillions of tons of information. Even though deliberately torn apart on the surface, many-directional, contradictory and chaotic, it manages to play its main role: multiple consciousness disorder. A disarranged mind easily falls prey to Raptus. All one needs is a powerful megaphone, a broadcaster of information covering more and more points of the world. And since, as of today, the technology makes this possible, it becomes more and more possible for the elite communities, mouthpieces and front line promoters of Raptus, to directly influence the individual apperception.

Irradiating everything around them, day after day, world leaders create an appropriate basis for the transformation of their own madness into a world norm.

Thus the last possible paradox will be achieved: the fight for truth will be proclaimed a utopia, while the maintenance of a dark utopia in the people’s consciousness will be proclaimed a truth.

[1]The poem Divination (Bu-Ju).Qu Yuan (Chinese: pinyin: QūYuán) (ca. 340 BCE – 278 BCE) was a Chinese scholar and minister to the King from the southern Chu during the Warring States Period. His works are mostly found in an anthology of poetry known as Chu Ci. His death is traditionally commemorated on Duanwu Festival (端午节/端午節), which is commonly known in English as the Dragon Boat Festival or Double Fifth (fifth day of the fifth month of the traditional Chinese calendar)

 

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