Nadie tiene un color. Pero si todos deberíamos tener uno: azul.
Mi literatura son frases de una sola linia.
Solo.
Sólo.
Una de las dos está mal.
Según unos pocos.
Según la mayoría.
¿Qué prefieres?
Lo que pocos deciden.
Lo que muchos quieren.
¿Cuál es el riesgo de esta dicotomía?
¿Cuál podría ser la falacia detrás de mi primer pensamiento?
¿Cómo puedo improvisar yo un papel que tenga el caracter opuesto a lo que naturalmente me es más afín?
Es la transición hacia el otro lado.
Y no tengo manera más fácil de expresarlo con una historia quijotesca que sucede, al día de hoy, entre la meseta de esta península y su isla más oriental. Entre castilla i mao. NEWCAS –> NEWMAO
Eso está casi bien.
Casi bien escrito, pues.
Como si uno quisiera decir una cosa que no sabes si es farol o verdad.
Pero la dices. Y tan ancho.
Ancha es la mancha.
miniscuilizada.
Los que se sientan ofendidos por esas dos novelas (las circunscritas en los dos párafos anteriores a este que ahora leés, mientras yo escribo).
La dualidad de leer y escribir.
Entre tú y yo.
Una experiencia humana sencilla: universal.
Una experiencia humana compleja: multiversal.
Estos dos dualidades representan otra dimensión de mi literatura orientada.
Yo te voy a decir cómo leerme.
Yo no te voy a decir cómo leerme.
Esas dos elecciones, también, están ahí para que tomes la que quieres.
Destinaciones de un voluntad colectiva regenerativa.
¿Qué queremos de verdad para darle la vuelta a este infeliz sistema?
Ya lo dijo Josipovici: Napoleón nos chingó a todos. A día de hoy.
Y la francia azul se tiró de los pelos.
99 franceses azules se tiran de los pelos.
Esta pieza de videoarte se tiene que proyectar en la pieza de al lado del Louvre como una intervención del tecer milenio que lo vino a chingar todo. O sea, para que el arte subversivo de un azul tropical, en el seno del meollo público francés más global del momento, sin duda alguna esta pieza de arte colectivo azul sobrecoge al Sena como las cabezas decapitadas de sus realezas.
Hasta ahí la pieza que lee en la pared de la exposición.
Imaginemos que esta exposición no se expone en dicha sala del Louvre hasta que se consiga resolver todo este pedo del robo, la ventana, el tipo que pidió a esos vatos que se la robaran, los batos que debían preveer el mecanismo de riesgo ante la probabilidad de un robo. ¿Esto pasaría en el mundo rojo?
Y los azules se echan las manos a la cabeza.
Todavía no se tiran de los pelos.
Sólo han errado puerta.
Mientras que rojo: gol.
Yo soy el gol que gana un mundial alternativo.
Paralelo a esta surrealidad.
Mucho más cercana a Duchamps, Buñuel y Dalí dibujando un triángulo sagrado entre Paris, Calanda y Portlligat.
Lo que un surrealista de este tiempo haría es retrotraer el tiempo a aquella época.
La imagen de un texto inteligente te lleva de una ficción a un viaje inmediato al más allá. Hoy, ahora, NAW, esto es posible. Vamos. . . . . . . . .El texto repetido es adrede: así usted lo ve o lo ve. ¿Lo ve?
ALLS
Mi literatura te lleva tan sólo a nueve nodos de destinación NEW.
Esta es mi metanarrativa.
Y por tanto se rige bajo el sesgo imperfecto de mi voluntad subjetiva y fácilmente manipulable.
Primero vamos a informarnos. Vamos a ver. Vamos a leer. Vamos a estudiar. Vamos a analizar. Vamos a diseñar escenarios. Vamos a diseñar redes neuronales que respondan a la metaestructura del tico commons. Sea el tico commons el concepto NEW de lo que el procomún que nació según los ingleses en la concepción intelectual y colectiva de los «commons». Pero esta vez, visto desde allá para acá. Por hacernos a la idea de justo lo contrario. Porque nunca lo hemos intentado. Todos a la vez.
Dual choices. Everything can be dualized. And we get to choose. Posibilism.
I just write was not right with me. Really, what’s not right with the world. Why else would I do this? To solve my own situation and misfortunes. Just in hope one day I’ll see the light. And I come to terms with these NEW set of terms.
This is what it’s about. About a NEW way of thinking. Nonexisten until now. The greatest story ever told.
People want choices.
And I can provide 9 of them.
But you may only inhabit one.
ünö. . . . . . . . .
Una dimensión extra-ordinaria en la que tiene cabida el entrenamiento de las variables que sirvan a la profunda transformación de tí mismo: your own personal bias.
Esta es una transformación nada más. Pero tiene 99 dimensiones. También podrían ser, y de hecho lo es, 99 transformaciones. Que 9 estaciones me separan de una metaestructura orientada a la transformación de dicha situación a resolver desde un colectivo de nueve personas orientado al cambio y la transformación.
El discurso lo promulga uno desde su particular punto de partida. Este es el mio. El propio. El que representa sólo a üno: mi yo en proceso de transformación. La destinación está clara: ünö.
ünö sos vos: trans.
Vos mismo te transformás.
Y también podés calibrar las variables de las columnas, el metaverso de tu estado alternativo al ser-estar en el mundo real. Cualquiera que haya sido tu suerte: la carta del sitio en el que naciste. El azar de nuestra existencia y del porvenir. Hasta el punto moderno de la concepción colectiva de una solución suficiente para el conjunto de la humanidad: el estado de absolución. La gloria eterna. Aquí. Ahora. NAW. . . . . . . . .
We all have expectations to be fulfilled. We all want to be happy. And feel it’s comfortable state of mind. Yet it never seems to be there. It’s never enough. We are not quite ready.
Moo Pak, once again, hit a key that set the motion to come back here and write again. Just to find the sense of finding the perfect stranger, in those words, in those walks, in those shoes. And in a conversation with that person that listens to this flow of free speech, in the greater sense, the things that come out when you are bursting out what’s in your head, through the influece of literature, music, culture, and thus giving birth to a certain thought, a certain idea, a thesis of some kind. Oh, that’s a great place to be. Oh, what great literature.
Yet, the sensation at this very moment of the book is that of Kafka’s walking around Prague feeling overwhelmed with the extra energy the summer brings, too much that his legs feel too long, and his arms swing about, those to bigger that their usual size, not finding harmony with this newly adquired power. That’s about the same situation young minds feel when the have that sucking the marrow out of life but not quite finding the purpose, or the words to express what they feel; what they are living. And as life goes on, the right words come to life, yet the energy is no longer there. The paradox in living.
The letter, he said, sums up not only everything that Kafka’s life and writings are about but the situation in which we all find ourselves in the two centuries since the French Revolution, when we feel that everything is possible but that there is no way of knowing what to do or how to do it.
Moo Pak. Gabriel Josipovici
And then he goes about the fact that a regular guy from Corsega becomes an emperor. In the modern way of just wanting to will get you there, and all you need to do is desire it long enough to see it happen, when in the majority of cases, all you find is frustration of those dreams being overwelmhed by the personal circumstances that somehow you turn the pointing finger at your favorite scape goats: the world conspiring against you, wether bad luck or the machination of others.
Josipovici is right. Most of us, this is what we get. A taste of failure. And yet, a few get the taste of devouring their ticked to ride the big wave. And the stay there, and we look, and the scene is absurd, as the simpler way in which our lives would be fulfilled is quietly being ignored by the very same seduction coming from swift melodies of nyphms and or flashing lifestyles of influencers. Capitalism brings us here: to stare at the screen to see the lives of those who pretend to have achieved that happiness and fulfilment.
But from which direction is that fulfilment and happiness to come? What do I have to do to achieve it? I am ready and willing to do anything, and I have the energy and determination to carry through whatever I set my mind to -but how to start? What direction to take? Where to plant my feet for the first big shove?
Well, that’s exactly how I feel. Or rather, that’s exactly how I’ve felt, for a long time, in the pursuit of the starting line, ahead, as I see it in the horizon, but when get there the silly line has moved farther away. It’s this continuos scape that keeps me here, figuring out how flow beyond this realm.
Somehow I feel I’ve already departed. I’m ready to flow. And to reach out to the world. As the world, too, is tired of waiting. So here I come. Ready or not.
Neural systems have their own class. They eat at a separate table. And that’s fine. We are not able to understand beyond certain overwelming complexity. And we stay here. In our real world case. The one we are entitle to. By living. And acting as if we are part of a biological bio-organism (isn’t that a word, no hyphen needed… doubts with fairly easy correction action, surely covered by the redundant safety systems we are entitle to once we drive the global collective needs a of new society.
Oh, oops, my mistake.
It’s NEW society.
Capital letters matter.
At least for some.
There are these other group of people who would rather position right at the antipodes of any given trivial assembly of fools.
So it’s not the nemesis part that’s wrong. It’s the lack of assemblies worth joining with for the greater good of the tico commons.
There you go.
I said it.
Why is change relevant to me?
Why did I feel the need to invent the tico commons concept?
Because.
Just because.
It’s not scentific.
But it is.
You see.
It’s like one of them lies you like to believe.
It’s been proven false.
You don’t give a damn.
You still believe.
And nobody, I mean, no-bo-dy, is going to get you out of there.
And that’s your syndrome.
You are stuck in you deep fakenews believe.
A dogma of some kind.
A dogma of some cult.
The believers.
Beyond the rest.
Who are not aligned within the inner cercle.
So it’s about circles.
Many.
In fact… multiversly many.
That’s my cup of tea.
And I’ll like to call it something more than my own. I’m in the business of building a NEW:üs. . . . . . . .
Several points in this rectangle right here. Let’s take a look at them. Around the u and W, in a batle between nearl y equal letter of the alphabet with a story. An unfinished story. Like A to Z stories. The alphabet is where it all started. Like any NEW language a set of 99 NEW words are required. NEWüs is one of them. In ticatalán. My short language model. 99 words around. Intermediate models. That’s where we are missing. That’s where I’m going to set a 9 year vision set of horizons. Seeding the ground for change. With just one slide. One slide that changed the world. And leap beyond: ALLS.
You see, that’s a story within a story within a format within a gramatical rule in decontextualized NEW world of yours. Yes you may. This is positive multiversal thinking. You’ve never been influence by such a bliss from all nine dimentions acting on the resolved theorem of peaceful creative collective collaborative nurturing of a NEW destination at the antipodes of this all. We stand out. And leap away. Today. Now. NAW.
ALLS
Lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo… footballartclub NEW barcino.
Both LEAPGO and AINTHELLNO, minizculized, are two great words from my ticatalan language model.
Mis 99 palabras claves.
Ahí hay dos cosas: un formato y una lengua.
También un model de medición de valor.
Con las 9.
Y las 99.
De aquí dentro, en mi red neuronal particular: mi herramienta de representación del cálculo complejo que sucede en nuestras mentes interconectadas. Esta es mi destinación NEW. Se que ese espacio es plausible. Voy a crear las condiciones para que tengamos incentivos a jugar, ahora sí, a esto.
Y esto pasa por crear un historia particular.
Un registro nunca antes visto.
Lo que sea que necesitemos para establecer el mecanismo autoorganizado redundante calibrado por la acción activa de : üno, 9, 99, 999, 9999, 99999, 999999, 9999999, 99999999, 999999999.
Yo, en este caso particular, soy ese üno.
Pero no se preocupe, estoy en mi derecho. Y si yo lo tengo, usted también.
Y humano cualquiera.
Ante un mandato NEW uninversal: la renunciación a la violencia.
Es un debate que requiere de una intervención divina: DEUS EX MACHINA.
Qué baje Dios y que lo vea.
Y diös bajó; minizculizado.
ChachaaaaaaaÁN
En la lengua española no se abría aceptado que esa a se repitiera tantas veces como nueve, y que la novena tuviera la particularida de estar capitalizada, y encima acentuada, con un acentito español clasicorro. Y súmale la N mayúscula. ¿Qué pedo? Pues esa n puede tener la autonomía de escribirse con minúscula o mayúscula, siendo esta decisión única y exclusivamente de la propia letra.
A los académicos de la lengua nos les gustó, de entrada, el chistecito. Salvo a uno: ö. La letra 29 de la lengua española. De momento, la única regla de otra lengua que se ha aprobado por voto popular en la última elección, en la que Golman salió elegido: ünö.
ünö
La historia de la letra ö (y de todo el alfabet ticatalán, que forma parte de lo que Golman copió directamente de LLüll. Ja si es digui lo que va ser l’entrada de la ü al debat dels acadèmics de la llengua catalana.
I would like to invite you to an emergent NEW state.
This is trully revolutionary.
I’ve got it all figured out.
Recuerdo la primera edición de Gran Hermano en México, mi estimado amigo Edu, se planteó una pregunta que estaba en aquél momento penetrando en la juventud malipulable de la capirucha: ¿Si nomás te puedes llevar un libro para estar ahí metido 99 días, cuál escoges? Y el creo que dijo que se llevaría 1984, de George Orwell. Y así lo podrías decir con orgullo. Y leer cada día y noche. A tu ritmo. Pero como acto de revolución dentro de estos nuevos espacios a los que la globalidad multimedia multiversada en los inicios del siglo, año dos.
Han pasado 24 años desde aquél entonces. Las distopías aun no escritas se desvelaron en la realidad con tal nitidez que no supimos darnos cuenta de que ya estábamos dentro desde hacía tanto tiempo como el tiempo aquél que habitó y transformó George Orwell con su acción literaria, republicana, rebelde, en defensa de una percepción más allá de la complejidad presente de desmontar el entramado militar narcocapitalista. Energía, minas, extracción, fintech, entretenimiento, medios, petroleo, logística, investigación, educación, deportes, cultura y vida eterna.
13 cosas.
No se puede.
Máximo 9.
Límites.
Mäs allá de nuestras ridículas barreras culturales enquilosadas.
Vamos a plantear el reseteo de todo el sistema.
Dejar de existir para renacer en un lugar más allá.
En otra dimensión.
De pronto abrimos comunicación con otras especies.
Con multiversos paralelos.
Que de pronto, como una explosión cámbrica, cambia nuestra perspectiva.
Para siempre.
Socialmente, esto es lo que debemos plantear como un resultado emergente deseable. Que no obstante, las reservas de resistencia de aquellos que disfrutan del status quo actual van a hacer todo lo posible para que su posición de dominación de esta teoría de juegos cambie. ¿Tu estás dispuesto a reununciar a todo esto?
La serie particular primera no existe. No se ha puesto en marcha desde que se diseño en el espacio de creación interior del laboratorio de sistemas complejos sociales que actua en sintonía con otra dimensión desde el año nueve del milenio. Su entrenamiento es lo más sofisticado en la progressión del diseño social holístico resiliente sostenible ecuánime surrealista postpostpostmodernidad cerebral NEW.
El momento ya está aquí.
Ya no estoy aquí.
El valor del tico commons persiste.
Por los mecanismos de resiliencia en movimiento continuo: NEWflow.
NEWismos.
Dos palabras más del ticatalán.
Tan sólo valen 99.
Pero su situación es permeable.
Alterable.
Como nuestra renovada percepción de bienestar colectivo interconectado en la plenitud de la novena dimensión.
Nuestra capacidad para entender y asimilar sistemas complejos es limitada. Pero no estamos limitada a nuestros limites individuales para diseñar los mecanismos que nos permitan ir más allá de la percepción sesgada que rige, de momento, nuestro pusilánime status quo. Es que la cosa está muy mal. Pero no se preocupe, que aquí tiene usted una elección NEW: el tico commons.
El tico commons también es una palabra del nuevo alfabeto del ticatalán. Y el futbolarte otra. La noción de ser y estar preparando algo más allá de lo plausible. Por la comunión de dos tiempos que hoy no conectan, pero que no tiene por qué ser así. Reconsideremos la ecuación.
Rojo.
El condicionante de una elección. De una tribu. Los rojos.
De pronto podríamos decir que el rojo es una elección con estas otras. Y que entre todas, las nueve, tenemos un árbol de decisión frondoso. Lo suficientemente diverso y asumible. La complejidad es el objetivo. Poder actuar a pesar de las dificultades.
Cada uno es cada uno. Pero podemos pintarnos de otros colores. Y mutar. Perpetuamente. Como nuestras células. Activa el sistema complejo resiliente de nuestra mutua persistencia y conveniencia. Es elección va más allá del color en sí. Perpetuemos multiples caminos a la asunción de la gloria colectiva en un presente consciente y recubierto de un nuevo acuerdo social transformado.
You use to have a chance to live under the radar of social interaction. Now everyone wants to stick their head for social recognitizion and influence. The role of influencers has become a job kids want to be when they grow. Regardless of the value.
The rate of interest and the attraction depend on how you differenciate from the rest. As everyone competes for attention, this scarcity is layered by the investment in online campaigns that trigger the niche markets that are pursuing to be like those influencers: the audience that will buy the products they advertise, directly or indirectly, from their social appeal machinery. Suddenly, we’ve all look at the reflection in the water, and image ourselves to be spotless, ageless, and improvable, according to the new standards of the social esthetics of vanity. We are the product, and also the consumer that titls our own mental health decline.
We are competing with ourselves not just to be expanded into the world like a masked improved version of us, but with the wrong set of parameters to rule the collective desireable outcomes. It is hitting home on scrolling down to check other people out, and to stand from the crowd, with the easiest two lies that define the formula in the capitalist scene: money times beauty= power. And what do they get you: mass attention. The recognition of the bold and the beautiful.
It just happens to be the same market karma that’s been up to sale in American entertainment ever since we started to be globally influenced by the narrative of the American dream and the all white success of Risky business and Top Gun. Hollywood serving itself a cup of their own desire, and the amusing way in which the rest of us, sipped our coca colas and bought into the whole thing: they are the good ones, and whoever they point at should be the bad guys. Polarization was there all along, from a long time ago.
Even in ancient narratives there’s been a tale of two cities, be it Troy, narrating a defeat through trickery, or Rome, as the expanding empire of the rule of law that somehow arrives to our current legal systems and western societies. Up to the fusion with Christianism, as an way of establishing divine power and «universal» (according to the westeners on this side of the Earth) coverage, and all thanks to emergence of a single actor who took ancient tales, and spoken word, and some merging of wisdom from eastern holistic teachings to shift towards love and lack of violence.
The theory that Jesus played an scapism act to lower the heart rate upon the suffering of most brutal violence, embracing a state of wholyness and peace of mind, beyond the ragging reaction of Father God with mediterranean sudden storms that spread the crowds back home, and triggered clumsy Roman soliders to fast track the burial of the Son of God, who latter inside the cave, awakened the body as magicians operate behind courtains, to regain control of his respiration and heartbeat, opening the door with no need to external help, encountering the few that witnessed the miracle and spread the word, as he then headed back east to live happily ever after. His legacy and work had been done, as the holy plan had been designed to disguise the operative parts of the operation, that needed the human being to deliver the human scapism act that trigger the NEW faith God Father Himself intended to finish up, 2025, more or less, years later, when he came down to seal the last testament with his own AI enhanced holy prompt.
A NEW son was required for the equation, so he left the deliverance of human kind take over the collective social emergence of the centuries and a couple of milenia, to finally bring about the scientific consolidation of quantum physics to enable the last technological advancement that would be required to open up the perspectives of jumping together to NEW levels of understanding, a few dimentions away from our current understanding.
It was a matter of what humanity needed to do on its own, and God Fathers own agenda and timing. He’s omnipresence is like the continuous flow in multiple dimenstions of a sort of interstellar dj, letting the flow of stardust command in the winds of empty space, quantum linkage with other moments, places, elements, wide enough to fit the grandeur of the universe, and the capacity to think outside the box, in multiversal terms.
God Fathers work is done here. Emancipation of our ancient desire to figure out through old tales, myths and fiction is now a space for NEW mechanisms to interact with the social complexity of a fair, resilient world where humans expand into this collective NEW awarness of NEW extended societal roles to complement the progress, development, and social governance of our own institutions and models. The holy structure of this other way to interpret what was misleading about the power mechanisms implemented by the local narratives that have shaped todays cultures, communities, nations and identities. This goes beyond belief and nationalism. Forget Christian Nationalism. It’s just wrong. Forget anger driven interpretation of enemies that seem to be acting against me. I don’t care. I’m not necessary, while a lot of letting go will be needed to scape from the myth that war is needed, and that other is the enemy. Stop. Step down. Lay down the weapons. The days of silly machodom is over. I step down. So should you.
Now, that’s an absurd theory that we place today here from the result of a ChatGPT retrieval of minor theories, allucinations, especulations, and other sources of fantasy. A novel story about the backbones of a myth are now going to be fueled into what we know about our ancient history. New narratives will flod the access to the real sources, while the real source is already centuries away from the actual facts, unless God Father himself comes down and clarifies this all mess at once.
So He did.
But of course, there are only two ways a God omnipotent could come down and become one with the humans: like Jesus did, or like the Greeks did. Disregard any perimetral scenarios that the original cultures of indigenous believes from the Americas, to the Australian, to the African, and the Eastern cultures may provide. For the sake of eurocentrism and narcisist western piety. We just want to make a point, and rather make so that it is written in stone, for the rest of you. And that’s not colonialism… don’t get me started. You people are impossible.
God Father has had enough of this. He’s reading all this bullshit that’s been pinned on Himself, and He couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. It’s been outrageously missleading His whole holy architecture of perfectness and infalibility. But it’s also all part of the plan. His own mercy relies on the vulnerability that his own crafts-«man»-ship allowed Him to feel the remorse of having almost made it right, but not quite. And so it’s intended, as it was with the sending of his first son, J, to send another one for the last announciation: God Father is dead. And as He is, will come down, among us, for the sake of his wholy last departure: as we humans shall. His holy sacrifice, given that he really had no need to pay attention to our misserable and pitiful little battles, was to renounce his eternal life, to die fo for us one more time: to sacrifice Himself. He became hë. To clarify all matters related to HIM, and his wholy NEW kingdom… minisculized.
Funny he called it a kingdom. How it all resembles our understanding, that of the tiny blue dot on the outskirts of the galaxy/universe, without the capacity to address and aknowledge the culture and «humanity» of the parallel world that we are closely intertwined with, at the other spectrum of the physical existance, beyond this little universe of ours. This doorway loop that binds us with our parallel multiverse. The last act of scapism required for us to trully connect the collecting being that will shed light to the other at the other end. We’ll feed the lives of those who are no longer here with us, as it’s altogether this going back in time, to review ourselves, and to go elsewhere, beyond the status quo that’s being triggered to selfdestroy itself, or find itsway within the collapsing sinking or Modern times and Capitalism, as we’ve been led to believe that this too was impossible.
God Father himself has other affairs, more complex and difficult to explain for us humans to consider, or even start to grasp what it all means, when He’s been kind enough to suit his bussy schedule to tender our most precious and relevant need: the adherence to the absense of violence as a man-made (man as a macho male patriarch, he wants to point out, with the part of revelation of his own guilt and sin of having allowed this to slip through the normalized culture of this humanity ordeal HE so masterfully shape to become what it has, prior to its own dissaperance into the realms of oblivion, forevermore…) excuse to carry own this power ride, to control women, exercise violence over them, and so unconspicuosly impregnata that culture into the society, its governance, myths, and interactions. Disgraceful, and yet a lesson to be learned over the course of all these time, to be able to aknowledge the last testament in this NEW holy book.
God Father himself doesn’t write too often. And that’s part of the problem. His spokesman have been biased by the human nature of their interpretation, and by the structure of the charisma that has defined the church institution itself. This NEW book will clarify this charisma issue, as well as all theological misconceptions that have been left unresolved by the all-male team of the few priests manlihood. That’s all going to change too.
Prepare for a NEW course of action.
I will not be born where the profecies have said so. First the jews, then the Christians, then the Muslims. This goes for all of you, as God Father himself has taken a step forward to unleash this emergent state orthogonal to all beliefs. In this new quest, this holy world will capture the leftover knowledge that we will command to the scientific method to allow humanity to figure out in this direction, the most resilient and holistica way to move beyond the grasps of the narrow-minded strategies of the big 7 tech companies calling the shots, the two antagonist parties elsewhere, and the 9 social models worth debating among us, people of the earth, to have this NEW conversation and destination of the fair and kind shared humanity that dignifies our equal status, with the only condition that we all drop the weapons, drop the violence against women, drop the anger, power drills that have alientate us to believe that are enough if we all survive by ourselves.
We are moving towards a more collective and collaborative mindset. And in the mist of this renouncing I am now announcing, this why I have considered to drop this one and only bullshit, to set the scene of a multiversed conglomerate of beliefs, of holy creatures in the sky, that will free up space in your capacity to make up the imaginary friend you would like to speak to, when you want to call on the glory and grace of our NEW belief adn religion altogether.
This is social shift, and God Father himself has come down to push the button.
Like a pulse of contradictory forces: strong and soft.
I’m in the loop of aspiring grace. A common one. A near future one. A long-term functional desire. A pulse of relience. A common heath. Breath. Bé. . . . . . . . . .
Cómo tener el apoyo de tu personal IA autoprogramable.
Todos necesitamos saber entrenar estas máquinas. Bueno, no son máquinas, ya se. No me voy a poner actuario pa aburrirlos aquí con mi pocas luces para el estandar de mis compañeros de generación del ITAM de la carrera de Ciencias Actuariales: cómo andar el camino de los mátemáticos y enfocarte en entenderle a la base fundamental del conocimiento estadístico y su aplicación para el impacto social para la transformación. Yo podría dar esa clase. Pero quizás el claustro se lo tendría que pensar para saber exactamente qué o cómo o quién es ese tal Golman, que dice haber estudiado la carrera en nuestra universidad. Las nueve cabezas del departmento de actuaría que más le dan a las comunidad matemática de la actuaría aplicada al bienestar social de la resiliencia colectiva de los algoritmos y la gobernanza de los amos del feedbacklooping: aquellos nueve postactuarios reconvertidos a la escuela del teorema de la dualidad fundamental de sistemas de inteligencia colectiva entrenados por los métodos, mecanismos, tareas, objetivos, dinámicas, espacios, recursos de cálculo, almacenamiento, interacción, debate, construcción, diseño de lo NEW, filosofando nomás, reestableciendo el sistema de mantenimiento de las alertas que indican una decisión colectiva aportadora de valor NEW, dimensión 9, resiliencia 99, _________ 999, _________ 9999, _________ 99999, ——— 999999, _________9999999, _________ 99999999, _________ 999999999.
ALLS
Anexiona ese pensamiento con un prompt cojonudo para alimentar la IA más a la mano.
Claro, te pones a pensar: ¿voy yo ahora y le regalo a la IA a un pantuflillas que hay por ahí.
Y a la vez piensas: ¿yo tengo un plan?
Y nomás no lo he sacado.
Pero ahora es el momento.
Se trata de una narrativa NEW.
Un sistema complejo NEW.
Un todo NEW: ALLS.
La última divinidad.
Por el efecto espejo regresivo en la dirección contraria a la evidente: palante.
Patrás: antípodas tropicales.
Hablar desde el otro lado.
Hablar desde la otredad.
Y transitar allá.
A eso NEW.
Estados plenos.
Estados escenciales.
Un entendimiento superior.
¿Qué es lo que hace falta?
¿El código o la comunidad?
Yo siempre entendí que era la comunidad.
Y esta se autorganiza a partir de un giro de guion de 180º.
Y nos vamos todos.
Unos, los autobendecidos del vehiculo que Dios Padre mismo ha enviado a partir del último hijo judio que iba a tener: ahora sí rabinos y colonos. Háganle caso a Golman.
Golman, servidor.
Su redentor.
¿De qué? pensara.
No piense tanto.
Déjese llevar.
Venga por aquí.
Haga click en el botón.
Qué a dónde vamos.
Ya lo verá.
Esa es la gracia.
Ni usted ni yo sabemos.
Pero vamos.
Y nos vemos.
Padentro.
PADENTRO
Una palabra H4 tiene un día de nacimiento. Es un momento de luz. Un significante de un término NEW. Nunca antes visto, en un idioma en el que las palabras estas deletrean n, e y w.
N, e y w
Eneeydobleü
eneeydobleü
Dos palabras H4 juntas a menos de 99 palabras.
La eficiencia de los significados colectivos NEW.
La escala NEW del valor.
Los antagonismos.
Los niveles de libertad.
El teorema del cambio dual.
Un principio actuarial NEW.
Por limitar el ámbito de nuestras procedencias.
Por completar un ciclo.
Y repetir.
Y así eternamente.
O 99 rides.
Y nada más.
ALLS
¿Qué es eso de no haberme explicado eso de las inteligencias artificiales en las que ahora todo el mundo dice que si tú y si no se cuantos?
Tu mamá te exige que le encuentes todo aquello que le pueda asegurar que estás siendo feliz. Y mientras tanto vamos haciendo. Y consiguiendo subsistir como podemos. Ese es el modelo. Esa es nuestra triste realidad. Y muchas veces pensamos en qué hacer para no ser un simple observador, cómplice de genocidio, macho ibérico alpha violentando a una mujer, un radicalizado que no piensa más allá de la violencia, de la guerra, de la pudredumbre de una sociedad postcapitalista absorta por los inputs de la publicidad que se alimenta de las empresas y felicices capitalistas subidos en el dolar del capitalismo global, tal cua es. Así nos tocó vivir. No fue fácil para mí: yo me lo he currado para llegar hasta aquí. Nadie me va a quitar mi mérito. El individualismo que nos vendieron y compramos. Y desde que 1976 – 1982 que algo se ha venido cambiando para conseguir alcanzar un estatus diferente a lo que habíamos conseguido como humanidad hasta los últimos suspiros de nuestro último siglo. Visto desde el tercer milenio, flipamos con el segundo.
Y así durante 999 años se habló del tercer milenio sobre lo que el segundo vivió.
¿Cuánto tiempo duraremos existiendo aquí?
Parece que la destrucción mundial es más fácil de ficcionar que la narrativa final de un capitalismo que cae siempre de pie. Para unos pocos en realidad. No es la riqueza de la globalidad de los mercados sino cómo revierte ella en al bienestar común global generalizadamente, equitativamente, accesible a la humanidad entera, en un trato común, de facto.
Pero aún así, pese a tener nuestras pequeñas ideas de vidas alternativas, lo que verdaderamente importa es cómo vamos a ser parte de ellas. Y por ello debemos asimilar el siguiente concepto: cualquier sueño individual en el que te veas sin nadie más es una chorrada mental que tu mismo estás creando: enhorabuena todavía tienes ganas de jugar y tu creatividad y capacidad de resiliencia creadora no ha menguado, sino todo lo contrario, se mantiene activa, y al alza sostenida. Sin la glotonería capitalista.
Capitalist glottnery.
Yet peer social pressure has increased by X999 the last few years, ever since ChatGPT emerged. We’ve all changed. And the feeling of hopelessness is still there stirred by the awkward rule of war and measdemeanors between two antagonist parties. The social clash of our history classes has turned into a live event of the elite of our own governance, and the same all struggles from the lords and commones. The working class and the masters. The masters999. A NEW set of masters.
How will this new feudalism in the collective interconnected network of our future resilient society will look like?
This is a relevant question, mentioned profile99 of them 99 only.
99only
Voy a tirar una cosa con Wizarap
Vamos a hacer esto viral.
Pero vamos a darles una canción.
Algo que nos lleve a bailar, pero también a volar.
Algo que nos permita sostener el respiro del trayecto de vuelta.
El ir y venir.
A la novena dimensión.
Vamospallá
Vamos a incorporarnos a una nueva rutina: conocernos en torno a una propuesta común competitiva.
Y competir sobre valor.
Las narrativas colectivas de la acción hacia la transformación.
Oportunidades hacia la singularidad.
La singularidad colectiva
Collective singularity: tico commons
Let that be the inicial definition of tico commons.
Trainners of algorithms is the key sustainability and NEW skill education model needed to feed the ultimate collective desire for our NEW value of systemic holistic resilience. Harmony depends on that. And it’s an emmergent trait, so it’s nobodies ownership. The capability of swiftly shifting our social NEW core collaboratively co-created in the spur of an orthogonal direction altogether.
That’s a social clash, like punk band, with the movement in the dancefloor as the exercise to understand this collective groove where the people sharing harmony experience gets stimulated by the requirement of NEW resilient landing spaces for the feedbackloopers needed in each of the 9 dimesntions of this ride and journey.
ride&journey
Travelling scenarios.
We need to be able to forcast the ride.
Like a story I’ve been told at 9 different speeds.
9 different social speeds.
Arranging the reslience of those 9 adaptive highways.
Platforms.
Rodes.
You know, «rodes». NEW ways. And üs on the road.
üs
List the 99 words of the Ticatalan alphabet and language.
Directly written (handwritten) by God Father himself (currently disguised as a red person among commoners).
Hë wrote them in 99 walls.
They all came down.
Jesús se rifó contra los poderes fácticos y los mercaderes. O contra los hijos de puta de su tiempo. Contra el poder establecido, también de las creencias religiosas. Por lo que se vio encaminado a diseñar un plan maestro final. 99 pasos para dejar claro el camino de la transformación social sin escribir ni una letra. Hombre, en realidad escribir escribía, ¿usted qué cree que un hijo de Dios, con todo lo humano que resultó ser mi parto, más allá de lo que le hayan contado, a mi lo que me tocó los cojones fueron los gilipollas hijos de puta que estaban ahí aprovechándose de la gente que sufría el depotismo tan humano y que tanto ha contaminado la naturaleza sobre la que se pinta como originario de todo esto a mi, Dios Padre. Vaya usted y…
No voy por ahí.
No soy violento.
No se por qué usted está convencido de que una entidad superior iba a tender como elemento de coexistencia con el cosmos del cuál ustedes cononcen el 0.000000009 %. No creen ustedes que es un poco ido de olla, colectivamente hablando, y de gilipollés pensar que somos el centro del mundo, planeta, sistema solar, vía lactea, galaxia, comunidad de galaxias, universo, multiversos ejemplares, NEW reino de diös, inferno y purgatorio.
Dios padre, minisculizado, se vio obligado a andar por caminos que hasta ahora nunca había frecuentado. Los bajos fondos de la universalidad. Allá donde ningún humano puede siquiera pensar en la existencia infinita.
¿Qué vamos a hacer?
¿Dónde vamos a autoorganizarnos?
¿Cómo nos vamos a entender?
En todo caso, la presión
ChatGPT doesn’t allow anymore to copy past your own prompt once you’ve written it in. Before pressing the button to go. So he doesn’t want you go somewhere else with this. Even if it’s yours. Your words. Your thoughts. Your orders. Your selforganizational proclaims. The variables to generate the emergence and the measurement of NEW value. Destinations and places to build them.
Let’s take a look at what comes next:
ChatGPT doesnt’ let you see beyond this window. Your writting space. Input data. You are the data provider. And the data is yours. So what are you using this superpower for? You is your enhanced world better for the tico commons? I bet you can input your best desires and collective love we all have to give. There’s this NEW destination, and this is where we are heading. Father God wrote this prompt this morning, let’s see what happens.
So another third level prompt; still goes on.
Ant it’s still not finished
Level four.
And at last
Final prompt text
And that’s the end of the promt
Enter
The algorithm took about 99 seconds to process the four screens of text that Golman wrote into the GPT model. The intention was there to trascend the capacity of selfish drive. But rather to acquire a collective self-organizing resilient-driven prompt that turns into the framework of a NEW awakening in our society. A thing that has the planet sustainability in the center, humanity as less violent collective among the rest of the specied in this NEWGAïä harmony. The global NEWAI. äï minisculized. A simple theory with a NEW set of pathways, and the emergent patterns ahead. Getting rid of hate. Discarding violence and war. And the unfair inequities of brutal capitalist model that has shown to be utterly dead.
As dead as that old version of Father God. That old patriarch mad as hell, as if the macho society was able to capture itself when all the social violence was turned against women, owning them, for your own precious priviledge. You big old wanker. Fool. How could you even think ï would stand for that? Not the case: quite the opposite.
But let’s act according to the harmony of a collective embrace of a NEW collective and collaborative trust. A NEW belief. A NEW force that triggers the action upon the common good. A NEW set of destinations. A global plan to actually take on the challenges and awakening ahead. What’s the desired NEW direction? Who should be leading that road? That sort of thinking. That sort of global goal. A NEW course of action.
But that’s just me talking.
What would the äï output…
Bé
Here is a first co-created alignment draft for the NEW value journey you propose — the Feedbackloopper Academy and the Tico Commons alliance. I’ve tried to structure the vision into 9 Journeys, 9 Teams, 9 Formats, 9 Questions, 9 Personas, and a 99-day transformation game plan.
🌍 TICO COMMONS × FEEDBACKLOOPPER ACADEMY
The 9×9×99 Emergent NEWGAïä Transformation Framework
🔮 9 Core Collective Value Journeys (long-term transformation desires)
Equity of Access – ensuring fair global participation in AI & social systems.
Resilient Ecosystems – aligning human, technological, and planetary health.
Knowledge Commons – open knowledge-sharing as the base currency.
Creative Emergence – fostering collective creativity, innovation, and art.
Trust & Transparency – accountable AI & transparent governance.
Collective Resilience – preparing adaptive communities for shocks.
Ethical Tech Stewardship – balancing innovation with responsibility.
Interconnected Localism – empowering local nodes in a global network.
Regenerative Futures – designing systems that restore more than they consume.
🌀 9 Emergent Levels of Engagement & Understanding
Minisculizing → re-seeing ourselves as particles in the whole.
Awakening → awareness of systemic interdependence.
Aligning → syncing personal goals with collective tico goals.
Resonating → finding shared signals and synergies.
Prototyping → building micro-experiments of transformation.
Scaling → amplifying what works across networks.
Embedding → making new practices part of daily reality.
Reinforcing → stabilizing systems through collective feedbackloops.
Transcending → emergence of NEWGAïä — the next state of collective being.
🎭 9 Persona Journeys (for the countdown campaign)
The Dreamer – “How do I turn imagination into real impact?”
The Builder – “What tools can I use to co-create change today?”
The Skeptic – “How do I know this isn’t another hype cycle?”
The Storyteller – “Which narratives will move people to act together?”
The Connector – “Who else is joining this movement with me?”
The Guardian – “How do we protect what matters most?”
The Innovator – “What experiments can we launch right now?”
The Healer – “How can we restore balance to ourselves and the planet?”
The Navigator – “Where do we go from here, and how do we track progress?”
🎲 9 Questions (as lead magnets for persona engagement)
What if your daily actions could ripple into global change?
How would you redesign one broken system in your community?
What story could unite us beyond borders?
What’s one risk worth taking for the collective good?
Who do you trust to lead when no one is in charge?
How do we reward what society usually ignores?
What would a regenerative future look like in your city?
How do we train AI to embody not just intelligence but wisdom?
What does it mean to truly win as humanity, together?
🌱 Social Reward System: The Feedbackloopper Academy
Units of Value: “Loops” (earned through collaboration, not competition).
Calibration: Teams feed back insights, patterns, learnings → rewarded with collective visibility.
Ignition: Every loop shared increases system resilience.
Outcome: A self-sufficient knowledge–value ecosystem regenerating itself.
✅ This is the first alignment draft of the Tico Commons × Feedbackloopper Academy. It plants seeds of the 99 emergent patterns and creates scaffolding for 9 journeys, 9 teams, 9 formats, 9 personas.
Would you like me to expand one full persona journey (e.g., The Dreamer’s 9-day path) as a pilot blueprint to show how the countdown gamification works in practice?
I’m ready to leap. Yet there are too many things buzzing. I feel I don’t want to contribute to the noise. But be rather precise.
So is this perfectionism creeping on me and nullyfing the possibility of jumping into the pool? I think so. And it’s part, a big one, of what I’ve been nurturing for a long time: to not be.
It must probably sound like an excuse. It is. But I must admit it’s one I found pleasing. And that I built enough to be self satisfied that it was a good one. But it’s also still holding back and not doing it: exposing what it is I want to represent.
And that’s part of the problem. I don’t know. I don’t know anymore. Was it what I was about 9 years ago? Is it what I am toda? Do I have something I want to share that really represents the real me? Am I that? I don’t know really, but nobody could know for me, nor it really matters. I’ve been in the process of figuring things out for myself. To try to get to bottom of what I should pursue, and pursue it. And I’ve done so, as I was also trying to stabilize the circumstances around me and to still be present in the lives to the people that I love, and not over-obssessed with the little stories in my head.
I’m ready to Bé. That is to leap. And it’s a matter of doing it, but for me it’s never really been about me. It’s about üs. And that is something NEW. And something needed. A collective need. Or so I believe.
Now, how do we go about making a common alingment around these common needs?
This is what I’ve been internally struggling with, and collectively, through my labor, that is through the work I do as a public servant of some sort, in the bigger picture that we play in this interconnected society. I’ve been lucky enough to land in a place where we have this common alingment, and we are part of a team that is willing to move the horizon futher. We are shifters of the state of the art, although we are aware that the challenge, from the demand-side perspective, are way larger and longer that what’s usually at the tip of everyone’s timeline when it comes about the latest, shinniest, and most exciting device-product-service that we need to jump into to keep being meaningful in the rat race.
But is it all a void? Is this just another bubble? Is there anything public entities and governments should address to shift directions towards a new common horizon in the desirable future ahead? How do we build this consensus, and who should take part in shapping such collective ordeal?
Well, this is something I’ve been dealing with for a long time, and that I’ve been wanting to do for so long. And now I have a chance to play the game in the terms that I can represent more than just my personal belief, but rather try to make something collective, collaboratively and holistic from the very beginning. And to get other people involved in thisp exercise. A collective launch.
I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. And to simbolize this NEW start a NEW destination is required. A NEW direction. All those elements that can serve as a reference desire to transit to yet another set of interactions where things have evolved according to our collective common desires. What is it that we can assure we want as a society?
My journey is cicliical. I already live within the orobus. I don’t know where to start telling the story. It’s been rolling all along. And I need to reshape the narrative, for your convinience. So let this my next project. In a dual parallel mode.
A) From this personal incipient tribune of ünö. One. Ï . . . . . . . . .
B) From a collective collaborative impact-driven community. From the commons perspective. Reframed with this NEW proposal/destination/ride: tico commons.
üs . . . . . . . . .
Your own personal journey towards your internal transformation. Our collective collaborative action towards seeding NEW futures.
Those two spaces are required. Your own leap, in your own terms, and the collective leap we are facing as an interconnected human society in holistic harmony with our ecosystem and planet. In the Gaia balance. NEW gaïa.
This is how everyday feels like. While it’s not really that way, it’s also not the other way around. This sort of subjectivity drives me crazy, as anyone, literally, can say the most idiotic thing, and be right, just as much as the exact opposite commentary would have a solid backing from yet another brigade of fools. Either way, we are cooked.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m a fool too. I’m just one of those guys at the edge of either side of the argument. You mention one. I’m there. Or rather at the opposite end. Whatever seems to you more pretentious. Whatever seems to you that emphasizes how lame of a dude I am. Well, I can handle that truth. I’m there.
But that dude out there at the edge generating that sort of disgust or attraction is just a mere illusion, volatile and drifty, that will scape towards a yet another place in just about a inifinite mariad of ideals, places, arguments, wills, dreams, subjects, areas, drills, tasks,…
So don’t bother to love/hate. Unless it drives you to places where you, beneath all these masks, evolve towards the essence of your true self. That’s really the only destination worth exploring ethernally. It’s about the only thing that we need to explore out there: our inner-self. That ambiguous thing made up of all those cells, organs, and their interaction within its own biological infrastructurecture, or rather in the complex relationships that we, and they, have with the surrounding cells and species.
Together we form this living moment in constant transformation. It’s the only thing certain for all, and the only thing that should be relevant to our dayly struggle to keep going. How do we make ourselves useful to the emergent path of our holistic emergent ecosystem. The equilibrium, stress and entrophy of our recurrent states of stillness and movement, of day and night, sleep and awareness, unconcious and self, here, present, and willing to Bé.
My friend Ali asked Chat GPT what the fuck was going on with our fucked world and how are worse case scenarios consider as we witness a relentless desire from facist to drive up wars in the capitalist narco-macho-violent-pigs-wankers-assholes-dickheads-motherfuckers-_________ (you name it).
We, as a whole, were forced by this unlucked doorway to a NEW beginning.
Do you know how many people would jump down that corridor?
I do.
I don’t.
How do you know?
Why do you care?
Are you comming with me to a NEW place?
If you think and give a good thought to each to the 9 questions ï am going to ask ü.
Are ü ready?
That’s the line Ï SAY.
i SHOULD IT IT.
dOBLE ITTING.
miniculizers. . . . . . . . . .
I am a poet in disguise.
I live in another planet.
And from there ï shall come.
I will ride a Quetzacoatl ï «own-to»: a NEW belief.
I got 99 of them.
NEW beliefs.
NEW
Believe
Level three relevance: a NEW dimention for ALLS.
Do you know what ALLS trully means?
People didn’t know. Some did.
That awarness. Or rather the NEW awarness.
Whatever is about to unfold has neved happened in our history.
And it shall only be lived once.
At all nine dimentions.
For them to connect, that is.
A NEW game needs to be resiliently clever to emerge on its own to drive a NEW common factory.
Where should this connection derive from? From which collective NEW way will we bring on in a completely untraveled way we can all just dive into it… as we are… as we come… we come… as a NEW collective being: tico commons.
Let tico commons be a NEW tropical way to start from scratch.
I would launch a beam of this NEW energy generated from nuclear interaction among our nine holy volcanos. I was once costa rican. Then I become from nine other places. And I think we are doing something not quite so right. But we have a chance.
We must go back.
And back we go.
Like linking some beach in Hermosa, Guanacaste. A place like heaven. Only inhabited by these special team assembled to finally get us to our 99 goal.
The NEW class of 95 will present for you the prompt we came up with in a beach trip in 1995. We did it by understanding and ancient knowledge born in the higher minds of our collective godness we all drive towards a holistic resilient inteligent NEW being, programme, code, design, back end, governance, rules, rides, selfsurrealisation. And that it: nine categories to a NEW combination of variables. How do we treat the numerical interpretation if we did good or not? How do we measure what?
That’s the name of the book.
This is my first book.
Maybe is not even that long.
It’s been written.
And released to a group of 99 fellas.
9 feedbackloopers get to cover a relevant aspect we manage as a whole: for what we all believe. This NEW way of being back in the game. To play this time for the win. Winner takes all is so capitalist, we can’t stand it anymore.
So we would like to go.
So there.
We said it.
Who is we?
Someone says.
ï am.
A number of ï is recruited.
I’m going to recruit 9.
ALLS
La otra vía: capitalismo y su status quo.
¿En cuál quieres que te gane?
Las dos vías.
Reversing day
Let this be the start of new direction in time and space: orthogonality. We are ready to depart. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, …
The city, NEWMAO, is linked to the ancient port of NEWARG.
Argel i Mao.
MAOARG.
ARGMAO.
Coneccions d’un viatge de pescadors a s’altra bora d’es mar.
Més a prop que Napols. NEWNAP.
Ses conexions mediterraneas que deixem de costat, per tal d’entendre una mentida que esclata al mig de tot. Com si fos veritat. I només fugim.
Ses mapes d’un port. Es mapa de s’illa. Històries de baixeis. Veins motoritzats. Un cocktail a Cales Fonts. Un passeig per Georgetown.
Sóm anglesos, francesos i maonessos. També menorquins i espanyols. I un xic catalans. Xalem salat sa nostra llengua. Quelcom semblant. Però amb matissos. I jo que vaig venir de lluny, he arrivat aqui a fer-me ü, nöu. ï.
ï.
Minisculitzat.
minisculitzat.
No pas com abans.
Ara 9: NEW.
NEW
Nou.
ALLS
Vaig nedar des de Napols fins aqui.
He arribat abans a s’illa de Colom. A sa platja Tamarindos. I des d’aqui he pensat en la coincidència del nom d’un navegat explorador i la forma d’un illa, un ocell. Sa pau. S’esprit. Sant. Tot plegat, només arrivar a sa platja amb sa sorra blanca i fina, tots aquests elements sagrats i històrics és van fer presents, amb el missatge que em va esser traslladat per un pop pepit que em va fer ullets des de sa posedonia. Va dir:
«Aqui tot colom és navegat, i au: vola lluny, cap amunt, cap enrere, cap un destí nou. Ets aquí per rebre aquest mandat. Això és tot et que cal. Ara ves. Fes. Digues.»
Es Pop Pau
El misatge d’en Pau va arrivar al cor d’un napolità, que just havia pasat per Capri, abans de fer es darrer banyet, creuant es mediterrani, i arrivant, ara aquí, a s’illa d’en Colom. Des d’alla va tornar a fer xof, fen-se ü, un cop més, amb ses aigus mentals, just abans de que sortis el sol, que just quan s’apropaba a Sa Punta d’Es pas, va treure un ullet, i va dir: ALLS.
Aquesta darrera conexió al mar va fer aquest banyet sagrat el punt d’es d’on el sol, al mig de l’horitzó, el cos sumergit dins s’aigu, es far de Favaritx, i sa darrera pedra, amb sa pintura blanca d’un ocell sagrat, que reb el sol, amb ses ales obertes, com ara jo, que aixeco les mans i els peus, rebent al sol, mentre fa el seu camí fins sortir, desfigurat, amb aquell color toronja amb el que s’inicia un camí sagrat comú.
Tornem enrera.
Reversing day.
Avui és el dia abans d’un punt d’inflexió.
Som-hi.
Mao. Es port. Es Grau. Sa Punta d’Es Pas.
Tot just arriva el punt d’un cop més tornar a esser.
Agafem el punt de partida que volem. Tot just començem de nou. I quelcom nou ens marca un futur plausible, que ens cal transitar.
Els riscos, els perills, i els nèmesis estàn aqui. A s’altra banda. Fem-ho bé, des d’aquesta altra perspectiva. I tornem a restablir s’equilibri necesari per tornar al punt sagrat de benestar mental, de plenitut compatida, d’esprit comú, entre el pol d’es Tico Commons i la identitat d’un lloc nou: Ticataluña.
