What makes information warfare even more abominable than that waged on battlefields is the absence of any war code. Consequently, anything is allowed. What is astonishing is the number of those who have not yet realized that there is, in fact, a war going on in this field. This is mostly because none of those who fight fiercely has published, as protocol demands, a declaration of war. So that those who innocently stand in their way are attacked by a total violence that has no scruple to destroy and admits no amnesty. To crush the adversary, and to do so by any means available, preferably sneakily, so that the aggression will not be identified or, at the very least, it will be impossible to identify the aggressor. It is a war that, in short, has added infamy to pure violence.
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Ecclesiastes Is Eternal
Ecclesiastes is eternal because it has verified that there are no new vices, nor new hopes, that what has been done will be done again, and there will never be anything that has not already been done: in short, circumstances are different, but man is always the same, and always falls into the weaknesses of the past. The impression of change with time is illusory, since it is limited to external aspects of a permanent reality. Man is always man, and we can only expect him to be what he is.
The Revenge of the Common Man
What best characterizes modernity is the revenge of the common man on the man of genius. In all spheres, it is his interests that predominate; wherever one turns one’s eyes, it is his face that stands out. The victory is complete. And precisely from this stems the suffocation of culture and high aspirations, which now find an almost invincible hostility to germinate. The common man does not tolerate them, and knocks on doors as a missionary in order to indoctrinate. Perhaps never has it been so difficult and so necessary an effort to ignore him and not allow oneself to be contaminated.
There Is an Insurmountable Distance…
There is an insurmountable distance between the misanthrope and his time that reveals itself with each attempt to approach it. The misanthrope who opens a contemporary novel will hardly be able to finish it, since he will gradually be overcome by a feeling of repulsion that will force him to throw it away, if he does not want to submit himself to a torture from which he has nothing to gain. Whose fault is this? Certainly not the novelist’s, who more often than not is only fulfilling part of his obligation to the future by describing minutiae and particularities. But there is no solution! His work, at every step, at every scene, will arouse bad feelings that will eventually suffocate the unadapted animal, and he will have to abandon it, if possible forget it. The misanthrope is someone out of place in space and time.