By Abdul Mahmud
Folks, you get to the tipping point when the gods sit around you and say: your country is beyond salvation, redemption. Is that point, the point of nirvana- that transcendental point you no longer have desire, you no longer know suffering?
Folks, you get to the tipping point when the gods sit around you and say: your country is beyond salvation, redemption. Is that point, the point of nirvana- that transcendental point you no longer have desire, you no longer know suffering? Thread 》》》
— Emeritus Professor of Juju Science (By Affidavit) (@AbdulMahmud01) September 14, 2019
Or is it that point in which you recant beliefs and you seek redemption for the self, reconciliation for what resides within, than without? Whatever description you ascribe to it, it is the tipping point – the point of nirvana, redemption, reconciliation, rather than renunciation.
How do you arrive at that point without your country helping you to tip over? It is easy when hope is replaced by hopelessness, when answers become more questions, and life remains an illusion- or to put it more poignantly, life imitates death: you live by just dying slowly.
How does your country and its people help you? 1) When a people defend the killing of its youths and praise the country for saving their leaders from the stone-throwing youths; 2) When innocent citizens are detained, never to be heard, and the people praise the country for securing peace of the graveyard; 4) When a 70 years old woman protesting her poor condition is battered and people scream yes, she deserves it; 5) When the country becomes one big animal farm and the people turn into the characters, Boxer and Squealer screaming, “the leader is always right; four more years, four more years”. When tales of the good life are told by the new Squealers- bearers of tales of fantasies and the best lack conviction.
How can anyone defend the murder of students? How can someone scream that a battered old woman deserve battery? How can a country be silent when a serial killer is on the loose?
51 years ago in a country with sense, the philosopher, Jean Paul-Sartre was arrested in the street of Paris for joining the May students march. When President Charles de Gaulle heard of the arrest, he quipped, “you don’t arrest Voltaire”
He ordered the immediate release of Sartre. By doing so, he paid homage to France’s two great men of letters: Voltaire and Sartre.
For those who don’t know, both were 17th and 20 centuries intellectual giants.
Here, we live by platitudes. An old woman was battered, and two students murdered by the state and the people defend the shenanigans responsible for the heinous crime. One day the country will be sold, the people will merely ask: was it sold on Alibaba?
There’s a point you come to when you realize your country and its people are damned to eternal damnation and you seek your nirvana. It is not an escape; it is merely the realization that the self answers only to itself.
The gods are as kind as they are wise. When they gather around the Great Oracle and say, here’s the tipping point, they’re saying the sacrifices can’t wade off the looming destruction. “The Great Oracle, take flight”, they say.
“It will get worse to get worser, take heed, the Great Oracle”, the Great Oracle mutters to self.