That is not the point!

Whenever I get into a debate or a discussion or an argument about something, where I am trying to make a point, I cannot resist a feeling, after a few minutes of discussing, that I want to go on to the rooftop and throw myself onto the person that I am discussing with.

But, that’s not the point! What I am trying to say is…

I start to say something and elaborate on it, unconventionally, then getting into the depth of it without warning or warming, then coming back on the surface and diving again. I assume that the person can make the connection in between the points and see the big picture. Nobody can tell the whole thing, we neither have time nor the ability to do that [reminder: a memorable saying by Rumi, “it doesn’t matter how much you know, all that you can tell is all that the listener can understand”]. Then I pause, the person responds to what I say, but that’s not the point, what I am trying to say is…

Then I start all over again from another angle, going into depths and surface of it, the way I know to say it. The big picture is pretty clear from where I stand. Come here, stand there… a little to the right, come a little bit to the front. Okay, what do you say? No! that’s not the point, what I am trying to say is…

That I have this very natural feeling of wanting to go on the rooftop and throw myself on that person, so that the point will be quite clear, as I nail him/her down to that very point that I am trying to make!

That’s the problem of the quasi-three-dimensionality that people think they live in. They think that they have the inherent knowledge of being-in-the-world, just because they are in the world. Alas, but they have this bony brains that is not flexible at all and if you try to show something that is beyond their conventional understanding of physics, which is quasi-three-dimensional, to a point which is quite clear, yet beyond their myopic existence.

Hitler, the evil: end of discussion…

A good orator is one that makes people listen
A good orator is one that makes people listen

An example, I was talking with a friend about Adolf Hitler, how a successful leader he was, within the context of convincing a vast number of people to follow his ideals [however, they were evil, inhuman, stupid, horrendous or whatever] and making things happen [however what they were] and getting away with it–in a way. [Committing to suicide is–in a way–getting away] The friend, who is a strong condemner of the holocaust [as if I am not], says that he was evil and what he did was not successful.

But, that’s not the point, what I am trying to say is… not about how evil he was or whatever judgment that we have about him; it is about him being a person who made people listen to what he said, he made people believe in it or at least obey it. He was a ‘good’ leader, but he used it in a bad way… The friend says that he cannot be a ‘good’ leader, what he did was terrible.

But that’s not the point, what I am trying to say is… he was a man of communication, he was a talented orator. Millions of people gathered in squares to listen to what he said, however, they were intolerable and incomprehensible within humanistic terms. The friend says that he wasn’t a talented speaker because the things he said were stupid and didn’t make any sense at all as well as rhetorically being very very very poor.

But that’s not the point, what I am trying to say is… And finally, I say, “never mind, I see your point, he was a terrible person, and I cannot tell anything about him which you can be able to understand as long as they do not condemn.”

But still, that’s not the point… and I am not trying to say anything anymore…

That’s how human mind works, we cannot see beyond a point, we are so scared to see anything beyond that point. Therefore, people still can get away with doing things that are extremely inhuman, horrendous, violent and hateful. Just because we do not want to see beyond the point where things turn out to be evil. [Another question is: evil for who?]

This takes us to what’s happening nowadays in Gaza; I will tell what is not wanted to be heard about it later.

Evil for who?

The one who cries most?

But that’s not the point, what I am trying to say is…

Happy New Year – Gregroy

New Year Greetings From Troops in Iraq

Times Square is a neighborhood that I generally avoid to go to–more than depths of ghettos. Whenever one goes there, it’s full of people, most of them tourists, wandering around aimlessly dazed with huge screens above their heads on the buildings, neon signs,  caricaturists and fake brand purse sellers. They are from all around the world with different backgrounds, different understanding of walking, pedestrians, curbs and bumping into people. Therefore, one needs to acknowledge the fact that if he goes to Times Square, he will be bumped into, step on his foot and pushed at zebra crossing. That’s the demographical attitude on this very land.

The other thing, if you go to Times Square, you are quite likely to watch whatever they are screening on those screens, either out of curiosity or of languor. That’s what I did, I looked at them out of boredom, out of inability to rid away from the aimless wandering pack of tourists. You know, tourists are a kind of their own, they are mostly the same in their behavior patterns: camera in hand, no recognition of movement except for his flock, and their backgrounds that would fit to a nice photograph. Stand there, a little right. Two steps back; oh sorry… excuse me… okay, smile. Sorry, sorry! Oh, look there is…

Well, among all these things going around him–a civis peregrinus–through a whining breath one raises his head to see what’s going on in the screens so that would be a getaway from aforementioned species. There you see, the screen that broadcasts the greetings from troops in Iraq, who are wishing a merry christmas, happy hannukah and a great new year; Joe-the plumber from Queens, Jack Jones from Bronx, Gregory McGlynn from Harlem and many others. I am not writing this to point that Gregory’s name was misspelled at the subtitles that wrote what one assumes to recite the things that his mouth is supposedly saying. As you can imagine we only see the screens, not hear them; even if they had sound, one could not hear it, only the loud Times Square atmosphere.

This screen was giving good news about their sons, brothers, friends or fellow allies, who are fighting there in the middle of desert in order for these tourists to be able to roam at this paradise of the free world, pose for cameras and consume happily ever after.

It was so sarcastic to look at those soldiers thousands of miles from where we stood waving their hands idiotically, moving their mouths saying something that doesn’t really overlap with what the subtitles say and people walking on the curbs not paying attention to them, but to the McDonald’s a few paces away or posing with the cool looking cop at the street junction. It was also funny that Gregory’s name was misspelled as Gregroy in the subtitles. Finally, it was ironic that I was the only one who saw this christmas scene as something not peaceful and merry, but literally disturbing. And mister, don’t step on my foot please!