Instructions

Paradox, nonsense, chaos.

The world no longer has any clear shape. Any stability. Any tangible guidelines for the future.

Man is left to himself. He finds himself in a jungle of voices. The voices are each screaming their own truth and demand from a man to make up his mind, at any given moment. For that one any only right. What is “right” changes faster than the Moon changes its phases. There is no space for calm reflection, no will for dialogue. Doubt is not welcome, mistakes are not tolerated. Each particular truth claims to be absolute. And each enforces its own set of instructions to follow.

Who owns the right to give instructions and who has the duty to follow them? And what is a man supposed to do, who has been brought up to believe that he has a right to seek his own unique voice, or moreover, that uniqueness is a prerequisite for a successful and satisfying life?

Let’s take anger to therapy. Let’s take the revolution to therapy.

Let’s find out who is crazy – us or the world around us.

Ana Duša

When angry, count four. When very angry, swear.

Mark Twain