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We live in an era which, rather than expanding our horizons, seems increasingly intent on narrowing the life of the mind. We have, in effect, returned to a digital telegraph: curt lines flung across glowing screens. ---------- The author is Pablo Mera, - Pablo E.M.G. to the English-speaking world—though a few old friends still call him “Trompo.” He adores Metallica and Oasis, he is still a rugger at heart, blood type A+, and he published over 12,950 posts upon his blog: http://pablomera.blog ...
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How simple it would be, would it not, to remain blissfully unaware of things. To carry on regardless. To flee into the safe havens of traditional escapisms. Yet alas, such a path is not mine to tread. I lack the capacity to turn a blind eye to what unfolds before me. Neither do I claim to possess the ultimate truth in all that I think or say. But I…
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I remember quite vividly attending the premiere of Star Wars: Episode IV – A New Hope back in 1977.It was screened in one of those grand old cinemas, the kind that seated two thousand souls, majestic halls that scarcely exist today. The queue stretched endlessly, with unfortunate stragglers left outside. One had to arrive early, line up with patien…
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We now inhabit a world in which the artificial has quietly supplanted the real. Almost without noticing, we have relinquished the habit of physical presence: of sitting together at a table, of looking one another in the eye, of sustaining a conversation that lasts longer than four fleeting seconds. This is not a lamentation, but merely an observati…
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"Why is the moon so lonely?"... Because she used to have a lover...His name was Kuekuatsheu and they lived in the Spirit World together...And every night, they would wander the skies together, but one of the othe spirits was jealous. Trickster wanted the moon for himself, so he told Kuekuatsheu that the moon has asked for flowers. He told him to co…
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Seventeen years ago, three years after I had ceased to share a roof with her and her siblings, my eldest daughter, Agustina, turned fifteen. I was not there. I was not invited. Just a few days ago, Valentina, my youngest daughter, was married. I was not there either. I was not invited either. Between those two moments—the fifteenth birthday of one,…
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The Return of the Telegraph and the Simplified Society Season 2 · Episode 1 I am Pablo Mera —or Pablo E.M.G. to the English-speaking world— though some friends still affectionately call me Trompo. At heart, I am a rugby man, blood type A+, and a fervent admirer of Metallica and Oasis. My podcasts, as ever, can be found on all major platforms. We li…
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The Architecture of a Happy Destiny Life has led me to believe. Not in rigid dogma or exact formulae, but in the good, the miraculous, the unexpected that plants itself amidst the chaos with the face of possibility. I have learnt that, much like one's country or religion are personal constructs shared amongst those who also choose to believe, so to…
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I'm Pablo E.M.G a.k.a. Pablo Mera and some chums call me "trompo". A bit of an odd duck, I suppose—a stutterer with A+ blood, a rugger man who loves Metallica and Oasis, and not a single one of those things is about to change. The following text is a reflection on the subtle tyranny of our upbringing, a kind of inherited intellectual chloroform. It…
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Today, ego and comparison govern the lives of several generations, on Earth as it is in the Matrix. They are the new invisible forces: a religion with no gods, yet with algorithms. Ego—that digital cocaine we snort with every scroll—has us addicted to vapid validation, to the desperate need to appear beautiful, happy, and successful in the treacher…
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If we dare—even for a moment—to step into the protagonist's shoes, I sometimes find myself convinced that certain cognitive ailments aren't a curse, but a sophisticated prize that evolution, in its obscure wisdom, bestows upon us. A keen memory, once one reaches a certain stage in life, can become a rather elegant trap. For memories never arrive al…
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My name is Pablo Mera I'm a rugby man, blood group A+, a stutterer, and a great admirer of both Metallica and Oasis. None of this is likely to change. In my time, I've had my share of successes, but I have also, I'm afraid, committed nearly every mistake imaginable. This is precisely why I write: so that some small part of what I have learned, thro…
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The Lucid Misfit's Handbook One doesn't partake, you see, in the usual trifles: no smoking, no tippling, no illicit substances. Nor does one seek refuge in the raucous clamour of football, or dissolve into those bellowing throngs, all to paper over some existential void. The latest gadget? Utterly beside the point. Catalogued "experiences"? One fin…
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