The Perfect Humanoid Symbol, 20

As a consequence of such a massive and oppressing siege, combined with our humanoid faults, our culture, our inner world, the basic scene we take for granted as normal and thus as a starting point for our points of view, are infiltrated, conquered, colonised and contaminated by the apologia of smoking and its addiction and of anything associated with it in every field, aesthetics and philosophy to begin with. Ever paid attention to what degree cultures are composed of merely assembled items? We usually expect some kind of logic connecting things, some may even appreciate it when particularly sophisticated, but our humanoid, associative side will accept as a perfectly valid logic the fact that things are just forced together no matter what, and that’s it. Some like to indulge in discoursing about the daring combinations of tastes, some gobble down anything as just the way it is. All of our whats, hows and whys are at risk; after all, commanding such a large part of the everyday life of the smoker and his or her victims, smoking does have all the time to do it and all the chances to succeed. Sooner or later, the amount of time, energy, attention – both aware and unaware –, of life absorbed by poison consumption has a vast fallout with many facets, on the life of the addicted and of the lives of others. Just like spittoons were elevated from foul garbage cans for rotten spittle to precious, meaningful and cherished objects, sooner or later anything connected to smoking undergoes the same “elevation” – and all this always out of that same simple humanoid cycle of bowing to what conned and overwhelmed us into effect – aside from the suppressive interested bad faith of addiction traders profiting from our degradation –. All our ideas of concentration, speculation, study, work, toil, pause, rest, relax, reward, distraction, relationship, discomfort, comfort, support, elation, emotion, serenity, appeasement – of any state in life, you name it – have been infiltrated and contaminated by associating them with consumption of this degrading filthy poison as the norm, or as the “cool” thing to go about it. This is stabbing not only in the back, not only where it hurts more, but stabbing almost everywhere.