Nørrebro, Copenhagen in July 2012 and St.Pauli, Hamburg in May 2010
The Manifest of the Electrical I
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The Electric I differs from others ones by its structural yield. It is in no way a loser compared to the Freudian Superego. In the course of the text highlighted as Sur-Moi.-
The yield derives from its electrical power, a superior force like no other. Superior while coming out of nowhere and at the same time in contrast to nothing. The absolute electrical energy escapes the absolute stupidity. Clearly, obviously, and absolutely postulateable: The Electrical I needs to its being no windows. But the Sur-Moi, in its miserable omniscience squeals for it. It has never learned to take effect. Very clear case of absolute stupidity.
It gets up every morning and squeals. The Electrical I in contrast, has stopped staying in bed or getting up. Completely by the sentence: Window, Window I don’t need it.
The fatigue and the alertness are completely subordinate to its will.
It can not be rushed by the timeist omnipotence.
Shall the Sur-Moi squeal to death. The Electrical I really doesn’t care.
Also other things doesn’t matter to it. Only the continuation of the electric will is of superior importance.
Not like the laging behind Moi the Sure, the king. Just the poor dialectic of nonsuperiority.
We don’t let ourselves be nonsuperiorlized any more in this sense: death to the ageism and we celebrate birthday when we want and being as old as we want:But also not in the form of a blockade. At the end the essence appears clearly, precisely and bright. Bright on the earth and not squealing in the heaven. Here and everywhere.
The electrical I doesn’t demand, its wisdom is just bright.
Never too early and never too late!
Basically it is not acceptable to speak about the electrical I. Because there aren’t one or two electrical Is but n electrical Is. Endlessly many electrical Is. The formula symbol of the electrical I is n*Π . And every electrical I differs from other electrical Is. Because the unity of I is contrary to it. I who is I, who will always be I. I and I are always consistent. I and my bad conscience that isn’t me. Become logical contradiction of the unity.
Eternal repetition of the squealing and of the logical contradiction. And be surprised that one is squealing on and on and always try to be united with oneself. And be surprised that one doesn’t become a unit.
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