You have spoken to my bones. I have carried this wisdom and knowledge with in me not knowing how to express it and when I did offer glimpses of myself I was ridiculed ignored and made small. The pieces of my mosaic are making sense. Thank you. I don’t know who you are or how you do what you do, but I embrace the mystery .
I really enjoyed what you had to say about the divine masculine and divine feminine. “Neither is above the other - both are partners… Each requires the other, and each completes the other, and the whole is built out of their partnership.”
This seems important in the building of what comes next. We have grown too far apart from one another. It’s time to explore discover what true partnership can look like. (I believe our best future depends on it.)
Yes, I believe so too. Understanding these two parts of ourselves, that we each hold these divine energies within us and must learn to hold them in balance, and then embody them in our world, our systems, our relationships…it is everything. Our modern world seems to honor one or the other, or neither, but the way forward is to become a healed whole. This is our work now, and as we move forward!
Yes!! I see more people understanding this in subtle ways. Thank you for the incredible work you do. Every Sunday I look forward to reading your pieces. 💜
TY for naming, for making sense of the parts we all play. These weeks have been so debilitating ... and now you're helping us see... the "shattering of the binary mind"!! And this OPENS POSSIBILITY! Fresh Air! Space! Breath. ✨️🌟🌬💖
Love you so much. Thank you. Thank you for so clearly lighting the path forward with an understanding of where we have been, collectively, and what is ours to hold and do individually.. and doing so with such love. Sending you love.
Thank you, Wizard - very beautiful and very powerful analysis and insights.
And - the comment above by Samuel has excellent points as well. I agree with Samuel about “victim culture” - in particular as it is demonstrated by women who identify more as “victims” than as whole human beings with agency. On Substack this dynamic is evident in women’s comments attacking other women who do not choose to blame all men for the world’s problems. Women holding other women accountable - rather than sympathizing with everything another woman says - is a major source of conflict among women. The “victim mentality” screams louder and uses epithets to attack - making it impossible to engage in an actual conversation or “reason together”. This entire arena of women is fraught. We desperately need a way forward which women must figure out together.
And here is a beautiful article by Elayne Kalila on the issue of gender healing -
Thank you Julianne, I'm so glad the piece landed. You've named something all too real - the louder voice that uses epithets instead of engagement, that makes "reasoning together" impossible by attacking rather than meeting. But what’s interesting is that the voice that says “agree with me or I'll name you an enemy,” isn’t really the feminine wound. That's the fist - the wielder, the closed hand that dominates and silences. What you're seeing in those threads isn't one wound, it's both running together: feeling weaponised (the flood) in order to dominate and shut down (the fist). It's the same pairing we see in Trump - the wielder and the flooder in one body. The body just happens, in those particular threads, to be a woman's. It would be the identical wound in a man's.
The moment we file this as just a women's dynamic - something women must figure out among themselves - we've quietly rebuilt the very thing the piece is about: a wound assigned to a gender, and a gender handed sole custody of the cleanup. That's the binary mind sorting again. It feels like clear sight, but it's the old operating system. The flooding-and-fisting wound runs through white Christians pleading persecution from positions of power, through strongmen who pirouette to victimhood the instant they're challenged, through comment sections of every gender and every politics. It isn't a women's arena. It's a human one, and that's actually the good news, because a wound that belongs to everyone is one we can all put our hands to. A wound assigned to one group is one that group can never set down.
Finding ways to hold each other accountable and still reason together isn't something women have to solve for women. It's the healed container itself: the structure steady enough to hold disagreement without anyone reaching for the fist. That's the circle replacing the pyramid. And it gets built by every one of us, in every room, the moment we choose engagement over the epithet. None of this is the problem of one gender to solve alone. We all carry the wound, and we must all resolve to let it rise for healing. Together! Onwards!
I think you've missed a lot about the wounded feminine. It's not just trading agency for security, oh no. "Believe the woman" got a lot of black men lynched because white women wanted attention, they wanted to be the victim, they wanted power. When Trump attacks someone viciously and almost instantaneously pirouettes to victim of the 'nasty person' who's responded to his attacks, that's the wounded feminine. 'Feminine wiles' - manipulation - is the negative feminine. And, perhaps most ubiquitous of all right now - identity politics and 'victim culture' is the negative feminine out of control. When a group of black students performatively 'gets the vapors' when their white professor teaches them the word 'nei ga' in Chinese class, because it sorta kinda sounds like the 'n-word', that is the negative feminine - proactive claims of fragility and victimhood - and it's toxic: they totally messed up this professor's career for a sounds-similar word from a non-Indo-European language! Even previous black students of his called BS on this. The performative victimhood is all over - from Trump to white Christians pleading persecution, to trans women objecting when they cannot compete against biological women in sports, to women freaking over 'the predatory male gaze'. Every time you see someone instantly transform from aggressor into mewling victim, this is the negative feminine. The cruel passive aggression of hundreds of women-owned companies ridiculing male pain with "Male Tears" mugs, all the while professing to be representatives of the gender that embodies empathy - this is the wounded feminine. It is so much more than the tiny bit you spoke of and it is, actually, just as out of control as the negative masculine. They both seem at the peak (Christ, I hope it's the fucking peak) of their influence, and I can only pray that they both wane, and that the culture stops buying either of them as a fix for anything. And, of course, as you say - men and women embody both, as well as their divine counterparts. But part of the problem is that the culture SUPPORTS these negative archetypes - and it's not just right wing culture, as the 'progressive, tolerant, empathetic' feminist movement shows with those Male Tears (sometimes White Male Tears) mugs. I'm telling you, Jung is spinning like a turbine with the shadow shit going on...
Thank you for handing us the half of the wound I left in shadow. I gave the wounded masculine an active signature - the fist that grips, dominates, crushes - but I only gave the wounded feminine a passive one: the host who shrinks and surrenders and goes quiet. I said the healed feminine "fills without flooding" which implies the wounded feminine also overflows the container, engulfs it, weaponises feeling itself, but I didn’t flesh out the concept, so thank-you for doing so.
The instant pirouette from aggressor to wounded party, manipulation worn as tenderness, performative fragility - that’s all just as active, as dominating, as hungry for power as the closed fist. It just dominates by feeling rather than by force. The closed fist and the drowning embrace are the same grip in different costumes. And none of this is to say that the underlying wounding is fake or false - the flood is what happens when something real gets aimed and when genuine pain is converted into leverage.
It’s so easy to flatten all this out into “men embody wounded masculine, and women embody wounded feminine” and I really try to avoid that because the wound has no gender. What looks like a correlation is just culture handing each gender a default costume, but the truth is the wound in all its forms shows up in every body. Trump himself is both wounded masculine and wounded feminine - he wields and floods, in the same hour, in one body. He threatens, dominates, closes the fist, and then, the instant anyone strikes back, becomes the mewling victim of the "nasty" person who dared respond. He is the single best evidence that these wounds are not assigned by gender. The reflex to collapse "wounded feminine" into "women" is itself the wound the year is working on. It's the binary mind - the either/or, the us-and-them - doing the only thing it knows how to do: sort. "This wound is theirs, that one is ours." That sorting is the pyramid's operating system. Uranus in Gemini is in the business of shattering exactly that. So the urge to gender the wound isn't a flaw in the frame - it's the old mind trying to re-file something that was always meant to be held whole.
You and I are praying for the same thing - that both peak, and both wane, and the culture stops buying either as a fix. The part that gives me hope is that a wound this visible is a wound that's surfaced to be healed. We can't compost what we can't see. You've helped the whole of it become a little more visible, and I'm grateful.
Jung's turbine can rest a moment. The shadow isn't winning - it's being seen. That's the beginning of the end of it. Onwards!
I completely agree with you about how culture hands us the costume. And as I said, in my comments, I completely agree that men don't have a monopoly on the divine and negative masculine and women on the divine and negative feminine.
I do think there are tendencies for men to embody the negative and divine masculine and women to embody the negative and divine feminine, but there are plenty of empathetic men, and manipulative men, and plenty of violent women, and proactively protective women.
I am not as sanguine as you are about the shadow. I do not see the left, progressive side, looking at its shadow anymore than the right.
I recently did an essay on it, which I hope to be the first in a series. And it's a limited one as it really focuses on only two use cases, one being feminism, and how it deals with men and male pain, and the other with how progressivism, once so concerned about pronouns and violence as expressed in language alone, ended up producing baying slavering mobs, chasing Jewish kids down hallways in colleges and universities, threatening them with murder.
I think that even though I am of the basically left liberal tribe, I focus more on its shadow, like the good Scorpio I am, because I don't see my tribe, examining it and I think it's the harder part to look inward at your own tribes shortcomings instead of ever outward. And in my tribe, I see a kind of self-satisfied entitlement, a virtue-signaled superiority that elides its shadow completely. Everyone's shit stinks...
So I hope you check out the essay. I'd love to know what you think. And keep up the good work
As a man, I’d like to suggest that’s not true across the board. Some men suck. Some women suck. The wound - in whatever body it manifests - can be deeply unpleasant.
Tu continues à contempler les dorures du salon de réception en croyant y voir l’histoire s’écrire, alors que tu n'assistes qu'à une réunion de chantier. Regardons ensemble l’envers du décor, là où le Spectacle s'efface devant la froide mécanique du système.
Tu t'extasies devant le siège surélevé de Xi Jinping et les épaules rentrées de Trump. Tu penses sincèrement que la technostructure occidentale a « perdu » par bêtise ou par faiblesse ? C'est d'une naïveté sans nom. Ce théâtre est un chef-d'œuvre d'ingénierie sociale. Ce trône et ces courbettes médiatiques sont le salaire psychologique indispensable que l'on offre au peuple chinois. Pour que l’ouvrier asiatique accepte d'épuiser son énergie vitale dans les usines pour alimenter le marché mondial, il a besoin d'un mythe. Il a besoin de croire que « les efforts payent » et que son bloc est en train de « gagner ». Trump feint l’affaissement parce que c'est le prix à payer pour garder un outil de production docile. C'est un bonus de motivation accordé à la filiale Asie. Le propriétaire du navire laisse volontiers les clés et la casquette de capitaine au contremaître, surtout quand la tempête approche.
Car voilà la réalité thermodynamique : gérer l'ordre mondial de manière publique et visible est devenu un gouffre financier et militaire insoutenable. L'impérialisme à l'ancienne ne rapporte plus, il épuise. En simulant le déclin et en adoptant un isolationnisme de façade, l'Amérique réalise le braquage parfait : elle se retire du centre de la cible, s’allège de ses dettes qu'elle ne paiera jamais, et sous-traite la maintenance du chaos à Pékin. La Chine croit étendre un empire, mais elle est juste en train de signer le contrat d'entretien des zones les plus instables du globe, à commencer par l'Afrique. Elle va s'y épuiser à jouer les gendarmes et les banquiers là où l'Occident a sagement décidé d'arrêter de saigner.
Et la visite de Poutine dans la foulée ? C'est le dernier tampon sur le contrat chinois. Ce n'est pas le signal d'un bloc eurasien triomphant, c'est le verrouillage définitif de la cage. Poutine apporte à la Chine ce qui achève de la sceller dans sa fonction de soute de la mondialisation : des matières premières à bas coût pour nourrir la machine, tout en l'enfermant dans un face-à-face exclusif et autarcique qui l'isole du reste du monde. La Russie est venue acter la livraison du carburant pour l'usine, rien de plus.
Croire au grand divorce technologique, croire que Huawei ne vend plus rien aux Américains ou que l'Occident s'est fait dépouiller par surprise, c'est le niveau zéro de l'analyse. La technostructure globale n’a pas de patrie. Elle utilise ton chauvinisme et tes origines comme des variables d'ajustement pour te faire accepter ton propre matricule. Aujourd'hui, la machine optimise sa production à l'Est ; dans trente ans maximum, quand la Chine sera démographiquement et énergétiquement exsangue, le carnet de chèques se déplacera et la Chine sera remplacée par l'Inde.
Tu penses fièrement célébrer l'avènement des nouveaux maîtres du monde, mais tu applaudis simplement les ingénieurs qui viennent de repeindre les murs de ta cellule. Arrête de regarder la couleur des pièces, et regarde enfin qui possède l'échiquier.
Tu t'extasies sur les cadres de cette élite asiatique qui montent dans l'organigramme ? Ouvre les yeux. Dans la structure du PCC, un homme n'est qu'une dent de crocodile. Elle a l'air acérée, elle fait peur, elle participe à la morsure du système, mais elle est profondément creuse. Et surtout, elle est interchangeable. Dès qu'elle se brise ou s'épuise à force de broyer pour le marché global, la structure fait pousser la suivante qui attendait juste en dessous dans la mâchoire de la machine. Le crocodile ne s'intéresse pas à l'identité de ses dents, il veut juste que la viande soit mâchée. Ton élite n'est pas le maître du jeu, elle est le consommable jetable d'un monstre qui la broiera dès qu'elle cessera d'être productive.
You have spoken to my bones. I have carried this wisdom and knowledge with in me not knowing how to express it and when I did offer glimpses of myself I was ridiculed ignored and made small. The pieces of my mosaic are making sense. Thank you. I don’t know who you are or how you do what you do, but I embrace the mystery .
I really enjoyed what you had to say about the divine masculine and divine feminine. “Neither is above the other - both are partners… Each requires the other, and each completes the other, and the whole is built out of their partnership.”
This seems important in the building of what comes next. We have grown too far apart from one another. It’s time to explore discover what true partnership can look like. (I believe our best future depends on it.)
Yes, I believe so too. Understanding these two parts of ourselves, that we each hold these divine energies within us and must learn to hold them in balance, and then embody them in our world, our systems, our relationships…it is everything. Our modern world seems to honor one or the other, or neither, but the way forward is to become a healed whole. This is our work now, and as we move forward!
Yes!! I see more people understanding this in subtle ways. Thank you for the incredible work you do. Every Sunday I look forward to reading your pieces. 💜
Fascinating - opened my eyes to see a layer beyond what I have ever seen before. Amazing insight, thank you as always Wiz. 💖💝💖
TY for naming, for making sense of the parts we all play. These weeks have been so debilitating ... and now you're helping us see... the "shattering of the binary mind"!! And this OPENS POSSIBILITY! Fresh Air! Space! Breath. ✨️🌟🌬💖
I am getting it now Wiz...truth is that it gets scary out here 😕 I am always grateful for your presence. Xo cg
Love you so much. Thank you. Thank you for so clearly lighting the path forward with an understanding of where we have been, collectively, and what is ours to hold and do individually.. and doing so with such love. Sending you love.
Powerful! Much to let in. We will never see & hear legacy news the same...
Thank you, Wizard - very beautiful and very powerful analysis and insights.
And - the comment above by Samuel has excellent points as well. I agree with Samuel about “victim culture” - in particular as it is demonstrated by women who identify more as “victims” than as whole human beings with agency. On Substack this dynamic is evident in women’s comments attacking other women who do not choose to blame all men for the world’s problems. Women holding other women accountable - rather than sympathizing with everything another woman says - is a major source of conflict among women. The “victim mentality” screams louder and uses epithets to attack - making it impossible to engage in an actual conversation or “reason together”. This entire arena of women is fraught. We desperately need a way forward which women must figure out together.
And here is a beautiful article by Elayne Kalila on the issue of gender healing -
https://elaynekalila.substack.com/p/the-lost-boys?r=zkox7&utm_medium=ios
Thank you Julianne, I'm so glad the piece landed. You've named something all too real - the louder voice that uses epithets instead of engagement, that makes "reasoning together" impossible by attacking rather than meeting. But what’s interesting is that the voice that says “agree with me or I'll name you an enemy,” isn’t really the feminine wound. That's the fist - the wielder, the closed hand that dominates and silences. What you're seeing in those threads isn't one wound, it's both running together: feeling weaponised (the flood) in order to dominate and shut down (the fist). It's the same pairing we see in Trump - the wielder and the flooder in one body. The body just happens, in those particular threads, to be a woman's. It would be the identical wound in a man's.
The moment we file this as just a women's dynamic - something women must figure out among themselves - we've quietly rebuilt the very thing the piece is about: a wound assigned to a gender, and a gender handed sole custody of the cleanup. That's the binary mind sorting again. It feels like clear sight, but it's the old operating system. The flooding-and-fisting wound runs through white Christians pleading persecution from positions of power, through strongmen who pirouette to victimhood the instant they're challenged, through comment sections of every gender and every politics. It isn't a women's arena. It's a human one, and that's actually the good news, because a wound that belongs to everyone is one we can all put our hands to. A wound assigned to one group is one that group can never set down.
Finding ways to hold each other accountable and still reason together isn't something women have to solve for women. It's the healed container itself: the structure steady enough to hold disagreement without anyone reaching for the fist. That's the circle replacing the pyramid. And it gets built by every one of us, in every room, the moment we choose engagement over the epithet. None of this is the problem of one gender to solve alone. We all carry the wound, and we must all resolve to let it rise for healing. Together! Onwards!
I think you've missed a lot about the wounded feminine. It's not just trading agency for security, oh no. "Believe the woman" got a lot of black men lynched because white women wanted attention, they wanted to be the victim, they wanted power. When Trump attacks someone viciously and almost instantaneously pirouettes to victim of the 'nasty person' who's responded to his attacks, that's the wounded feminine. 'Feminine wiles' - manipulation - is the negative feminine. And, perhaps most ubiquitous of all right now - identity politics and 'victim culture' is the negative feminine out of control. When a group of black students performatively 'gets the vapors' when their white professor teaches them the word 'nei ga' in Chinese class, because it sorta kinda sounds like the 'n-word', that is the negative feminine - proactive claims of fragility and victimhood - and it's toxic: they totally messed up this professor's career for a sounds-similar word from a non-Indo-European language! Even previous black students of his called BS on this. The performative victimhood is all over - from Trump to white Christians pleading persecution, to trans women objecting when they cannot compete against biological women in sports, to women freaking over 'the predatory male gaze'. Every time you see someone instantly transform from aggressor into mewling victim, this is the negative feminine. The cruel passive aggression of hundreds of women-owned companies ridiculing male pain with "Male Tears" mugs, all the while professing to be representatives of the gender that embodies empathy - this is the wounded feminine. It is so much more than the tiny bit you spoke of and it is, actually, just as out of control as the negative masculine. They both seem at the peak (Christ, I hope it's the fucking peak) of their influence, and I can only pray that they both wane, and that the culture stops buying either of them as a fix for anything. And, of course, as you say - men and women embody both, as well as their divine counterparts. But part of the problem is that the culture SUPPORTS these negative archetypes - and it's not just right wing culture, as the 'progressive, tolerant, empathetic' feminist movement shows with those Male Tears (sometimes White Male Tears) mugs. I'm telling you, Jung is spinning like a turbine with the shadow shit going on...
Thank you for handing us the half of the wound I left in shadow. I gave the wounded masculine an active signature - the fist that grips, dominates, crushes - but I only gave the wounded feminine a passive one: the host who shrinks and surrenders and goes quiet. I said the healed feminine "fills without flooding" which implies the wounded feminine also overflows the container, engulfs it, weaponises feeling itself, but I didn’t flesh out the concept, so thank-you for doing so.
The instant pirouette from aggressor to wounded party, manipulation worn as tenderness, performative fragility - that’s all just as active, as dominating, as hungry for power as the closed fist. It just dominates by feeling rather than by force. The closed fist and the drowning embrace are the same grip in different costumes. And none of this is to say that the underlying wounding is fake or false - the flood is what happens when something real gets aimed and when genuine pain is converted into leverage.
It’s so easy to flatten all this out into “men embody wounded masculine, and women embody wounded feminine” and I really try to avoid that because the wound has no gender. What looks like a correlation is just culture handing each gender a default costume, but the truth is the wound in all its forms shows up in every body. Trump himself is both wounded masculine and wounded feminine - he wields and floods, in the same hour, in one body. He threatens, dominates, closes the fist, and then, the instant anyone strikes back, becomes the mewling victim of the "nasty" person who dared respond. He is the single best evidence that these wounds are not assigned by gender. The reflex to collapse "wounded feminine" into "women" is itself the wound the year is working on. It's the binary mind - the either/or, the us-and-them - doing the only thing it knows how to do: sort. "This wound is theirs, that one is ours." That sorting is the pyramid's operating system. Uranus in Gemini is in the business of shattering exactly that. So the urge to gender the wound isn't a flaw in the frame - it's the old mind trying to re-file something that was always meant to be held whole.
You and I are praying for the same thing - that both peak, and both wane, and the culture stops buying either as a fix. The part that gives me hope is that a wound this visible is a wound that's surfaced to be healed. We can't compost what we can't see. You've helped the whole of it become a little more visible, and I'm grateful.
Jung's turbine can rest a moment. The shadow isn't winning - it's being seen. That's the beginning of the end of it. Onwards!
I completely agree with you about how culture hands us the costume. And as I said, in my comments, I completely agree that men don't have a monopoly on the divine and negative masculine and women on the divine and negative feminine.
I do think there are tendencies for men to embody the negative and divine masculine and women to embody the negative and divine feminine, but there are plenty of empathetic men, and manipulative men, and plenty of violent women, and proactively protective women.
I am not as sanguine as you are about the shadow. I do not see the left, progressive side, looking at its shadow anymore than the right.
I recently did an essay on it, which I hope to be the first in a series. And it's a limited one as it really focuses on only two use cases, one being feminism, and how it deals with men and male pain, and the other with how progressivism, once so concerned about pronouns and violence as expressed in language alone, ended up producing baying slavering mobs, chasing Jewish kids down hallways in colleges and universities, threatening them with murder.
I think that even though I am of the basically left liberal tribe, I focus more on its shadow, like the good Scorpio I am, because I don't see my tribe, examining it and I think it's the harder part to look inward at your own tribes shortcomings instead of ever outward. And in my tribe, I see a kind of self-satisfied entitlement, a virtue-signaled superiority that elides its shadow completely. Everyone's shit stinks...
So I hope you check out the essay. I'd love to know what you think. And keep up the good work
https://samuelclaiborne294723.substack.com/p/my-tribes-unexamined-shadow-a-teaser?r=1lr0dh&utm_medium=ios
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Men suck
As a man, I’d like to suggest that’s not true across the board. Some men suck. Some women suck. The wound - in whatever body it manifests - can be deeply unpleasant.
Tu continues à contempler les dorures du salon de réception en croyant y voir l’histoire s’écrire, alors que tu n'assistes qu'à une réunion de chantier. Regardons ensemble l’envers du décor, là où le Spectacle s'efface devant la froide mécanique du système.
Tu t'extasies devant le siège surélevé de Xi Jinping et les épaules rentrées de Trump. Tu penses sincèrement que la technostructure occidentale a « perdu » par bêtise ou par faiblesse ? C'est d'une naïveté sans nom. Ce théâtre est un chef-d'œuvre d'ingénierie sociale. Ce trône et ces courbettes médiatiques sont le salaire psychologique indispensable que l'on offre au peuple chinois. Pour que l’ouvrier asiatique accepte d'épuiser son énergie vitale dans les usines pour alimenter le marché mondial, il a besoin d'un mythe. Il a besoin de croire que « les efforts payent » et que son bloc est en train de « gagner ». Trump feint l’affaissement parce que c'est le prix à payer pour garder un outil de production docile. C'est un bonus de motivation accordé à la filiale Asie. Le propriétaire du navire laisse volontiers les clés et la casquette de capitaine au contremaître, surtout quand la tempête approche.
Car voilà la réalité thermodynamique : gérer l'ordre mondial de manière publique et visible est devenu un gouffre financier et militaire insoutenable. L'impérialisme à l'ancienne ne rapporte plus, il épuise. En simulant le déclin et en adoptant un isolationnisme de façade, l'Amérique réalise le braquage parfait : elle se retire du centre de la cible, s’allège de ses dettes qu'elle ne paiera jamais, et sous-traite la maintenance du chaos à Pékin. La Chine croit étendre un empire, mais elle est juste en train de signer le contrat d'entretien des zones les plus instables du globe, à commencer par l'Afrique. Elle va s'y épuiser à jouer les gendarmes et les banquiers là où l'Occident a sagement décidé d'arrêter de saigner.
Et la visite de Poutine dans la foulée ? C'est le dernier tampon sur le contrat chinois. Ce n'est pas le signal d'un bloc eurasien triomphant, c'est le verrouillage définitif de la cage. Poutine apporte à la Chine ce qui achève de la sceller dans sa fonction de soute de la mondialisation : des matières premières à bas coût pour nourrir la machine, tout en l'enfermant dans un face-à-face exclusif et autarcique qui l'isole du reste du monde. La Russie est venue acter la livraison du carburant pour l'usine, rien de plus.
Croire au grand divorce technologique, croire que Huawei ne vend plus rien aux Américains ou que l'Occident s'est fait dépouiller par surprise, c'est le niveau zéro de l'analyse. La technostructure globale n’a pas de patrie. Elle utilise ton chauvinisme et tes origines comme des variables d'ajustement pour te faire accepter ton propre matricule. Aujourd'hui, la machine optimise sa production à l'Est ; dans trente ans maximum, quand la Chine sera démographiquement et énergétiquement exsangue, le carnet de chèques se déplacera et la Chine sera remplacée par l'Inde.
Tu penses fièrement célébrer l'avènement des nouveaux maîtres du monde, mais tu applaudis simplement les ingénieurs qui viennent de repeindre les murs de ta cellule. Arrête de regarder la couleur des pièces, et regarde enfin qui possède l'échiquier.
Tu t'extasies sur les cadres de cette élite asiatique qui montent dans l'organigramme ? Ouvre les yeux. Dans la structure du PCC, un homme n'est qu'une dent de crocodile. Elle a l'air acérée, elle fait peur, elle participe à la morsure du système, mais elle est profondément creuse. Et surtout, elle est interchangeable. Dès qu'elle se brise ou s'épuise à force de broyer pour le marché global, la structure fait pousser la suivante qui attendait juste en dessous dans la mâchoire de la machine. Le crocodile ne s'intéresse pas à l'identité de ses dents, il veut juste que la viande soit mâchée. Ton élite n'est pas le maître du jeu, elle est le consommable jetable d'un monstre qui la broiera dès qu'elle cessera d'être productive.