Fundamentos del marxismo de extrema derecha:
-No ser trolo
-No fueron 150 millones, ni inocentes ni suficientes
-Deng Xiaoping fue lo mejor que le pasó a la ciencia inmortal del marxismo-leninismo
-Autoritarismo sí o sí
-Bala a los lúmpenes (anti-brown)
-Odio a los porteños caretas (anti-chicagón)
-Correr por derecha al peronismo
-Correr por izquierda a la izquierda
-Correr por derecha a los liberkukardos "respeto tu opinión pero o sea digamos que Javier Milei es K"
-Faltar el respeto
-Volver al punto uno
-Falcon rojo y baúl incómodo para videlitas
-Pol Pot fue un incomprendido
-Poner a Calamaro
-Antinacionalismo
-Antiindigenismo
-Internacionalismo no es cosmopolitismo (👉no ser trolo)
-Iosif Stalin es Dios
-"No haría nada de lo que hizo Enver Hoxha, pero fijate lo que vas a decir de Hoxha porque te puedo romper la cabeza"
-Destruir el mediambiente sí o sí, para desarrollar las fuerzas productivas en esta villa miseria
-Plan debutAR, tinder estatal con guita pública para que los pendejos la pongan e incentivar a que la población argentina crezca y tener mano de obra para el punto anterior
-Antiinmigración
-Cuando te digan que el comunismo es muerte no discutas con argumentos (no seas trolo) solo respondé "sí, y lo malo?"
@tendenciaytuits Lo dijo así nomás porque para un paper o conferencia de prensa tendría que mostrar algo. Igual no sería inmortalidad, sería más clonación. Vos vas a morir y va a quedar un clon digital.
A veces olvido la dimensión de la batalla de Gandalf contra el Balrog.
Los Balrog son criaturas antiquísimas. Son Maiars al servicio de Melkor, el primer mal, seducidos y corrompidos para servirle. Inteligentes, eternos, vagaron por las profundidades de la Tierra Media cuando Melkor esperaba por convertirse en Morgoth. Inspiraban miedo y temor en todo el que oyera su nombre. Escupiendo fuego, blandiendo látigos, esparciendo penumbra, llegaron a enfrentar a Ungoliant, la araña corrompida, por su amo. Eran feroces.
Gandalf cae por un abismo interminable, sólo cruzado por El Puente de Durin, sólo descripto por palabra sy leyendas, porque nadie conocía su final. En realidad no cayó, sino que fue arrastrado por ese mal. La caída se mediria en eternidades, pero quien sabe si esa eternidad fue una realidad o una percepción.
Ese mal lo acompaño en la caída, lo quemó, lo nubló, lo aturdido, lo combatió. Hasta que el frio del fondo de la tierra media los abrazo a los dos. Solo el Balrog, también transformado por esta nueva vieja oscuridad más allá del tiempo y el conocomiento, conocía la salida a ese laberinto. Gandalf, a ese mal que lo había arrastrado a una oscuridad irreconocible, estaba perdido. Necesitaba de ese mal, para encontrarse y escapar.
Lo combatió, lo espero, se escondió, lo siguió, pero siempre tuvo que estar con él, para escapar. Subió las escaleras de Khazad-dûm, la escalera de decenas de miles de escalones, siempre con el mal a su lado, dejando atrás criaturas, tiempos y escuridades que hasta Sauron desconocía.
Gandalf, para vencer el mal que lo arrastro a su desconocido, tuvo que quemarse y transformarse, tuvo que entenderlo para combatirlo, convivirlo para no morir, esquivarlo para seguirlo.
Acompañarlo para vencerlo.
Si Gandalf murió o si se sacrifico, dice poco de su lucha. Su lucha no fue solo contra el mal. Fue contra la claudicación ante ese mal insondable, contra el mal en uno, contra el abandono ante la tiranía del tiempo.
Para librar una batalla, tuvo que dar cientos mas. Todas esas, salvo una, fue contra si mismo. En todas ellas fue derrotado. En todas ellas aprendió.
Gandalf pereceberó en la derrota, hasta vencer.
Un truco de cocina con respaldo real: añadir romero al freír. Sus polifenoles frenan la oxidación del aceite al calentarlo y reducen hasta un 74% los compuestos dañinos. Detalles así, casi gratis, suman más a la salud a largo plazo que media estantería de suplementos.
The last year and a half, but particularly the last six months, were incredible but also very very tough. I went through difficult personal problems and had to expand my tolerance for pain to extremes I didn't know existed. You don't fight pain by toughening up. You fight it by controlling what you let near you. I left alcohol, lowered my consumption of caffeine to bare minimums, deleted my instagram and removed most of the people I didn't care about from my life and I doubled down on living with friends family and partners I love.
My father told me multiple times that I have lived multiple lives in one. It's very likely that he has some responsibility for this because I became obsessed with adventures thanks to Jules Verne when I was a kid. I wanted to explore. I did trips to places and met people that you see only in nightmares. After getting burnt and almost dying multiple times I created @class_lambda and now @ergodicgroup. Those multiple near deaths weren't just pain: every adversity carried the seed of something greater. Each one was teaching me the same thing: turn this into something that outlasts you, or it was just damage. I'm trying to do the same right now with what happened to me the last few weeks.
I remember like if it was yesterday the day I got lucky and saved my ass. I remember having lunch in Madrid with my uncle, who was equal parts admired and horrified by how far I'd taken things, and telling him: "I'm gonna change my life and build a small empire of companies". That sentence, spoken across a table to someone who actually saw me, is the hinge my entire life now swings on. If I'm not mistaken I was around 25 years old that day. I had to transform my adventures into companies and a family of people that wanted to live building things for society rather than just pushing myself to my physical and psychological limit to prove myself. I learned something building that family: when aligned minds work together toward the same thing, they produce a third thing that none of them could have reached alone.
This is also when I became more capitalistic. Capitalism enables adventure seekers like myself to build value for others. Some of us get pleasure only by building and experiencing things, expanding from our comfort zone every day, getting punched every day by reality. Capitalism gives a path for these people to express themselves like artists, building companies freely, while everyone else wins in exchange great products and experiences built by the crazy ones. The day I decided to create Lambda and then Ergodic is the day I realized I could turn my tendency to look for new experiences into value for society. It's the day I realized I'm a builder.
For years I thought building was enough. That if you constructed something real, companies, systems, value, the rest would follow. It doesn't. Every book I read, every mentor I had, taught me to be disciplined, to have a clear goal, to build relentlessly. I was a lone warrior with friends, a sword and a purpose. Nobody taught me that the purpose itself was wrong. You can build everything you said you would and still realize you optimized for the wrong variable. Yesterday somebody showed me something about themselves that deeply broke my heart and opened it at the same time. That's why I write this.
Today is another special day. It's the day I fully understood that life is not only about building but about loving. I always loved friends, partners, family but I didn't fully understand how important unconditional love is. Love is not the reward you get after you build enough. It's the purpose itself. It's the only thing that can make people heal their problems, their traumas, their addictions, their sadness. Loving everyone, including your adversaries, is the most therapeutic thing you can do. Some people believe that just believing in things is enough and they will manifest it. Others, and I think I was one of them, are too rational and believe everything is fixed with routines and discipline. What I learned is that you need both. You need a stupid belief in yourself and the people around you, and you also need the routines and work to transform those beliefs into reality.
Discipline without love optimizes for the wrong variable. That is the correction I'm making. I'm going to love unconditionally everyone around me and double down on my almost militaristic routines, exercise while also stopping every once in a while to analyze myself and my life.
Why do I write this here? Writing is therapeutic for me. It's a way of processing feelings and growing. Why make it public? Because maybe it's useful for somebody. And because it exposes me. That exposure makes me feel I can't lie to myself.
Don't stop creating. Don't stop building. And love everyone. That's what makes us human.
To the person that taught me this: thank you. You showed me something about love that I couldn't have learned any other way. Now stop running from the things that hurt. I hope you double down on the path you took. Don't just patch the problem, fix it and grow. You can't escape from yourself. Love yourself, heal, and trust that you are worth the work. I do.