Ariadne
Of course.
Monstradamus
I have three. Firstly, I really would like to know how everything else can be manufactured out of nothing. And secondly, how the helmet of horror can be located inside one of its own parts, and does that mean that inside one helmet there is a second one, and inside the second a third one, and so on to infinity in both directions? And the final question is – exactly how does the separator labyrinth work?
Ariadne
All right, I’ll ask.
Nutscracker
And at the same time ask them to say something about the occipital braid. So far we don’t know a single thing about it.
Organizm(-:
I have a question – why is the helmet of horror called that?
Ariadne
All right. I’ll be going then.
Monstradamus
Just like that?
Ariadne
I’ll forget the questions later.
Nutscracker
Go on then. And we’ll carry on here. What was that you said about your labyrinth. Monster?
Monstradamus
When was that?
Nutscracker
When Ugly was telling us about the cathedral. They showed her something like a target and said it was the most mystical labyrinth there could possibly be. And you claimed the most mystical one was yours. I’m curious about what it is.
Monstradamus
I think I really ought to take those words back. The most mystical one is probably Sartrik’s. Sartrik, are you there?
Nutscracker
He must be busy with his booze now.
Monstradamus
Then tell me about your labyrinth. Or Organism can tell us about his.
Organizm(-:
I haven’t got anything interesting. Just a screen-saver.
Monstradamus
What?
Organizm(-:
In Windows there’s a screen-saver called ‘maze’. And I’ve got a model of it here. Built out of planks instead of pixels. It’s the only time I can ever recall software being turned into hardware.
Monstradamus
Did anyone understand that?
Nutscracker
I know what he’s talking about. It’s a kind of program.
Monstradamus
And it switches off the screen?
Nutscracker
Just the opposite, it switches it on to full power.
Monstradamus
Then why’s it called a screen-saviour? What kind of salvation is that?
Nutscracker
Ugly can ask her canons about that. They know all about saviours and salvation.
UGLI 666
If that is a blasphemous insult to the Saviour, He’ll forgive you for it, you sinful simpleton. But I advise you to leave the Holy Spirit alone.
Nutscracker
Ah, you’re back. Am I correct in suspecting your saviour also doubles up as the creator?
UGLI 666
That’s right.
Nutscracker
Do you know who he reminds me of? A spiteful little sorcerer who gets the urge to torture a kitten. So he goes down into a deep, dark cellar, moulds a kitten out of clay, brings it to life and then – whack! – he smashes its head against the corner of the wall. And he does that every weekend, a hundred times or more. And to make sure no miaowing is ever heard from the cellar, our sorcerer teaches the kittens to think stoically – I came from the dust and to the dust I return. And he forces them to pray to him for the few seconds of their existence.
Monstradamus
God only knows what goes on inside that head of yours, Nutcracker.
UGLI 666
Not God, the devil. That’s already a blasphemy against the Holy Ghost, take care Nutcracker. The Lord does not force us to pray to him. We choose our own path, because he created us with free will.
Nutscracker
Don’t make me laugh, Ugly. Free will. Life’s like falling off a roof. Can you stop on the way? No. Can you turn back? No. Can you fly off sideways? Only in an advertisement for underpants specially made for jumping off roofs. All free will means is you can choose whether to fart in mid-flight or wait till you hit the ground. And that’s what all the philosophers argue about.
UGLI 666
Nutcracker, you’re always trying to turn any conversation into a farting match. I must say sometimes you manage it.
Monstradamus
Stop it will you, you’re like little children. Let’s just drop it. Why don’t you tell us about this screen-saver, Organism?
Organizm(-:
It’s a standard program. If you don’t touch the keyboard for a few minutes, a labyrinth with red-brick walls appears on the screen, with a camera moving through it. It has all sorts of bells and whistles, like stones that turn everything upside down when you bump into them. The ceiling becomes the floor, the floor becomes the ceiling, and the camera starts turning in the opposite direction at the forks in the path. There’s a big rat in the labyrinth too. I’ve actually got two screen-savers like that. The first one appears on the screen when I forget about you lot for a long time. And the second is right outside my door, constructed fairly accurately out of plywood and planks. It even has a rat in it – a kind of little mat with a plush face and paws sewn on to it. Sometimes the rat is lying in the passage. Sometimes it’s glued to the ceiling. There are tumble-stones too, blocks of grey plastic. Only they don’t turn anything upside down. If you touch one of them, the maze freezes.
Nutscracker
What do you mean, it freezes?
Organizm(-:
That’s what I call it, like a computer program. What happens is, the light goes out and a panel lights up above the tumble-stone: ‘This program has performed an illegal operation and will be shut down. If the problem persists, contact the program vendor.’
Nutscracker
Then what happens?
Organizm(-:
I have to go home in the dark. And that’s a bit of a drag, because the voices start to get on my nerves.
Nutscracker
What voices?
Organizm(-:
All kinds. Quiet and loud. Women, men, even children. Sometimes far away. Sometimes close up.
Nutscracker
So what do these voices say?
Organizm(-:
Always the same thing: ‘I am the vendor, I am the vendor. What will you do? What can you do?’
Nutscracker
Yes, you’ve been screwed all right. And doesn’t Bull Gates ever get in touch?
Organizm(-:
No, he doesn’t.
Nutscracker
Maybe he does, but you just don’t understand. Maybe the Minotaur’s actually the dead rat on the ceiling.
Organizm(-:
Maybe. Anyway, if you don’t touch these stones, and avoid doing a couple of other things, you can walk right round the labyrinth without any bother. And then you realise fairly quickly it’s not a real labyrinth at all, just a big concrete cellar with plywood partitions.
Nutscracker
Have you tried breaking down the partitions?
Organizm(-:
If you shift them even slightly, the whole thing freezes instantly. Then you have to find your way out in the dark and listen to those voices. It’s better not to touch anything.
Nutscracker
Have you reached the centre then?
Organizm(-:
Yes, I have.
Nutscracker
And what’s in it?
Organizm(-:
A little room with the words ‘Open GL’ on the wall. The real screen-saver has the same words, but they hang in the air there, and here they’re daubed on the plywood in gloss paint. What does that mean, anyway?
Nutscracker
Do you know, Monster?
Monstradamus
Open General License. Or maybe Open Great Labyrinth.
Nutscracker
So there’s nothing but those words in the central room, Organism, is that right?
Organizm(-:
There’s a chair as well, with a mirror in front of it.
Nutscracker
I can guess. Tarkovsky’s Mirror.
Organizm(-:
I sat there for ages and ages. I had the feeling I was about to understand the most important thing of all at any moment. But I didn’t understand a thing.
Monstradamus
That’s always the way.
Organizm(-:
What do you mean? Always the way when you sit looking into a mirror for a long time?
Monstradamus
Always the way when you feel you’re just about to understand something important. It’s like the whistle of a bullet or the roar of an aeroplane. If you can hear them, it means they’re already zooming past you.
Nutscracker
Organism, why are you so sure the centre of the labyrinth is where the mirror and the chair are?
Organizm(-:
Because of the mirror and the chair. What else would they be doing there?
Monstradamus
That seems pretty obvious.
Nutscracker
So what have you got, Monster? I’m dying of curiosity.
Monstradamus
You go first, we agreed.
Nutscracker
Okay. I’ll tell you what I’ve got. It’s a bit like a TV editing room. Professional equipment – a Betacam VCR, a special monitor, all sorts of mixers for functions I don’t really understand. The whole works. There’s a weird-looking poster hanging on the wall, a picture of a dog in an empty white room. On the wall in front of the dog there’s something like a distribution board with a few little lamps screwed into it. Two of them are lit up – a red one on the left and a blue one on the right. And below the lamps there’s a bell, surrounded by drawings of sound waves – it’s obviously ringing. There’s an electrode inserted into the dog’s head, with wires leading from it to the distribution board. And there’s a cut on its belly stuck together with sticking plaster and a rubber tube leading down out of it into a glass flask standing on the floor. The dog’s right paw is raised, its tongue is hanging out, its ears are pricked up and its eyes are full of love. The text underneath it reads: ‘Put it there, bro!’ The first time I saw it I just froze. I wondered how the moderators could have found out. It was only afterwards I remembered I told you all about ‘Pavlov’s Bitch’. Standing under the poster there’s a safe full of Betacam tapes with episodes of ‘The Hornists of Plenitude’ – that’s a kind of chic international TV programme, it has these interesting titles, with the globe flanked by two bugles. The tapes all contain pretty much the same thing: a television address by someone putting himself forward for the job of Theseus. In most cases the candidate is a middle-aged man with a pleasant face and good diction. He’s sitting in front of some kind of symbol, with a dozen microphones standing on a table in front of him. He promises to deal with the Minotaur and lead everyone out of the labyrinth. Before that, naturally, he expounds his own vision of what the labyrinth is and who the Minotaur is.
Monstradamus
What kind of visions are they?
Nutscracker
All sorts.
Monstradamus
How about an example?
Nutscracker
Well, take the last one for instance. The candidate was a tall man with grey hair. A professor of history, very distinguished looking, stylishly dressed. And his symbol was beautiful, a bit like a knight’s coat of arms: a bull’s skull in a net against a hatched ground. The man said the labyrinth is a symbol of the brain. An exposed brain and a classical labyrinth even look very similar. The Minotaur is the animal part of the mind and Theseus is the human part. The animal part is stronger, of course, but the human part triumphs in the end, and this is the meaning of evolution in history. At the very centre of the labyrinth there is a cross that symbolises the intersection of the animal and human principles. That is the site of the initiatory passage, where Theseus meets and conquers his enemy. He said you can only conquer the Minotaur in yourself. We must strangle the beast without mercy, and then we will be morally justified in renaming the Helmet of Horror the Helmet of Civilisation and Progress.
Monstradamus
And what was his program like?
Nutscracker
In the labyrinth you have to turn twice to the right and once to the left, then twice to the right and once to the left again, and so on right to the end.
Monstradamus
Tell us about another one then.
Nutscracker
The last but one. A Frenchman. He was definitely the cleverest of the lot, and his appearance was very picturesque – a threadbare Chinese field jacket, with a pipe and a wild shock of hair. His symbol was a red and white chessboard with butterflies on the white squares and letters from various alphabets on the red ones. For the first few minutes he just stared into the camera, then he ruffled up his hair and announced that he would start with a truism. The major achievement of contemporary French philosophy, he said, was its success in establishing a non-contradictory unity of liberal values and revolutionary romanticism within the bounds of a unitary sexually aroused consciousness. After that he glared out of the screen for at least a minute without speaking, then he raised a finger and explained in a whisper that this declaration, despite its crystal clarity, is already a labyrinth, for a labyrinth comes into being in the course of any discussion with yourself or others, and for that period of time each of us becomes either the Minotaur or his victim. Although there is nothing we can do with this, he continued, there’s nothing we can do without it either. Specifically, however, we can introduce a broader concept than the labyrinth – we can declare a discourse.
Monstradamus
Oh Mama! When I hear the word ‘discourse’, I reach for my simulacrum.
Nutscracker
According to the shaggy professor, a discourse is the place in which words and concepts, labyrinths and Minotaurs, Theseuses and Ariadnes all come into being. Even the discourse itself can only come into being within the discourse. But the paradox is that, although the entirety of nature arises within it, the discourse itself is not encountered anywhere in nature and was only developed quite recently. Another tragic dissonance is that, although everything comes into being within the discourse, without funding from the state or private individuals the discourse itself only lasts for three days at the most and is then extinguished forever. And so there can be no more urgent task for society than to fund the discourse.
Monstradamus
Okay, I understand about the discourse, but what did he say about the labyrinth?
Nutscracker
When he was talking about the labyrinth he spoke very quickly, so I don’t remember it all. Basically, a labyrinth comes into being when you have to choose between several alternatives, and the alternatives are a set of our possible preferences, conditioned by the nature of language, the structure of the moment and the specific features of the sponsor. I didn’t understand very much after that, I only remember that at some point he launched into the ‘Internationale’, and at first he sang really loudly and menacingly, but after a minute he shifted into ‘Happy birthday to you’.
Monstradamus
That’s called the plurality of discourses. I remember that from university. And what did he say about the Minotaur?
Nutscracker
The Minotaur is you.
Monstradamus
Me?
Nutscracker
I could almost feel you shudder. He didn’t mean you in person. He looked into the eyes of his imaginary viewer, waved his arms about like an eagle flapping its wings and yelled: ‘Minotaure! Minotaure, c’est toi!! Tu es Minotaure!!!’ Then he calmed down. He said you simply have to understand that the Minotaur is a projection of your mind and therefore he is nobody else but you.
Monstradamus
Did he say what we ought to do?
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What else? As long as there’s a sponsor, carry on with the discourse!
Monstradamus
But what turns do we make in the labyrinth?
Nutscracker
We follow the turns the discourse takes.
Monstradamus
Interesting.
Nutscracker
To be honest, I didn’t really understand what a discourse is, even after the hairy guy had just been talking about it.
Monstradamus
It’s something like a glue that sticks the helmet of horror on really solidly. So you can’t get it off again.
Nutscracker
Don’t frighten me.
Monstradamus
You’re the one who’s been frightening me for the last hour. Were there any women candidates?
Nutscracker
Yes. There was one very attractive little heifer who looked like a psychiatrist. Her symbol was right for that, too: a bull on a chain lying on a couch. I don’t remember everything she said now, but the main idea was that the only way to defeat the Minotaur is to stop thinking of yourself as a victim. Then he’ll simply disappear. Everyone has his own Minotaur, she said, but in reality it’s not he who pursues us, we pursue him. And the labyrinth in which we seek him is the dopamine chains of pleasure linking up into rings in the human brain – they’re different for everyone, as unique as fingerprints. And as for which turns to make in the labyrinth, it’s all very simple. Suppose you’re standing at an intersection with ten identical corridors leading in different directions. Then of course your choice of which corridor to follow should not be determined by fears and superstitions, but by the promptings of simple common sense.
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