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On Boredom

 




Many times I’ve listened to Paolo Sorrentino, the film director, talk about boredom, which he ultimately sees as something positive in human life.
A creative act, in the end.

I’m not sure I agree.

When you are bored, you lose the creative force that generates motivation, or even anxiety. When you are bored, you drift. You float. You remain alive, but with a sense of disgust. At least that’s how it is for me. I am bored, that is, I am disgusted, with this world of lies and emptiness, of cultural emptiness. Ninety-eight percent of what is published, posted, or produced is crap, or at best inane chatter.
And because I am bored, I lose the sense of my own existence. I lose the meaning of my everyday life.

Of course, this cannot be merely personal. I believe in the Zeitgeist. What I feel and think today is not what I felt or thought twenty years ago, nor what I will feel or think ten years from now. Time changes us, unavoidably.
We think, and we are, according to what the esprit du temps brings to the very center of our inner knot, where the horizontal saeculum meets the vertical Fullness of God. Man lives at the point of intersection between the City of Man and the City of God.

We are porous beings. That porosity allows us to perceive the Fullness of God without escaping the saeculum we inhabit, and therefore without avoiding confrontation with its Zeitgeist.
And the Zeitgeist of our present saeculum is saturated with nihilism, relativism, and above all with evil. Or, more precisely, with Satanism.

Being bored, or rather being disgusted - disgust as the final stage of boredom - is a form of reaction to this sick Zeitgeist into which we have been thrown.
I react with boredom and disgust when I look around and see the nothingness of what is published and celebrated. I am bored and disgusted by the sheep-like obedience of people who comply without ever questioning what they have been taught to believe is true.





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