Letters from Vienna #1
It isn’t easy to sleep living on the brink of death or knowing that the government is trying to kill one but that is the situation I am confronted with. I live in Vienna; it is a cold, wet January in 2022 and in February the government is planning to “vaccinate” the entire country, with untold consequences.
I am forever being asked “What do we know?”, “Why do we know it?” and “Why isn’t something fake news?” This series of letters will be my personal attempt to address all of the above.
The short answer is to say, much like Socrates: “I know that I know nothing.” What is knowledge after all? According to the good, old OED it is: “familiarity gained by experience”, “a person’s range of information” or “theoretical or practical understanding of a subject”. Yet, to what extent does this clarify the issue? How valid or helpful is this after all?
Very little is gained from direct, observed or reflected experience. I am dependent, much in the same way I was as a child, upon the intelligence, mercy and good sense of others. But what if those around me should be wrong? What if I’m being deliberately misled and led up the proverbial “garden path”? How can I be sure? Because this is, after all, what I am looking for: certainty. A certainty upon which I can act, a certainty with practical dimensions, a certainty upon which I can base my life. Knowledge, in other words, must have, in my book at least, existential, ethical and moral implications. Otherwise: what is its point?
Paolo Sarpi once wrote: “There are four modes of philosophizing: the first with reason alone, the second with sense alone, the third with reason and then sense, and the fourth beginning with sense and ending with reason. The first is the worst, because from it we know what we would like to be, not what is. The third is bad because we many times distort what is into what we would like, rather than adjusting what we would like to what is. The second is true but crude, permitting us to know little and that rather of things than of their causes. The fourth is the best we can have in this miserable life.”[1]
Yet, at the same time: theory is vitally important. To quote Einstein when speaking to Heisenberg: “But from the basic point of view, it is quite wrong to want to base a theory only on observable quantities; because it is in fact exactly the opposite. Only the theory decides what one can observe.”[2]
The vast majority of those in the so-called “West” are faced with an existential threat yet they’re only dimly aware of this fact. And this is a fact, one which is indisputable. There is simply too much evidence pointing to the deadliness of the “vaccines”. Yet, despite the vast quantities of information available: the dozens of videos showing heaven knows what in the “vaccines”, the statistics showing the increase of death as a direct result of the jab, the testimonies of countless whistleblowers, the vast majority, the unthinking masses, are transfixed by the TV screen in truly Orwellian fashion.
They storm toward death like Lemmings or the proverbial swine possessed. It is quite impossible to reason with those one once thought intelligent. One encounters the most extraordinary, truly selfless and noble acts of denial. This all, especially the censorship, lies and deceit, is being done for the “common good”. Nay, more than that: those who deny the lies are endangering humanity. Those who doubt the official narrative, the so-called “conspiracy theorists”, are the scum of the earth. They are downright criminals if not a little insane.
We are indeed living in an age of collective insanity and collective suicide, at least in the West. In Africa, I am told but have no means of checking: “Covid” is a theme unworthy of discussion. Yet, here, in Austria, I am confronted with it day in day out. Even the ads, Austria is subject to public ads in a way few places on earth are, have one fixation: the jab. Even supermarkets and other equally munificent commercial institutions such as airlines push the jab with an abject, pathetic uniformity. Those one passes in the street chat about it and one is confronted, once one boards a bus or a U-Bahn with curiously masked figures.
I am tired, perhaps I am mistaken, perhaps this is all an illusion, a bad nightmare from which I am sure to awake. After all: I know that I know nothing and everything remains unclear. It is a cold, wet January and I am irate. I am cantankerous, out of sorts and continue to torment myself with all kinds of questions.
Who would have thought any of this possible, merely a few years ago? How did the world turn into a dystopian nightmare? This too will be the subject of my essays. I sincerely hope some may read them. Even if nobody does they’ll be written to bear witness, for that, at the end of the day, is all we can do.
[1] Scritti filosofici e teologici, Bari: Laterza, 1951, Pensiero 146
[2] p. 31 Werner Heisenberg Quantentheorie und Philosophie, Universal-Bibliothek, 1979