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STUPID UNDERGROUNDS - MANN
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thing, then at least coordinated functions of the same
mechanism. The stupid underground is thus both a
regressive trap and a delusive utopia for those who mistake
their play for a revolution that has already occurred. One
could say the same for every program of social change.
This bind is irreducible; there is no going beyond the
delusion to reality and real political agency, any more
than garden variety neurotics like yourselves can escape
reality and live entirely in delusion. The empirical fact
is invisible without the model, but at the same time the
model eclipses it without releasing us from its demand. The
map and the territory, the model and the real, the fantasy
and the fact constitute each other as each other's excluded
precondition. Revolutionary virtuality constitutes the
very condition of the revolutionary project and guarantees
its utter impossibility. The surrogate both constitutes
and belies its truth, grounds it and undermines it, and the
stupid underground offers a particularly stark instance of
this vertiginous spiral of surrogations.
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What should one think of a Nobel Laureate who proposes,
quite scientifically, the theory of "directed panspermia":
that the nucleic proteins from which "life itself" arises
were sent here from another star system? Or the notion
that, since the biochemical structure of psilocybin spores
resembles nothing else on earth, they too were exported, as
the very seeds of consciousness, from somewhere out there?
Or the proposition that language itself is a virus from
outer space, or that time can be controlled by cutting up
audio-tape and projecting images on top of one another?
How to comprehend experiments in brain expansion through
stimulation by electronic implants, or drugs; or what
proposes itself as research into nanotechnology, in which
tiny robots will someday patrol our bloodstreams scrubbing
out cholesterol deposits and gunning down incipient
cancers; or cyberprosthetics; or life extension through the
ingestion of massive doses of vitamin compounds and amino
acids?12 Or, to address our specific instance, what
shall we make of reports of red and black rains, of frogs,
fish, and highly-worked stones that fall from the sky?
Charles Fort: "I have collected 294 records of showers of
living things. Have I? Well, there's no accounting for
the freaks of industry."13
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