The dialogue in the key of Kafka. For it is quite strange. Several thoughts come to mind but it seems unimportant, for if we treat them from bringing forward some ideas, what seems to be that the lack of dialogue. Although, the ease of media is overwhelming compared to what existed 20 or 30 years, this facility makes different ideas do not run in a virtuous process, but quite the opposite. As everyone can and able to build your space, then no debate, and instead of confronting ideas, just evade that possibility and built itself a niche, where, finally, the trees can not see the forest. Then there is dialogue, and is a tool that starts gradually,
to meaningless. When it comes to achievements and objectives in any order of things, then the tools are the competition. Whoever wins the competition imposes. And this happens both in the workplace (businesses, executives, supervisors, CEOs, etc), even in politics. In the latter, with elections on the verge, new ideas die-or kill-in the same womb. The time to expose the ideas for those who will direct the destinies of a country for four or six years are reduced to a few months of campaigning that concentrated investing more resources to put in recent memory or short-term no messages or content, but just image. And why do we vote? What do we vote? Who knows one, I personally do not know. And our art is also silent, recently attended a small meeting that is held with great effort and I met? I ran into a ritual. With a kind of Mass in which all together, commune with God
culture that exists in our intimacy with our measure, unmoved, untouched, like a museum statue, which is not her blood runs through the veins and therefore, is divorced from the gesture, the attitude, the creation of art. In a society like this, in a world like this, it seems more sensible self-exile and that each is the fix as you can and still is the tip of the iceberg. We are not Gregor Samsa, but his family, his society. That's scary.