Nowhere worth going except where we left

From “Girls”, by Nic Kelman, a novel about power and sex: “And so we want faster cars, faster boats, faster jets, faster computers – anything more powerful than everything else. And we continue to want them even after we learn that there’s nowhere worth going except where we left, and that the faster we go the further away from there we get”.

Myself, I just wonder how is it that we have that small machine in our heads which seems to be programmed for melancholy and sadness, for missing the past, for sticking to the crap. A human being is an impressive artefact, and the human mind is in particular amazing, the outcomes it can produce, the puzzles it can figure out, however it seems to be in fundamental conflict with, (if not driven by), those emotional mechanisms that make up the wonderful feelings sometimes, but also the background noise, the remaining sensation that there’s nowhere worth going except where we left.

And the point is, despite of the fact that the sorrow is there, while it didn’t need to, if you just neglect it, and try to make your living at the rational part, it doesn’t seem to work at all.

Anyhow, I am going to take a rest from transcendental kind of stuff; the post for next week (or whenever) will be the results of an investigation I am working at, under the hypothesis than German are the closest people to Spanish, (at least, when they are drunk).