hieroglyph of true intelligence work

 ghosts waving the hand of progressivism that demanded and questioned the hieroglyph of true intelligence work, in a veiled dispute with the author that could be understood as code versus obfuscation of the code. There were even small, insistent airplanes producing aerial photographs of my manuscripts. “There are too many demons and devils risking themselves for this,” Gisele had once said. “In the floods and engulfments of the panoptic internet (she continued), one can try to keep at least a little of the SECRET for oneself.” My fear would have been absolute if, at that moment, Ligget had not come back into the office with all those objects. I immediately felt inclined to continue, as if beyond that option there was not a single human possibility. “To survive one’s own extinction” (I told her). That’s all (!) To jump over one’s own time, toward the future, or, if you prefer, toward the heart of ongoing history. My entire existence has been arduously engaged in this. This is the only valid policy, the only ethics left to our time. Sincerity and total dedication. Because our culture has been ruined by the market and the masses. - I concluded. I don't remember exactly how many coffees I drank in the space of two hours. Ligget came and went from the office holding a napkin under his cup, a sign of people who wait for something in a pleading way.