THE LOST WAR.

 Our reports were all based on records of extermination and levels of mortal risk raised to the point of absurdity. The highest will we knew was to proceed by being born, dying and reborn in the desert as tenuously as a violent sandstorm. In order to serve the country, we hunted even its oldest ghosts throughout the country; we marched against all conventions of International Law, without even having officially declared war. Certainly, some of our provocations were more worthy than others, but all were symptoms of a pubescent visionarism that led to the cult and apotheosis of carnage, whose greatest herald was me. ----- Officially ---- I declared to neighboring countries, through my press office ----- My position is simply to serve my country (.) -----, and what else could I do (?) The fact was that the creation of a mass of mindless consumers, that the injection of inferior blood, of transnational oil into the veins of the people of Konam, and the consequent bourgeois mentality that had resulted from this, had ended up separating the army from the people, who had begun to threaten, with their softness and submission, the most seasoned elements of the soldier's profession, within the National Guard. It was like a disease that we had to fight relentlessly. A virus present in the rush, so little tribal, so little "aristocratic", and totally journalistic, with which the White Man had appropriated our patriotic potentialities without having first apprehended and understood our past. In our war there was something that escaped the economy of technical rationality; in the reason for our war there was something inhuman, shamanic, immeasurable, gigantic and cosmic, something that reminded us of a volcanic process, an elemental irruption. A colossal wave of life guided by a painfully deep, compulsive and uniform force. That was the eternal war, the Jihad that was so much talked about there, but in slightly different guises; and also the last war, the total war, of destruction of everything, of suppression and death of worlds. In a word: THE LOST WAR! But at the same time, the way we dealt with the impossibility of total victory within ourselves was always in progress. It always began with the fact that we transmuted any occasional defeat, amidst insanity of all kinds, into a violent internal victory, through a confession of guilt and horror that we hysterically extended to the whole of humanity.