The author’s excuses and explanations about the THESIS 222 


Lets assume, for a start, that even the remotest of us relates to experience through some aspect of the habitual philosophical beliefs that characterize the civilization in which this reading takes place. That these beliefs are eclectic and inconsistent is not important; what is important is that we can identify them as part of this civilization, and we make constant use of them.
It is meaningless to determine whether or not these beliefs are “true” in an objective sense, since clearly their function is to be used to create a sense of “reality”, and not to be verified.
The Thesis 222 invites us to drop out all that nonsense package and become responsible for our own perceptual interpretation of social reality.
At this point you could be wandering what the hell is all this about… Simply put: this is a constant insurrection of the state of mind. 
The shape and intensity of this change, cannot be described or conceptualised. I’m not trying to be clever here, the fact is that unfortunately human nature doesn't let something be what it is - it must sound, look or feel like something else in order for us to digest it – So I just let everybody else decide for me what Ningunismo is for them, because I firmly believe in preserving the power of interpretation, and I may contradict that by getting too specific. That doesn’t mean that every appreciation about it is equally right. As the creator of the project and author of the Thesis 222, I think that I have a really good idea about what this mind-fuck system is about. The fact that I’ve choose to let the experience speaks for itself and do not express it in words has nothing to do with the idea itself.
For that reason, I repudiate the falsest of legends, whereby I would be a sort of theoretician of revolutions. To pretend that a text (any one) is able to introduce you a new way to see life, is the same that wishing to extract the pure germ of meaning through the use of words and their implementation. They, the mundane men, seem to believe nowadays that I have taken things by theory, but that was not the case. 
No living epoch started off from theory; first it was always a game… a journey!!! 
Time ago, I chose to play the deadliest of all games. I chose to refuse the deceptive clarity of a world upside down, and became, (among its believers at least), the father of an invisible and malevolent plan to rebuild the forgotten surge of reality providing reference points to all those who dare to question such things.
Challenging all expectations and conventional boundaries, eventually this project became a quantum leap in other people’s personal power and confidence, not to mention fun and excitement.
The formula for overturning the world, wasn't sought in books but in insurrection. Doing this, the Ningunismo was definitely enlisted on “the bad side” which makes history by bringing to ruin all established conditions of satisfaction and pleasure of those who have not yet begun to live, (but who are saving themselves for a better period), and who therefore have a vast fear of change.
Against a hallucination, we start a never-ending warfare where nothing was like the previous day. Shoulda, woulda, coulda are all irrelevant because in insurrection there are no regrets. This combat lacked nothing that anyone had wished for: adventures, astonishing encounters, remarkable obstacles, grandiose betrayals, perilous enchantments, and more. 
Right now you must be wondering if we found the object of our quest.
It should be known that at least we obtained a fleeting glimpse of it, because in any case it is blatantly obvious that from then onwards we were able to understand spurious life in the light of the true, which give us the possession of a very strange power of seduction: For no one has approached us since then, without wishing to follow or redeem us.
We didn’t go on the television to announce what we had understood, what we have won or how much we have lost, so we pass unnoticed and today, being a veteran of a crusade for the lost laugh, I want to say a big "thank you" to all the shity things in this world for inadvertently giving me and my comrades, the strength and the guts to reinvent the world, or at least our daily hallucination of it. 

The sleeper awoke already, and now its to late to put him to sleep again. 




Roy Khalibahn.