The Cerberus

kerberos-uusi-eitaustaaEveryday reality, also called the paramount reality (the one which is “most real” spreading everywhere around us) can be understood in a myriad of ways. In this book the everyday is seen as a Mechanical Labrador Cerberus. Firstly, you can never be sure if such a thing as the reality exists at all, like you cannot know anything for sure about the existence of Cerberus. On the other hand, we humans are quite handy with our technologies, which mold our everyday in multiple ways. So, a mechanical Cerberus could well exist… The everyday is not simple, coherent area of life but rather a hybrid or bricolage like is the character of Cerberus, which is put together of various unmatching pieces. Its actions are guided by the mechanics of culture, norms and laws. Everyday is everywhere, even in the most extraordinary moments, just like our quick big puppy.

The breed of our Cerberus is a Labrador Retriever, because it, after all, is quite friendly and well housebroken, although stubborn. This mechanical reproduction of the mythical beast guards the fleas living all around its fuzzy fur from passing the gates of the other realities (i.e. hopping to and fro between the other animals wandering in the vast meadows of the multiverse) and retrieving the unreal, foreign (from its, and our point of view) things to mess up the current order. Unlike the original Underworld Cerberus, the mechanical one acts in the bright sunlight being mainly familiar, not mythical. Instead of raw flesh it eats human activity, structures, ideologies, fossil fuels, lots of plastic – and poos out other, smaller realities, like the ones of Science, Art and Religion.

The hybrid has three heads, one for three fundamental oxymorons affecting the shape of the everyday: controlled coincidence, conservative subversion and measured experience. Its body is made of eight basic acts of living: eating, dwelling, social contacts, moving around, work, leisure, sleeping and personal hygiene, whose exact way of actualizing is controlled by the brains of three heads. It has mane and tail of snakes, one for all of the countless details of life. It has the claws of lion for doing well its guardian work. It is a conscious creature, having mysteriously grown a bit of biological tissue despite of its mechanical basis. It is made by people and the Gods (= the environment) together, being quite faithful to its origins. In any case, it cannot hear the small voice of a single flea very well, so individuals have either to be cunning or to gather together in order to change the direction of their mount. On the other hand, because the fleas are so small, they have plenty of possibilities for crossing the border without the hound noticing. There are countless amount of creatures wandering in the fields of Multiverse, some born from the Cerberus itself, but most of them totally unrelated to it. Some of them evolved by themselves, some are constructions of their fleas.

Reality tinkerers’ task is to know how to leap safely between two animals and to bring something unfamiliar back to our Cerberus – and how to interrupt the dominant reality with these pieces. All these animals have their own kind of fleas – we can travel a while with the other animals, but if we stay with them permanently we will fall ill. So it is of most importance to know how to come back. Sometimes the giant dog just can’t avoid feeling small, annoying itch caused by quietly smuggled illegal unfamiliarities somewhere around its left foreleg, but it just has to bear with the situation. After all, the Cerberus wants to take care of its own fleas, and it avoids scratching because that could hurt them.