(this parable was originally posted on my patreon)
On a summerâs day an alien lands in Buenos Aires. He steps out of his spaceship, conical and rough like a snailâs shell, and speaks through a glistening translation bubble. He says to the bewildered boy in front of him, âI have heard of your great game, fĂștbol, and I want to see it.â Â
So the boy nods, because he is an enterprising sort who has been taught to always be polite to strangers, and he leads the alien back to his home. He kicks off his shoes, sits on the couch, and switches the channel to todayâs match. Uruguay is playing Chile in the Copa AmĂ©rica. The alien watches for some time, but does not seem pleased.Â
âThis is a broadcast signal being displayed to me on a screen, child. This is not fĂștbol: I want to see fĂștbol.âÂ
So the boy, who is of course familiar with the nuanced differences between representation and reality says, âI understand. The television is only an object which can mediate the images produced by fĂștbol to me. Follow me.âÂ
And so the two of them walk to the stadium in the center of town, and they sneak in without paying, and the boy says, âThis is the Estadio Monumental. This is where Maradona and Pele played, some of the greatest players of all time.âÂ
And the alien shakes one of his heads, more frustrated now. âNonsense! This is not fĂștbol! FĂștbol is a game, not a big building, or a field with goals on it.âÂ
âI get it!â says the boy. âThese are merely the instruments of play for fĂștbol, its toys and stage. If you want the thing itself, then follow me.âÂ
And so the two of them go out behind the boyâs house, and walk down the street to where some of his friends are playing among themselves. âCome on, join us, Felipe!â shouts one, but Felipe shakes his head.Â
âI am too busy illustrating a parable,â he says meekly, before turning to the alien. âSee, here it is: real fĂștbol.âÂ
The alien, however, shakes all of his heads at once. âNo, boy. These are only people playing fĂștbol. The game itself is nowhere to be found, and I need a sample of it for my library of specimens.âÂ
âOh,â says the boy, and then laughs. âSilly alien! FĂștbol is a set of procedures which can be instantiated at any moment. It is a socially mediated cultural object, and not a physical one!âÂ
The alien frowns. He is very confused. âWhy are you calling me an alien?â he asks. âYouâre an alien!âÂ
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