The abomination

Post-Mechanic Tendency ?

So it is the face of Technological Humanism which now appears in Faust's Cauldron - A form bubbling up and naming itself proud: the natural inheritor of christendom. The natural child for it too holds our culture in a spell which echoes the mass mesmerism of the institutionalised church. Galileo we are told  was persecuted by the church ? He was bitten by the church and like a vampire the grand inquisitor renewed himself in his victims.

The words are different but the slaves of the technocrato still jump to the same tune:

You can look but you can't shop

Get back in your box

The mundus - the objective world - is a monster...

 The mindset of scientism is essentially a language of physical and mental disablement - in it an alienated atomised self is disengaged from a random and threatening enviroment. The compounded self is reduced to the level of a spectator on a ghost ride - terrorised by this  "objective" massified cosmos. The universe becomes a universal fury which only the initiated can hope to placate. But The hierophant - the scientists stand like a roman centuary before cleopatra. A night of lust before a headless dawn. For even the high priest are prey to the whims and caprice of the random machine - the digital whore - whom he has fed in his own quest for power..

 Magic Mystery  and Authority was all the whore of babylon ever needed - she just changes her clothes for each new party.

 Peeing your pants - everyone is pissing them - its just that some bladders are allowed to get fuller for longer - this is the hormonal reward ladder of capatalism,medicine and science. The harsh cluttered body of the social elite fills and bloats as a blood sucking fly . All the while their cloth capped attendents humbly and respectfully eviscerate themselves - gladly crush themselves - fold their bodies like tinfoil - squash their brains in half - cut off their left arm  - and learn to wank,shop clap and text with one hand - a labotomised ape - fudge filled in front of the tv - fiddling with itself - one-eyed to  adverts. 

 

Flow

Fountain = an artificial celebration of flow; decorative if expressive; bound and gagged (by the culture of symbols you refer to) if free. Good film though.

Time indeed is paramount in our understanding as is at present. Infinite can be found in the moment, as hinted by by Wittgenstein and many of the Eastern minds and bodies of thought. When a wee little nipper time was the only big mystery left. The atheist's comforting neck pillow of deep slumbering unconsciousness, both pre- and post-existence never lulled me into anything, just fucked a deep fear into every cell of my small brain and body when the fast and free mind of a child was meditating on the big black darkness of timelessness. If one can state/experience timelessness then there (surely)has to be an observer to notify that 'this is the state of nothingness, forever', well at least that was what I used to think and fear. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Think and fear. Well that is the endless echo of a machine, the phantom legacy of our post-mechanic tendency to treat ourselves like machines, but worse.

Time separates us from what it actually is just as the whole symbolic realm. Like you say, bound by the image. No wonder Islam has banned the image and no wonder we are fucked by the glossy magazine, as much as we are done in by the big book(s) and the tale spinners. Good or evil, hmmm. Everyone is so keen to state one or the other. +ve or -ve. Oscillating between polarities. Whatever happened to a spiral, or what ever happened to 'it' whatever 'it' might be, not a model of anything, but the thing itself, which is always like a surface of a pond. You can float, stare into it or whatever, put you sure cannot grasp it.

When was the last time you peed in your pants?

Must dash.

A

The Fountain

 

 Finally got round to watching 'The Fountain' last night.

 A dramatic and fabulous meditation  on catholic and mayan images of time, love, infinity, death and rebirth  - I couldn't really ask for more.  The mayan ideas reminded me of ken russels altered states - but the open ended images of this move appealed to me more. Definately plenty of room for a hyper-realist approach - the film made perfect sense to me , as I am sure it did to you - but for entirely different reasons.

 Its always amused me that the west has a teliological obsession with life after death - I for one was always as equally interested in life before birth - or as Jim Morrison described it "doing time in the universal mind". Why in myth is  time recurrently presented as the "weak dimension" - why is it we can imagine the world without it. Our perceptual process is built on time - but what would we see if we took away time ?

 There was a fictional work called flatworld when I was younger that talked about a world in only 2 dimensions. It never really caught on as much as the idea of the timeless and eternal. But it was interesting none the less. I read recently of a fellow William Lane Craig who had been a professor of time. Sounds pretty neat profession.

 Interesting thing in the movie about the tree of good and evil - barth suggested in his work on christian ethics - that his first goal was to remove this distinction.  When I've  read those christian myths I've always thought god hid the tree of life because obtaining it would be to cruel a fate for a race whose mind had already collapsed into the dualisms of this and that. Death might be cruel but at least it returns us to the infinite - as opposed to the finite. There was a early church father who talked about souls moving out of the mind of god into the world of forms only to eventually return rebound into the wholeness of infinity - just to get bored and pop out again in an endless cycle. Origen, he was the one who was posthumously declared a heretic, and yes he cut his willy off.

 My only hyper-realist puzzle is in genesis god says that men would become like the gods if they knew the difference between good and evil. Why would this not be a good thing ? I have an inkling but sometimes I think that it is not that we make forms of this and that - we make symbols - language - pointers to the great unknown - The habitual danger of humankind is that we bind to these symbols. Dense fleshly creatures we destroy ourselves because rather than remembering all our talk is just an echo - we think our distinctions are real and kill ourselves and others in the process. The gods it seems can see good and evil and not be fooled by its folly.

 The only question is are they a reflection of us - or are we a reflection of them - or both ? But be careful we cant ask the second or third question in public anymore.  When was the last time you urinated on a grave ?