Saturday, June 16, 2012
a vestigial future
It could be said that contemporary western civilization is kept alive artificially; that, as an example, obtaining "running water" in the home is akin intravenous feeding. Most of what sustains it in fact undergoes something akin to dialysis. Survival for western humanity therefore is fiat; and its future is vestigial.
Monday, June 4, 2012
veritably sucked and squeezed
The complexity of the human organism is commensurate with the energy it expends to forestall the entropy of the universe. We think we are advancing to some evolutionary higher plateau because we have “choice”; but the individual will is not logically posited beside selective pressure. They are separate levels of logical type. In fact, collectively, we are running away from the inevitable collapse of an increasingly fragile stability. That is to say, we do not alter the laws of nature, of physics; but rather collectively exemplify them. We come together, we gather, we mobilize, we spread, we inseminate, our parts fused for the difficult journey far from the calm into zones of the otherwise naturally forbidden.
One might have asked, are not deceit and avarice selective pressures? Perhaps... but only in the sense that the tap root is the tree insinuating itself into the earth. The tree itself does not violate the earth; however it may be envisioned to be a crack entire in the space opening up between the crust and the atmosphere. That is to say atmospheric pressure is such that a selective pressure is possible; the pathway that becomes the way of life is thus evermore a deepening and tighter crevasse into interior space, while at the same time a capsule burrowing into the vacuum of surrounding space. We are veritably sucked and squeezed into this opening we call body. Deceit? Avarice? I suggest that every gene, far more selfish than Dawkins suggests, is but itself a deceit and a reflection of this opening—all life is an eddy, a tailwind of the pulsating pressure to acquire new ground—life is a leftover, and what we call "fear" incorporates the reverberation, hunger, the hastening of this our evaporation, and has led humankind to embolden itself, to invent the an entity called ego to stave off the threatening entropy; fear is the unconscious knowledge that truly we have no power over what delimits us. The fearful frontier is but the tail of where we have been coming about to entangle us.
To further this point I recall a passage in Jane Goodall's study on Chimpanzees. One chimp having been startled away from a cache of bananas (put there by humans so as to gather the chimps for study) discovered he could return to feast himself on the unguarded bananas. I suggest that what this may hint of is the origins of self-consciousness in deceit with associations indeed of avarice. I also suggest that natural selection is misunderstood to be a "process"—as if all events occurred for the benefit of, or in collusion with, living organisms.
I think it would be best to view all this from further out of the context of "us" and see that living matter is matter attempting to detach itself from what we narrowly perceive as a "natural process." We by being self-conscious merely have belief we are a superior independent ganglion of matter when in fact we are stopped up, blistering embolisms nearing implosion. Perhaps we are comforted by the presence of an expansive variety of living things in our temperate and tropical zones being apparently convinced that easy sustenance is good—when in fact it may not be.
There is no point however in saying we are meant to do this or that; for life has no purpose, but rather an eventuality, that of escape from our present state. There is no more meaning in a human being than in a rock or a tree. After all it would seem that the trees and the earth now would be advancing our fate for us. It might even be said that the tree, the origin of what nominally matters—that is, what fed, housed, named our villages, transposed and even temporarily deflated civilizations; this coeval structure, the paradisal canopy, a seemingly jealously enclosed and deity-given shelter from the wrath of an otherwise darkly scribed dome has now become the architect himself of a diminishing dominion.
We sought once to remember where to find the cherished fruitful tree, and from thence carried out this woefully arrogant mandate to protect its whereabouts from others. And having done so, we ultimately denied our progeny the entirety of the surrounding forests. But this is what nature does—its hierarchies are in constant convolution, and yet we presume to have established our "noble" selves. The universe has no favorites nor scapegoats; nor is there need of a terrestrial steward. Humankind will simply recede like any other species might to a new habitat and eventually vanish forever in the tide.
One might have asked, are not deceit and avarice selective pressures? Perhaps... but only in the sense that the tap root is the tree insinuating itself into the earth. The tree itself does not violate the earth; however it may be envisioned to be a crack entire in the space opening up between the crust and the atmosphere. That is to say atmospheric pressure is such that a selective pressure is possible; the pathway that becomes the way of life is thus evermore a deepening and tighter crevasse into interior space, while at the same time a capsule burrowing into the vacuum of surrounding space. We are veritably sucked and squeezed into this opening we call body. Deceit? Avarice? I suggest that every gene, far more selfish than Dawkins suggests, is but itself a deceit and a reflection of this opening—all life is an eddy, a tailwind of the pulsating pressure to acquire new ground—life is a leftover, and what we call "fear" incorporates the reverberation, hunger, the hastening of this our evaporation, and has led humankind to embolden itself, to invent the an entity called ego to stave off the threatening entropy; fear is the unconscious knowledge that truly we have no power over what delimits us. The fearful frontier is but the tail of where we have been coming about to entangle us.
To further this point I recall a passage in Jane Goodall's study on Chimpanzees. One chimp having been startled away from a cache of bananas (put there by humans so as to gather the chimps for study) discovered he could return to feast himself on the unguarded bananas. I suggest that what this may hint of is the origins of self-consciousness in deceit with associations indeed of avarice. I also suggest that natural selection is misunderstood to be a "process"—as if all events occurred for the benefit of, or in collusion with, living organisms.
I think it would be best to view all this from further out of the context of "us" and see that living matter is matter attempting to detach itself from what we narrowly perceive as a "natural process." We by being self-conscious merely have belief we are a superior independent ganglion of matter when in fact we are stopped up, blistering embolisms nearing implosion. Perhaps we are comforted by the presence of an expansive variety of living things in our temperate and tropical zones being apparently convinced that easy sustenance is good—when in fact it may not be.
There is no point however in saying we are meant to do this or that; for life has no purpose, but rather an eventuality, that of escape from our present state. There is no more meaning in a human being than in a rock or a tree. After all it would seem that the trees and the earth now would be advancing our fate for us. It might even be said that the tree, the origin of what nominally matters—that is, what fed, housed, named our villages, transposed and even temporarily deflated civilizations; this coeval structure, the paradisal canopy, a seemingly jealously enclosed and deity-given shelter from the wrath of an otherwise darkly scribed dome has now become the architect himself of a diminishing dominion.
We sought once to remember where to find the cherished fruitful tree, and from thence carried out this woefully arrogant mandate to protect its whereabouts from others. And having done so, we ultimately denied our progeny the entirety of the surrounding forests. But this is what nature does—its hierarchies are in constant convolution, and yet we presume to have established our "noble" selves. The universe has no favorites nor scapegoats; nor is there need of a terrestrial steward. Humankind will simply recede like any other species might to a new habitat and eventually vanish forever in the tide.
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