Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Duelling Dualists and the Alchemy of Laughter (part 2)

Ecce Homo, Ecce Mono?

By the time the month of April had rolled around, back in the year 2013, in that time we now refer to as the great forgetting, tragic world events had been building with great intensity. The Powers That Had Been were amping up their opportunistic agenda, by using terror as a ruse to increase the powers of the security state.

Enter: Fear
The marathon bombings had created much sadness and fear among those humans still possessing a soul, and The Powers That Had Been were not deaf to the populace's vengeful cries for swift justice. Those running the show continued to use our tax money unabated, by funding their defence contractor buddies who were given the responsibility of protecting us from all those evil terrorists and assorted bad folks who were usually associated with anti-social organizations once funded and trained by our own intelligence organizations to fight rival governments in distant and foreign lands (talk about the snake eating it's own tail).

When one factored in that these horrendous bombings had taken place amid some extremely tight security measures (by both public and 'private' contractors), most people were oblivious to the fact that the governments of their respective nations had either been conducting or supporting illegal activities (like drone warfare) and killing many more innocent civilians than they had been killing the supposed 'bad guys'. 

Most of those clued-out consumers purchasing their brand new pair of $284 running shoes (made exclusively by really low-wage earners in the third world) seemed oblivious or uncaring of this slavery imperative. Consequently, for every 'bad guy' the 'good guys' seemed to kill, the 'bad guys' always seemed to increase their nasty ranks by nudging moderates into extremism.

Our foreign policies were not actually defending ours or anybody else's freedoms (as we had often been told), instead our freedoms were being methodically stripped away to serve the paranoid fears of The Powers That Had Been, elitists who sensed the impending encroachment of their dreaded Monster from the Id.

Enter: Causality
We all just wanted to live in a happier and safer world, but we were seldom in agreement. There had been so many varying opinions on the nature of causality to come to any proper consensus. Essentially, we were a species divided and polarized, mostly by those self-appointed leaders ruling our hierarchy, and demagogues who had chosen to exploit tragic events to promote their wretched idealism and self-exaltation. 

Causality was often argued, but rarely seriously debated in the corporate media of your day. Those who had profited greatly by social discord had little interest in understanding causality anyway, let alone hope that anyone else would take the time to figure it out. Perhaps they feared that, if fully understood, the roots of, and the abetting of terrorism, would point in an uncomfortable direction... perhaps they feared deep down, that all roads did in fact lead to Rome. 

So, in order to fully understand causality, and finally break the cycle of senseless violence, one thing we had to realize was a true understanding of what Knowledge, and motivation really were, AND were they things which could even be tested scientifically?

Motivation was obvious, it came from a sense of powerlessness and desperation. Knowledge however needn't be verifiable in order for it to be true. We experience the colour blue, yet nobody could ever hope to describe what it looks like to a blind man. We experience love, yet the best we can ever do, to prove it's existence to someone incapable of this emotion, is by performing actions that only suggest it is real.

...and it's of this truth in which the enemies of humanity chose to remain blind.

Enter: Science
Those who had put all their faith in scientific orthodoxy, by conforming to it's strict guidelines, had really missed out in the end, and sadly, it was their loss alone. They had lived and died incomplete and ignorant of the full spectrum of the human experience... and all for what, social acceptance, and their tribal need to belong, as rulers and tyrants in a ghetto of fools?  

Science is the way we understand the material world, so any information which challenges it must in the very least be entertained. Even if a given claim turns out to be an outrageous falsehood, it could always leave humanity with some valuable new insights by default.  It's for this reason that I stress the importance of ensuring that scientific inquiry be accepting and adaptable to the murkier aspects of reality, and if one's pejorative for this inquiry is called: pseudo-science, then so be it.

Those who had put all their faith in Science were in for a rude awakening though, and would soon take themselves a front row seat to witness their karmic comeuppance. These people had arrogantly assumed they were the cream of the crop, the brightest and most sophisticated of intellectuals; savants who had it 'all figured out'. But they were blind to the fact they were ignorant, inflexible, and intolerant, acting as isolated interns in their intellectual ghetto.

Science, combined with political Atheism, were fast becoming close bedfellows, yet had been consistently undermined by the capricious whims of human frailty. 

Some evolutionary biologist at Oxford University in England (the chap's name escapes me at the moment), had even once encouraged his cultish admirers to practice a militant brand of Atheism. The wise among us knew that the word 'militant', combined with any belief/non-belief system, had rarely mixed well in human affairs. Atheism had become the religion of Statists, and designed to rob the debased masses of their last true weapon of autonomous power: 'Belief'.... that enigmatic intangible component which had given individuals the super-human capacity to seemingly overcome all odds, defying logic, and asserting one's natural right to claim their personal sovereignty against those who wished to rule over them.

Enter: Gender
Fear had ruled supreme in that time before our inevitable rendezvous with destiny, and it had created a nasty schism even among the two sexes, by forcing us to assume unnatural gender roles which demanded the male to be too sexually pro-active, while the female had been encouraged to be far too passive. This imbalance encouraged men to develop the embarrassing psychosis of over-objectification of the female, often manifesting it's dark and ugly self in many horrific ways.

Since objectification was not a cardinal sin among men, inappropriately made sexual comments toward the opposite sex had rarely come from a position of disrespect (as many feminists of your day had claimed). Instead these harassments were coming from a position of desperation; a desperation to 'connect' with the infuriatingly passive female of your era.

Men separate (and still do) their respect for women from their desire to have intercourse with them. Men generally don't muddy courtship and mating rituals by intertwining sexual attraction with respect for one's person... that is until they are ready to get married.

Any woman who became too offended by these clumsy flirtations, come-ons, and other inappropriate comments, was living in anger, and allowed the unconscious actions of the offender to live 'rent free' in her own mind. So women and men took the next step together.

Realizing that anger destroys the quality of one's life, we had to develop an alchemical mechanism to transmute this painful weight into the lightness of joy... and we succeeded!

Enter: Laughter
The way we ultimately overcame anger was by using the magic of humour, and by surrendering ourselves to the deterministically slow changing forces of our natural programming. 

As a personal Anarchist, I would often become infuriated to see how people seemed oblivious to the fact that government was not only unnecessary, but actually responsible for most of the atrocities committed throughout the ages.  Yet I chose not to be angry, I spoke my mind knowing full well how unlikely it was that I'd ever witness a peaceful anarchistic state in my lifetime. 

So how did we do it? How did we transmute such anger into joy by using humour? The best example I can give you is by looking at the image I've attached to this journal. 

Once upon a time, an 80 year old amateur artist had taken it upon herself to restore an obscure decaying fresco by Elias Garcia Martinez called: Ecce Homo... obviously the woman botched the thing, BIG TIME!  Despite her desecration of a minor masterpiece; in the wake of this artistic tragedy and horror, we soon realized that we actually preferred the new botched version over the original, simply because it had performed for us a great miracle (and still does to this day). The miracle of which I speak had done something the original could never hope to do... and that is: It made us laugh!

Yes, we had botched civilization too, and BIG TIME, but what we inherited in the end was a joy far greater than anything one could ever imagine.

Future CT     Village 5,   Nova Avalon.          Year 17 P.T.E.

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