A Golden Calf, Redux
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- For while they live among his works, they keep searching, and they trust in what they see, because the things that are seen are beautiful.
—Wisdom 13:7
We are terrified of the mind's plasticity; we'd rather reality not be so malleable. Thus the modern myth is built around the superstition of "objectivity"—a "real world out there" in-dependent of our existence and all animal consciousness.
Thus it is oblivious to the fact that in this reality, one can never say that anything exists without also affirming that "I AM".
Such is the foundation of the modern materialist story. A backwards logic, cognitive pathology, an unquestioned dogma kept intact only by unexamined emotion.
Because in this reality, the "real world out there" is not all that "objective" but teeming with subjectivity, with sentient intelligence, with organic intimacy far more rich and miraculous than the visual human concept of "the universe" and its seventeen or so elementary particles—depending on which model you choose.
It forgoes the fact that our view of the universe is limited and contingent; that all we ever taste, see, touch and smell is never "in-dependent" but entirely dependent on our cognitive-emotive-instinctive intelligence; that all we ever say is "out there" is always a mental image beautifully created and sustained entirely "in here", interacting and interdepending on all other "in heres" out there.
Thus it is blind to the reality that what is truly timeless and eternal is that troubling I AM, pulsating through every physical body, every branch and member of that real world "out there", lush with internal forces and dynamics of which the visible and touchable—the physical—is only a trace.
So the culture runs mired in ignorance because its myth has started out by ignoring itself. And humanity keeps fumbling through the darkness chasing its own shadow; worshiping effects before their causes; placing its creations before their Creator.
A backwards worldview resulting in a backwards world. A tower teetering on flimsy foundations.
How long will it stand?
Comments
Funny you should say that E.
Funny you should say that E. Sam, because you keep making the same obtuse argument again and again. You don't believe that every particle is conscious, many of us do. What exactly are you trying to say?
What draws you to the metaphysical realm, your ability to argue that it cannot exist without the sanction or definitive construct of current scientific analogy? There are many reputable scientists [which is a word that annoys me when you use it] who feel differently than you do.
You are choosing the paradigm with which you view this existence, which I believe is what Yellowseed is saying, in a way. The difference between he and you is like that of night and day, the bright hot fire of a star burning and the cool dim moon of the status quo. It is exactly those who share your perception that has brought us to this poisonous moment in time.
I'd like something new from you as well.
“An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.”-Victor Hugo
E. Sam, It is so very
E. Sam,
It is so very difficult. I struggle, I write and rewrite until I dull the sting. It has taken me a lifetime to be pleasant and I still fail, all the time.
It's a learning process. You'll get there!
And Yellowseed, I'm sorry I haven't addressed you directly on this, I love some of you so much that I've stopped commenting so I don't embarrass myself. So you're awesome, and I'm listening.
“An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.”-Victor Hugo
I guess you're right, it's
I guess you're right, it's important to hear the criticm. But some people just really get under my skin and make me want to say nasty mean things in response. Though many do not agree with me, it is this tendency to cause an adverse reaction in others that makes human relations so strained, so painful. Self-censorship can facilitate the communication process to such a degree....sometimes people can say things that make me never want to converse with them again, no matter how sorry they are. But I keep trying. And trying not to secretly hate them.
The hating is where the hoarding begins, when I no longer care what happens to you I care not what you receive. I'll take your share.
“An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.”-Victor Hugo
Oh yes!
And I found a poem I wrote several years ago, which I would like to dedicate to E. Sam:
Did you know?
You don't have to use those words.
I still understand you
without a dichotomy, an eschatology,
or a copacetic verse.
So smart my spellcheck
cannot find you
so wise my dictionary is in use
I sympathize with the lower echelons
of society
Remember them?
the lost, the true
the idiot masses you guide to composure
how helpful your treatise will be when they find it
in the American Journal of Psychiatry.
“An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.”-Victor Hugo
yes and yes
YS, Thanks for your feeling blog.
ES, good sir, i would wonder what full sentence your "Subject Line" befits.
I like that poem Meg.

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