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title: The Human Body As Cure
If humans are to play a part in the remedying of the catastrophic biomass and biodiversity the Earth over, it will not come from their minds but from their bodies. If human bodies become much more active, resuming normal patterns of movement for their animal, what would follow is a lessening of machines moving as the balance of time would exchange to humans using their bodies. There would also, verily, be more of the day spent sleeping and resting to restore the utilized human body, and this is also helpful to keep the machines out of use in the balance of a day.
title: Desire and Civilization
Desire is chastised by many cultural traditions in civilization’s trajectory, but in so relegating it to an objectionable place, the phenomenon of desire is misunderstood and inappropriately handled. Desire enters as a feeling (or emotion, sorry lacking clarity on it at the moment) that has the one feeling it trying to get the desire met, and thus extinguished. As civilization advances, less and less of our needs are being met, and so desire increases across many areas of living and in increasing intensity. Desire is a symptom that is maligned as a disease, whereas civilization is the disease that enables torturous desires to be felt and endured long past any biological useful point. The cultural mores, however and for whatever reason they evolved, are the chains of civilization that keep us stuck in discomfiture as we are tickled by the feather of desire. The feeling of desire, backed by whatever single or collection of hormones and other bio-chemical combinations, is something that needs to be eradicated in the animal that feels it, but civilization now leaves few doors open to this option, and so desire is put in a prison cell; desire being a powerful inmate, drags the rest of us through the prison bars where we are left to stagnate. Such is one narration on the human condition.
When a symptom is wrongfully targeted as the disease, the disease is enabled to grow stronger and put out more tentacles of symptoms.
title: Ethics and Mediation
Anything that is used as a medium to get more of itself, without being intrinsically used or activated but only used to get acquire more of its form or material composition (increasing its regional purity), is the repetitious behavior of a disease and is very harmful (it should not be conflated with Conatus, which sees a growth, not a mere collection). Not partaking in an act of acquiring to acquire more of the acquiring agent can be taken as a universal truism of how to act in the world—I think it is categorical and can be foundational to a guiding ethics. The following two examples will help flush this out:
1) Metals dug from the ground are in turn turned in to shovels of various and evolving types simply to dig out more metal from the ground. Metals come to have cultural and infrastructural significance that is not feeding the organic, which is where it strays from an ethics that puts breadth and complexity of life at the forefront of how and what to act for in the world.
2) Slavery is in crude terms the using of a slave body to do work when you could instead be using your own body to do that work. Slaves are turned in to mediums to get more resources, which are at some point in the process traded back for more slaves. Just as with metal collection and purification, entering a slaving system is to enter an extraction process with a determined end that the overseer must just “go through the motions” of without truly evolving anything. Pointless motion that comes to pollute and dissuade purposeful motion to evolve higher complexity of life. These two pointless motions do have a finite end point, which differentiates them from true Conatus motions which are specifically getting further and further from any endpoint.
title: Attacking The Seven
5-2-5-2 is an incessant pattern for our whole lives to endure without cessation. For all the controversial initiatives wrought forth by Robespierre, it is a winnable debate to say he had the right spirit in proposing a new temporal system where the seven day week was departed from. Days not yet lived already have a frame of reference and certain assumptions tied to them months and years in advance, precisely because the day of the week. Such bonds to the future are deplorable, yet it is hard to conceive of a people freely leaving the strictures of days, probably because it is so hard to conceive of a free people.
Our problems are given agency, as if they are somehow ghosts that haunt us… the human mind has been so tortured, so fucked, allowed too much time to sit in it’s own shit. Too much sedentary time allows us to objectify and then subjectify aspects of our tortured selves and then personify them to be real things. Well, something deep inside me calls bullshit, and I say emphatically you CAN run away from your problems—mobility isn’t just something life does, it is the very thing that life IS (life is motion). Problems will die and atrophy, or stop being a problem, if you have time away from the spatial milieu(s) in which they originate. Flight is a form of fight! For those of you narrowed to the American historical narrative, look at George Washington’s strategy for winning the revolutionary war! Try telling the squirrel she’s better off staying where the wolves are and inventing some way other than running up a tree and to another area; try telling the birds this season they should try and overwinter instead of always flying towards the sun and away from the cold. Why would the human experience be so different that we have to face our problems? It’s true you might have the same problem if you leave one suburb for another, because suburbs will always and continue to pile up problems just like stagnant societies always have a sewage problem. Flight has been so denied to us, and always fighting is too burdensome on such weakened, malnourished creatures as we are, that just accepting the problems is cathartic and healing, radically accepting. Accepting our medication, our docilizing, accepting the loss of control, the loser status, the subaltern voiceless people we are. We can just meditate unto death, learn how to be compliant caged birds who can get the joys and live vicariously through stories that are other to us (reading books/blogs, writing a blog, watching television, plays, and other cultural constructions that are available for distraction and soothing); we can be imitate our cages and oppress other cellmates through physical abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse. And we can then have the experience of what are officially labeled prisons, to learn horrors that we were usually numbed and hidden from. Another route to channel our energies is that we can put on a play and force an audience to accept our role—they’ll believe our performance and we will also, because there’s no outside referent allowed through the narrow perimeter prison windows to show what life actually is. As a priest or politician, either will be fulfilling enough as long as it’s self-fulfilling. A king who rules over anybody other than himself is just a king of the small pond, no matter how large it appears to be. All are forbidden to be kings of themselves—they are coerced to dress in clothes of many fashions, including tattoos and jewelry. Public undressing is usually an act of coercion or somehow other absorbed into the culture industry Adorno’s thing about dissenters/protesters being absorbed by the totality.
Maybe this perverted mode of thinking is itself originated from perverted circumstances which deny both effective fight and flight. Perverted almost as if by an agent (perhaps agency is relative, and our lack of it does give our infrastructure some degree of it?).
Perhaps domesticated humans aren’t animals anymore, but not because we are something elevated as many stories we tell ourselves would indicate. No, animals are said to have the fight or flight response, but humans usually have neither, and just bow down and “wish it were Friday”. Looking forward to recess, or looking back to recess, because the present is so intolerable. What a social contract we have signed on to…
Edit: I’m going to babble more: Life is largely un-examined when we focus on the individual we find a narrowing of choices because we have narrowed life down to a single cell, we have chosen the part over the whole. the noun life refers to an individual human’s experiences to the negation and detriment to the wider range of life, but also so too to that individual human’s. We will never reach the experience of hell because our very ability to experience anything of great depth is constantly being compromised by the dumbing and numbing wreak of our own shit (and I’m referring to our possessions)… depression isn’t sadness, it’s the being weighed down.
it’s not the lack of feeling with depression that has people kill themselves, it’s an acute feeling of the oppression of things like depression, or like something dubbed “mania” that speaks to how life could and should be, but how it is not actually being lived. depression is adaptation through downgrading to a hopeless situation, unfortunately we’re not built and taboos don’t allow hibernation, but other animals do pretty well in handling their depression, they medicate it with sleep and a quiet vegetative state. We try to make it some metaphysical and physical thing which needs to be overcome by medical technology, but really it is just the geo-forces way of trying to balance us, but we resist balance as evidenced by so many of the things we entertain and make part of our daily lives.
Oh and I did want to say and am not sure If I did say it above, that running from problems will weaken the problem immensely, as a hostless disease, so long as your not running on the treadmill that changes scenery but not the grounding.
Our problems got to the strength and embodiment that they currently wield precisely because we haven’t run from them in the past. They’ve grown as we’ve stayed to tend their furnaces always putting ample new fuel in. Concretely, if humans did all leave the planet, and ran from this place we’ve made such a problem, the planet would surely heal our deep wounds, and wouldn’t be a problem for us when we returned. It might be more appropriate to say such a thing would be our planet running from us, making us so dissatisfied as to eject us through persuasion of ugliness.
Oh and this post I found aggravating and representative of the cliches that so anger me:
I don’t know where the timeline would begin for this (1998?), but we are certainly in full swing of multiple death incidents which are murder-suicides. I won’t say it is universally true because I’m sure it isn’t, but with many of these incidents I think there is a unique phenomenon occurring which I will dub suiciding. The husband who kills his children, mother, and wife, before himself, is not hateful of these people, nor is he simply having a bad day. He is an individual who has a sense—probably distorted and over blown, but having a kernel of truth nonetheless—of the lack of environmental support for the human species. He may see his individual suicide as selfish and unfruitful, so he finds those he has care for—whether a long term family relation and/or an immediate sense of human unity with a stranger passing by—and decides to commit their suicide for them. This is not simply the act of a kamikaze or terrorist because the victims of the massacre are not viewed as the enemies, but truly as people who need to be saved.
We know from an important and, I think, relevant microcosm that suicide by itself happens when a particular entity is not getting what it needs from it’s environment; human blood cells that don’t have the proper amounts of critical cholesterols and other “ingredients” destroy themselves, scattering their parts in the blood stream (Seneff, lecture/interview). Another example is that in times of war parents in besieged situations (actual or perceived) kill their children and then sometimes themselves. The mammal kingdom of which we are a part has ample examples of infant cannibalism as directly resulting from environmental stressors (hamsters, polar bears). So even though no official war is going on, many people feel highly under siege—just think of road rage as one of a plethora of examples that display these tensions.
If our society goes on as it does, these mass killings will too, and many of them will not be prejudiced hate crimes or a person merely “losing it”. These shootings are endemic to modern technologically oppressive civilization (and the more general oppression by metals). Until humans have the environmental support that they need, this will unfortunately be remaining with us. Environmental support doesn’t have to necessarily be a primitivist revolution (though I like this solution the best), but merely group and individual psychotherapy can provide a great deal of support that is already lacking for such embattled individuals.
Hannibal has spoken… (but is he just projecting?)
Lucid Living: (Important) Tendons Of The Organic Trance TotalityL
Trance as a name for a musical category is a misnomer, as it doesn’t put us into a surreal context, it pulls us out of one! Our daily surreality (or should it be sub-reality?), imposed by an unhappy and mediated world, dissipates like a contrail, and we are left with a clarity that is unmistakably real. Any haze that remains has a laser plane shone through it that highlights its organic curvature, beholden to no structural logic that would normally draw our focus a la our capitalized and technologiized societies. The experience we have gradually draws all of our bodies into motion (as they should be given our biological predispositions). Feel free… to listen to the exquisitely titled “fake awake” as you suffer through my breaches with logic.
Sweep The Filter: Towards A Revisceration Of Im-media
Trance allows the real world (that is, the cold technologized world) that we have now to enter in elements such as filtered down sounds. Through acts such as filtering and amplification, trance is displaying in sound what all mediums in our over mediated world really do. Mediums don’t add anything to vitality—they strip away many surrounding overtones to give a very contrived, weak, and alienating connection; a controlled and corrupted connection. Trance utilizes this feature which we as the captive victims from civilization’s domesticating modalities (as in Stockholm Syndrome) are so allured to, and then it quickly yet gradually adds back the wholesome tones. It does this perhaps (because not all trance ingeniousness need be the same) through both a filter sweep in the single lead, and a volume sweep through the larger movement of the full orchestration, all instruments choosing to be in full interrelation as cells of a body. Before this unity, in the previous minutes of the song, the individualized or cliquey instruments were all introduced as powerful yet fiercely independent and essentially lacking to reach their full potential (though still beautiful if the composer chose the elements correctly).
The domesticated sounds from before the breakdown are then all transformed through synthetic combination and amplification that lay out a path for all of we freedom seekers to leave our alienated pigeon holes of reified experience. Trance does all this—it displays our cages naked, then it melts our chains, and then finally we are guided in the art of flying.
When the song is in full swing, there is the overflowing of emotion and energy, and the rhythm sings to all of our emotions and speaks to all that is neglected and marginalized in our current world. It recognizes the waking reality that we feel, but it takes us in waking life in to the literal dreams that we have of rebecoming the animals that we were so intended by a mutualistic natural milleu. Animals that are so free we wouldn’t even call them human. Indeed, there would be no suggestion, no impetus, no need to call…
Only the most brilliant trance songs have us climb up the mountain and jump off the world. Most fall short and return us to earth, elevated perhaps but still as caged animals. The select songs (or the songs that select us) are the matchmakers to wed our true dreams with a truer reality. It would be wrong to say it was goD’s music, but not so to say the music of gods.
L – As the title suggests, this piece is a tendon, or element, of a larger philosophical expose that I have kept caged up for almost a decade. It has overgrown its cage many times, and I thought I’d give it some play time now. May that time come soon, if not in writing then in the unleashing of the bottled up organic forces of difference that we suppress in lieu of conformity.
We cannot take for granted the human mental activity termed analysis, that is grouped, tightly or loosely, with rationality, logicality, and often Procrustean binarism. Where did such violent patterns of thought arise from to be a mainstay of the modern human experience? Thought patterns that have a curious mind pondering, and ultimately encouraging a body—or many bodies—to enact such blood spilling dissections of the natural world. To get at a plausible answer, I believe we must use another mental activity still afforded us (i.e. imagination?) that can have us walking in some earlier, less or even pre-analytical time. Perhaps if we use such an imaginative temporal transportation adequately, we can see the peculiar analytical flap of the butterfly’s wings that rippled into the hurricane of analytic violence that so consumes the human psyche and the wider world we have today compacted.
The Stark Natural Impurity of Purities
Purities are the fruits ripest for a mind to cling to and ponder to develop an analytic binary: that which is the pure thing, and the impure milieu defined as a background to surrounding the pureness. To get at such pure fruit, we could take our imaginations back temporally to the experience of an early migratory human in a forest gathering tinder for a fire. Such an activity is not unimaginable though it probably displays a crude understanding of paleolithic life; nevertheless, it will serve as a starting point.
We should pose the question: what in that forest environment was pure enough to stand out from the rest that she would take particular note to develop a discourse to pass on to others? The only “thing” that I can think of (but perhaps your imagination will afford you a better example) that is pure and startling enough to wrench her from her gathering task would be her stumbling upon a recently dead body of another human. Such a drastic encounter would probably force her, after much emotional processing, to conceptualize death as something other than life. The purely differentness of death from daily living would stand out to any having their first encounter. From this simple life-death binary it is possible that if she didn’t suppress the whole experience out of a traumatic response, that she would then be opened to seeing death in non-human entities as well, such as a fallen tree, animals she might eat, and so on.
This life-death binary is a possible beginning to the analysis we have inherited mentally, culturally, institutionally today, but I would like to problematize that such an event could actually have had the staying power to grow into the scientific and philosophical knives with which we currently dice up reality. I don’t think a single concept—even one as shaking as death—could pull a migratory people into developing a particularly divisive language and an educational culture dedicated to replicating such ideas in the minds of their children and grandchildren. I see such primal occurrences, if they happened at all, as likely to be ripples that returned to the ocean; carcasses left behind to decay as the migration pushed forward, away from a previous locale.
The Relaxed Acceleration of the Western Analytic Mind
The particular analysis we of the westernized world have inherited must have an origin of sorts, and one place I would posit as distinctly possible is in the Pre-Socratic philosophizing of ancient Greece. A sea such as the Ionian (or Aegean) offers itself as such an analytic purity to the mind of one not interested in empiricism, who is not attuned to the subtleties of catching fish or other nautical pursuits. Thales—a name for a thinking (wo)man or group of thinking (wo)men—was just such a person who had a privileged position, including the leisure time to gaze at water and conceptualize it as a purity. After finding this pure fluid mixed in with other substances—not least of which would have been fruit—Thales went on to posit that this purity of water was what made up everything. Though no documentary evidence exists, it is quite possible that among a small group there was a fervor of thought and activity exploring this idea that water composed everything, and there were many fruits and animals slain (blood would be evidence), and wells dug, in the search of proof of waters omni-presence. This idea of a purity certainly impressed itself on the minds of these specific characters, and their bodily actions were sure to complement their thinking patterns. Out of Thales came other ontological originary elemental positings (air, fire) by the Ionian school that favored different purities for different reasons.
Thus oneness was posited in the minds of a particular place that would genealogically endure, and a few generations later “twoness” would arise from Plato and any proto-Platonists on the scene. Again, empiricism is sheltered out for it is damaging to the rational categories so constructed by the philosopher. History tells us of a marching forward of these ideas that would not be stamped out by the Persian Empire, nor defeated by the Carthaginians, nor permanently lost to the middle ages. We are the inheritors of such a tradition, but we are also those who could freely choose a different path, and to let go of analytics if we so dared, not using paths blazed before us that direct our activities forward.
There is an ontological, non-historical explanation for binaries/analysis which is forthcoming.
Appendage of Scattered Notes/Ideas:
modern work doesn’t enable an excess of leisure, being of a particular class of efficiency that we can have leisure as a byproduct. No, it was during leisure time that modern work tasks were codified in the mind and then later put into practice that now have us all toiling in varying degrees.
analytics are not created/initiated in the brain. They are purities in the external world, like “blueness”, straight edges, create the idea of analytics. Comes from purities, from a lack of sensitization; but if we are just open to our senses…
violent slashings create an idea of objects and geometry that must have been somewhere available in the greeks. They must have been looking at the sky too much.
If you live in the United States where the topsoil is quickly eroding and the topsoil that does remain is severely mineral depleted—low zinc and magnesium, to mention two of the most important—you are more susceptible to the negative effects of stress. This current phase of civilization we are suffering through is also particularly stressful, I’d argue, as we all have to endure the certain sense that comes with this slow wither; it’s pulling us all down, even if we aren’t fully sure why or from where it’s coming.
The societal decadence is realized in humans most directly by a function of our awful (SAD) diets. The food that you are (not) eating has a very big impact on your body. Take a lesson from animals, and think about any animal besides humans and how getting food is what their lives revolve around, and how they will drop everything for a chance at food. We are not prioritizing food enough—especially quality food—and we need to each change when we are healthy enough that a few years of proper eating can heal us without the need for debilitating western medical interventions. As for our relation to animals, we need training from them because the domestication of humans has pulled us so far from our olde animalistic patterns.
Instead of me regurgitating more cud for you to chew on, it’s better you go to the greener pastures to read what you have been missing:
Every other large mammal in a seasonal climate has made the adaption for the months adjacent to their winter solstice—so why don’t we? Living deciduously and sleeping can solve so many of our personal and civilization problems.
Seasonal affective disorder, a form of depression, makes people feel depressed and less alive; and ultimately, we are less alive. The cure is in the symptom—feeling tired. Maybe instead of thinking that sleep feeds in to the depression and that we need to fight it off, tiredness should be thought of as a natural annual response. Maybe our dreams are where we find the warm sunlight, I know mine are.
Instead of daylight’s saving—a lame commentary on the inability for people to structure their local lives in even the most basic sense—so that we can be pointlessly toiling inside while its sunny and healthy outside, we should have our schedules revolve around getting the most sunlight we can. It might be said that our economy doesn’t work that way, but isn’t it obvious that our economy isn’t working for us now anyways? The economy doesn’t need “jump starting,” rather it needs time to cool down so that it is in sync with the planets resources and energy abilities. Sleeping takes a low number of calories, which would mean we could do a lot better with a lower amount of calories available that seasonally grow. Instead of wasting energy freezing and preserving loads of food for the winter season, we could just eat less and sleep more.
Anyways, food for thought, not for wasting energy.