My Thoughts Inexactly: R is for Recurring, otra vez

Laws are the blind spot of justice.

When a person is frugal the belt is tightened around their waste; when a corporation is frugal the belt is tightened around another’s neck. We haven’t executed any corporations, but they’ve executed plenty of us.

A politician echoes the interests of those 18 years and older who might vote; a leader hears the interests of those 17 years and younger who may never vote.

If a thing has no intrinsic value, then its propagation is sure to do intrinsic harm on the value of others.

You teach a man to fish and he eats forever; you give a man his fish and you choose when he starves.

To take the lesser of a great evil as your friend is to be your own enemy.

The life energy isn’t hidden, we hide ourselves from it.

We can roll with the punches, but when it comes to cars and guns, we cannot so easily roll with them. At best we can survive their rolling on us.

Watch for the hidden prick hiding behind the veneer of a safety pin.

If your revolution has few elements of joy contained within as viewed from the perspective of its vanguard, then what power does it have to attract a full investment on the part of the rest of the society? Harken to the words of Red Emma regarding dance, and dare not conflate joy with the ephemeral and empty promises of possessions that keep misery in oscillation.

Self-absorption is the implosion of any space for a self to emerge.

A martyr is usually co-opted by a prime institution of power of which the martyr’s death was essentially in opposition to. Jesus’s co-optation by the Church is just such an example we can witness today.

The touch screen is mightier than the pen is mightier than the sword is mightier than the lot of us; what increasing sophistication cages us these sunless days.

Civilization has maimed us and so civilization has named us. Regrowth is not precluded, and injury is not death! Fight back with all that remains, and gift yourself a nom de guerre—a name such that within is symbolized your war against naming itself.

A man robs a bank and the man is imprisoned; a bank robs the world and the world is imprisoned.

Lack of a refuge does not erase the refugee. Erasing a house does not erase the home if a group is shouldered by the tribal.

That which you get used to you will inevitably get used by.

That which milks you today will surely bleed you tomorrow, and the milk is starting to run dry; as a matter of fact, so is the blood.

Crooked by 360 degrees is what it is to be straight.

Necessity itself is an invention, but it is an insult to all others to regard it as mother.

Those involved with Christianity are mostly X-centric. Happier to dwell on the death of a great man and its ramifications for them personally as opposed to the life of a great man and what it exemplifies as a corrective to the western way of being.

A fish out of the water is today’s dinner, and a human off the land is tomorrow’s breakfast.

Police yourself with the laws of an oppressive society, and you are under the dome of the state; police yourself with your own laws, and you are living in freedom. So says a Kantian anarchist.

I pledge allegiance to liberty and justice for all. Quietly protest the rest, with gusto!

The primary difference between capitalism and fascism is the spelling.

Animals so free we wouldn’t even call them human; thoughts so free we couldn’t even recall them.

Government for the masses will always suffer from a staff infection, and its bureaucracies will always be the most resistant to treatment.

Our fears for our health in this life allows entry for the parasitical medical industrial complex, just as our fears for our health in the after life allows entry for the religious industrial complex. What unadulterated life is there to turn towards but a fearless life?

Sitting is hard to get around in these sedentary traps we have set ourselves. Fight the paradox—rise up, and take a stand!


Related Previous Aphorism Posts:

R is for Recurring

R is for Resisting

notes 4 today: 2016-12-05 (Contrarian Thoughts On The Origins Of Our Domestication; Awake By Nightmare; The Naked Capitalist Poem; Lpha Male)

title: Contrarian Thoughts On The Origins Of Our Domestication (rough outline and collection of notes)
Working Title: Conquering Civilization

Mostly in reaction to those who rely for their theories of the past purpotedly on the ideas from Chalice and the Blade, a work I will probably never make the time to read (but perhaps have read to me on audiobook?)

Responses to the presentations of the arguments unloaded on me after declaring that I thought humans were best suited for nomadic lifestyle:

Home is where the people are no longer. Home is now a house, as fulfillment of the sedentary.

the idealistic idea that out of sitting comes sharing (a sharing circle), forgets that for a land to be presumed to be shared, beforehand it must be claimed. Rousseau was mostly right when he said “this is mine” is the origin of inequality, but it wasn’t spoken with the mouth, it was spoken with the body that ceased to migrate in favor of the sedentary.

the empiric (empire-ing?) people, the conquers, were the vector to spread the disease of civilization, but were not the disease itself. Sedentary people were the disease, the adaptation to a climate in which required them to overuse natural resources outside of themselves without fully returning the surplus, but hoarding it. Hoarding it, possibly, was not out of greed, but out of the lack they had by in so being sedentary created in their ecological surroundings. They created a structure (an infrustructure, if you will)

the stagnant living arrangement that lacked a constant source of food required that these people HAD to develop new sources of foods. Sitting around made them impoverished both in body/mind and in food store. They had to develop new enzymes (that correlate roughly with blood type indicators), whether they were in a moderately seasoned river valley or a harsher climate with winter die-backs and deciduous dominated plant life.
It wasn’t that they wanted to cultivate crops…

standing in great contrast to the notion that civilization is called the beginning of great surplus, these original settlers didn’t expand their palette to attain new foods and expand the omnivoric repetoir through blood adaptation that enhanced their ability to eat food. They HAD to adapt or die because their lack of a sustainable diet, one that could not be provided were they to not continue moving and following herds and frequenting diverse food spots

agriculture and empires are about innate land not being sufficient for the human animal.


title: Awake By Nightmare (meme)

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title: The Naked Capitalist (poem)

Remove the consumer
leave the capitalist naked
without us self-enslaving
the capitalist can’t make it

Buy wisely
don’t buy wiser
wisdom as commodity
profit to the miser


title: Lpha Male

The lpha male(s) is the one that will come to lead a people out of a trapped territory. He makes the hard but real choice to not consolidate power (both power within himself and power over his group) but to spread it across a trajectory that is directionally tending to the place and future that needs to be bridged to. This is sacrificial stance is in stark contrast to an alpha male, who is a conservative force that rules through violence and tradition and the passivity of others; the lpha male is a dominant but not dominating figure who is a natural leader, not a throne room whore.

Such figures are what the embattled and trapped human need, not for a taste of a quasi-fascism, but precisely as an escape route where fascism has already compromised the minds and bodies of many.

And the lpha male need not be a male, either—in any new or traditional sense—and is just as likely of another gender, or a spirit shared across many persons.

The Desynchronization & Disenchantment Of The Human Relationship To Trees

Trees fruiting and providing hominids with their needs in ephemeral fashion would have been one of the many wondrous dimensions that existed in the backdrop of our ancestor’s primal experience in the forests. If edible fruit were on the tree or on the ground, they were eaten, and if there were no immediate availability, the group moved on, probably forgetting all but the vaguest ideas of that particular time and locale. The intervening time when the hominids were off exploring other realms, keeping their migration and eating rhythm constant but with alterations in food flavors and colors, trees would continue on through the other portions of their seasonal cycles, fulfilling their own oscillations of generation and reproduction. Because this relationship had to be sustainable—just like with any ecosystemic relationship—the efficiency of hominid migratory trajectories had to coincide with the harvestable time ranges for a given locale and they would usually land on a place that had some food to keep them going. In this way, hominids were the spatially moving targeteers aiming at a stationary but temporally dynamic target. Symbiosis could be maintained as long as hominids had a broad enough range to spread out their needs for immediate and ephemeral food sources, or if they were in small enough groups to not need too wide of a range (perhaps the latter possibility is where some original conceptual dissonance between trees and humans could have emerged).

Why Did This Relationship Sour?

Above is painted a crude but sufficient description of millions of years when hominids and protohominids migrated in seasonal sync with an adequately large territory to produce a sustainable pattern and enduring ecosystem; they wouldn’t have had a ripe possibility to conceptually analyze a single tree down to a banal object. It must be supposed that changes happened to disrupt or alter hominid migration rhythms to where they were now stranded on a new island formed by natural disaster, or a drought or year of great plenty concentrated them in a smaller or restricted area; or, another supposition is that the proto-humans chose to stay in a particular area (because of cultural developments?). Whatever the reason(s), and whether they be listed here or not, occurring alone or in concert, there eventually emerged enduring changes in how humans came to regard trees in quite a different light, which at base was resultant from new rhythms in the interactions between the humans and the forests.

Specific individual trees, as well as specific tree species, would have been normalized in the human experience like never before. With a more localized (less nomadic) living situation, we would have been in proximity to the trees for a longer part of their seasonal cycle, and would now come to behold uninteresting (or too interesting, to be explained later) slow changes in trees when they weren’t providing us with fruit. Those parts of the human mind that ask “what more can I get out of this?” would be activated, wondering what other uses a tree has since they are frustratingly slow in offering their fruits again. Normalization would allow trees to become deleveraged, banal objects, offering themselves to creative manipulation. A tree becomes its wood, its bark, and its possibilities as dead wood to grow fruiting mushroom bodies; a tree also becomes magical, seeming to have some spirit that causes something seemingly unchanging to change. A tree caste system might have emerged, where privileged trees (those seemingly more productive for human ends) would be favored, fostered, even worshiped and bestowed with qualities that weren’t actual. This unbalancing comes to show the twofold danger with this new unsustainable relationship to trees: trees would not only be analytically regarded sometimes as the sum of their parts, they also might have parts added on to their whole, imposing a foggy dogmatism and cultural evolution that would retard and stray humans further from an appropriate ecosystemic relationship to trees.

Summarization of the Problem

By a higher dose of interaction with specific trees that allowed their normalization/banalization by the concept-heavy humans, humans would come to add mediations to the observably slower plants around them that would come to blockade an accurate relationship. Trees would have both an elevated and diminished role in the minds of the humans who would dwell for long times in their presence, ranging from deities to mere timber resources. Forests could not be left to their own devices, as we see now with either preservation (including the non-passive interaction of burn suppression and “pest” removal) management, or with deforestation in to timber and building sites.

Wandering Where To Go

There are no forests unmapped, left to vague enchantment, as distinctly different from the interaction of our deep ancestors. There are options to not look at the maps, and not be entwined with all the forays of human industry and knowledge and to allow the original and unmediated enchantment enter when going on an adventure. I think we all still have the capacity to feel this as evidenced by the distinctly different feelings of being in a whole new place. To reclaim our minds from the doldrums of banalization, we ought to keep travelling before normalization sets in—movement is its own end… endlessness is its own end! If we step back, and keep stepping back, we can allow the rest of life on Earth to heal itself and then we will find simultaneously many of our wounds—physical and psychological—to be healing themselves too. A sedentary lifestyle for such a powerful, non-sedentary animal as humans, puts in peril the whole project of life on Earth.

 

My Thoughts Inexactly: E is for Escalating

The caged bird might not sing so much if the cage could force its voice in to a monotone.

If the body is allowed to wander the mind can wander with it, not away from it as is the norm of the sedentary lifestyle.

It is very common to know a lie, it is not very common to know that it is a lie.

Stage 4 is progress over stage 3, as voiced by the cancer holding the microphone.

The pen is mightier than the sword is mightier than the lot of us; what devious advancements we’ve made in devising cages for ourselves.

Fight becomes constant when flight is uprooted from a nomadic turned static animal.

If you can’t make heads or tails of something, perhaps it has successfully taken you beyond the cash nexus.

Forgetting the victims of the past is to forget oneself—whether a sad memory of the past or the future, their end and ours is only a matter of time. Awareness moves Chronos aside as the great god of motion.

Death is not a moment, it is a lifetime of moments lost.

Having all the money in the world can be a nice dream, but having money in all the world is a nightmare, one that we have not yet awoken from.

“There is nobody who cares for the Earth” is not a lamentation about the present—it is a future reality if the Earth is robbed of the ability to support life. Suicide disguised as theft, theft disguised as progress.

Let the clouds bring the rain down, not bring you down.

An eye’s blind spot can get you killed, an intellectual blind spot can have you killing others without seeing them.

Money would be the most obvious of abstractions were it not constantly being thrown in our faces and rubbed on our genitals, supplanting our very deepest desires.

Full spectrum dominance is a low-point for all involved, including the dominators.

If you give up on today in the hopes of a miracle tomorrow, chances are you will get neither. Tomorrow is built by today, but so too is it destroyed.

The only thing easier than stealing candy from a baby is selling candy to a baby, especially the old babies that are hopelessly addicted and are passed the stage of learning the value of what they are trading away. The house and cars made of gingerbread still allure Hansel and Gretel 200 years older but none the wiser.

That so many think that more government is needed around us shows how advanced the disease of being governed is within us.

You are not all alone in feeling all alone; in truth it is the main way in which we are all together. Most westerners only hope to pair off—larger intimate groupings are only attempted in the dark places, and so when light returns so does the policing of the self.

Our journey to the ad absurdum has us gaining pounds and shedding the critical faculties necessary to even understand the endpoint we are driving to. If you do not tremble, you do not yet get that we have gone far too far.

To be optimistic when there is no context to support it is to overlook the negative sign at the beginning of a large sum.

Property and money are the prison, the oligarchs merely the current prison guards. Overthrowing the oligarchs usually results in new guards, as there are always some prisoners who tire of the walled courtyard and would happily trample fellow inmates to ascend to a guard tower. However, power does not reside chiefly in those shifting personalities but the inherited prison structures dressed up in flags, laws, and propaganda that speaks of liberty.

Can we be considered to be failing our grandchildren if our actions preclude their even being born?

Analytic philosophy is but a euphemism for dis-continental philosophy, a philosophy that breaks every holism in to discrete islands to then push down in to the ocean. It drowns to spite the air, but only spites itself as unimpressed continental philosophers breathe from a well grounded position of authentic introspection.

Related Previous Posts:

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/08/07/my-thoughts-inexactly-g-is-for-gathering/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/07/20/my-thoughts-inexactly-z-is-for-zeroing/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/07/04/my-thoughts-inexactly-l-is-for-lamenting/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/07/02/lternate-lphabet-lliteration-training-regimen/

https://subversesjournal.wordpress.com/2016/06/28/my-thoughts-inexactly/

The Mental Collapsing into the Detrimental: Civilization’s Abuse of Memory

I want to focus this post around what is happening (and what is not happening) for your brain a la civilization, to tease out the profound subtle effects on the human experience of the world. To be sure, it would be wrong to equate subtle effects with small effects when discussing the human experience of the world. Noticeably large effects/complaints of modern society, such as too much pavement, too much time being demanded by employment, too many advanced weapons, not enough sleep, too many diploma mills, too many abbreviations, “etc.”, are arguably less detri-mental than what is happening inside our craniums. As normal as these noticeable (and bland) phenomena have become, it’s the subtle structures of our brain that are more fragile to the totality of civilization—or civilization’s lack of a totality—that need consideration.

Learned helplessness? “It’s not like it hurts,” is what a teacher might say to reason with a student who is refusing to read a textbook, or write down some notes. Such mental “activities” as reading and writing, computing math problems, searching analytically for patterns using the tools of human reason and logic, might be painful to the youth who haven’t yet numbed their instincts in favor of the platitudinal thinking heralded by civilization; pain can perhaps be translated as depression, a phenomenon occurring at an alarming rate for youth. Small pains are always manifesting themselves, but are we ever learning from the pain, or just learning to ignore it? The pain of the daily annoyances, the daily headaches (literally), and the daily drudgery—whether at the student level, the cubicle level, or the factory level—can point us to a much deeper issue: what is the purpose of memory, and are we using memory in the way it was evolved to be used? Is memory a repository for factoids, a static hard drive to park hoards of separate data bits? Based on the function (and dysfunction) of memory in the modern age, I would argue in earnest it is not. The fact that we require hard drives external from our brains is not only evidence that we have too many particulates in our world, but also that we are using our memory in a way (to track and categorize particulates) that it was never evolved to do.

We have come to a situation where we have simultaneously overburdened and underburdened the memory regions of our brain, just as we have analogously done with our digestive systems—we are eating far too many vegetable fats and grain based products soaked in pesticides and far too few game meats and pre-agricultural vegetable and fruit. Homo sapiens and our cousins in the homo genus have historically most always been migratory wanderers, and so it would make sense that our memories would be optimized for and crave such adventurous, changing circumstances that would beset a prehistorical nomad. Nowadays, our brains are not being fed the stimuli they evolved to be fed. They still work of course, but not in the optimum, which is why we never quite feel at our best. The exception being those fleeting moments when something—like a fragrance on the breeze—hits us and grounds us in a place where we feel so much more alive.

In memory of muscles. Our bodies are built to migrate through a constantly renewing cycle of different fauna at different seasons that brings us truly into the present, where there is no anxiety to escape, no anxiety to doubt whether or not we are supposed to be there. Our brain is merely one of many essential body parts in the conscious travel of our bodies through the diverse landscapes. These days, we so frequently turn/sprain our ankles not because of a random poorly placed hole on the landscape, but because there are so few bumps in a road, paved smooth for the benefit of machines, not necessarily to the benefit of the human body. New technologies aren’t progressing us, they are being applied to keep the context exactly the same, which is why our bodies atrophy. Even though it might serve as a remedy, think about how dire the situation is that treadmills exist—machines that keep you keep you moving but not going anywhere. That’s not wind you feel when you are on the conveyor belt, it’s Sisyphus trying to smack you for your unwitting mockery.

The ideas of stagnant property—of staying put, of living within a limited range—have become so normalized, so disablingly comfortable, that roaming is both impractical and dangerous. We are so far from following the seasons, of maneuvering to stay in the spring and summer, and instead are stuck in a place of just accepting and enduring the fall and winter. We have taken the passive role, of letting change happen to us and then reacting, rather than being the agents of our own change.

I want to here postulate the following statement that seems intuitively possible, but I cannot find a rationale—maybe its lack of rationality that makes it true for life—to fully ground it:

Memory is typically viewed as existing for recalling the past, but its real potency is when it is fully activated in the present through activation of the senses available to the (human) animal.

In other words, memory is fully existing in the present without distracting/taking-us-away from the present. An example of this might be when a fresh breeze hits your nose through an ascending grove, and the smell and degree of moisture hints at a new fauna’s choosing to flower; you make your way through the brush towards the flower, avoiding the thorny bushes without looking at them, none of this activity requiring a pause to ponder questions like “where did I feel this before?” Memory in its full form asks and answers for you, not serving to distract the larger body in which it’s embedded.



The Abuse (misuse) of Memory: Addendum

So I was originally going to title this whole post merely “the abuse of memory”, and I was going to have a secondary meaning to the title being related to the following picture, but then I changed the title, though I still feel that this is the right place for my commentary on the Armenian Genocide:

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So, this post could have been framed in such a way to be critical of cultural efforts to use what happened in the past to mobilize people via guilt/anger to do some bidding in the present or future. Using and reminding people to access their cultural memory in order to squeeze funds out of them or their efforts, or even just their recognition in which they may bask. I’m not sure I want to fully levy these criticisms on this church’s efforts to raise awareness of the 100 year anniversary of the genocide, but I do feel there is something that smacks of marketing and propaganda, though I just can’t quite get at what it is.