Finally.
Is this true? There are no acidic poisons?
Definitely an interesting theory. But, it would have had to develop before the humans murderous (poisoning) nature arose. I suppose it could be a way of distinguishing natural poisons. And one must also consider the cultural differences in taste. The orientals eat some god-awful shit. And many herbs which animals live on are bitter. Never thought about it, do animals have taste buds? All animals? I know there's a particular parasite among fish that will eat their tongues and then move in to replace it... Anyway, most fish swallow their food whole, so it's moot.
True, the Asian tonge is an odd one. Sushi, scorpion, feline, cat...who knows what other nighmares visit that horrendous place we call the Asian Mouth?
We could speak of poisons here..but it'd be way off topic. I'll leave it alone, however tantalizing.
(Just one thing- the funnel spider, native to Australia. Consider this: it has one of the deadliest poisons on this planet, but a dog, a cat, or a parakeet bitten by one is the same as either you or I bitten by a mosquito. Not a damn thing. But let this spider sting either a chimp, an ape or a human and it becomes a nervous breakdown. Why? The ape is genetically predisposed to be vulnerable- and its the only the species in our family that's vulnerable to this posion. God I love practical jokes)
But more on this later. On to the goodies:
You discussion in the other thread was based around language. As is this one in a different way. I understand the concept that early language was carefully constructed for a specific purpose. And then once it had reached a certain point it became self-maintaining. No conscious thought had to be focused upon it to maintain it. So, early humanity advanced and the language advanced with it. At a later date, when man was given a bit of leisure, he began to examine things other than was his wont before. Early humanity used pattern finding in it's ceaseless migrations. It was used to determine where food, water, and shelter might be found. It was also used in the social contract. It was used to determine the patterns within the group, who stood higher than who. Who was nice. Who was mean.
So, all these structures were built up within the brain to perform wholely practical tasks. Yet, as these structures grew, the addiction to patterns grew as well. It was an evolutionary benefit to be a good pattern-finder. It promoted life for the individual and the group. There was emotional feedback in pattern-finding. When someone successfully solved a riddle, found food in a barren landscape, determined which female he was able to mate with (and countless others), he received a jolt of pleasure from his emotional centers.
So, there came a time when this pattern-finding was even turned upon the emotional feedback which sustained it. I think that this is where religion was born
PRESTO.
It grew parallel with him, this new tool (languge), and in his use of it it migrated
into his body so that it became something of an emotion- like love- and by doing so inherited the almost mystical untouchablity we feel when aiming to define something like love.
You, however, feel religion came first and then magic, which to me would be wrong but more on that later. I want you to see the pattern:
Symbolism-> language->Animism->magic->religion.
See? I know there is trouble communicating with this fucking medium but I really want you to see this before starting, just so that the fog clears:
Magic would be the transition of awe for object (animism) to awe for the charlattan that makes magic. And the prole gets lost in the tranlation process becuase the concrete is stolen from him and generalized into slippery abstractions. The way a little girl gets duped by the abstract eyewash of Kant- she wants to look smart so she swallows his philosophy without tasting. And this, to me, is the making of religion. A culmination.
See?
That out of the way:
This is neurosis unless I confuse my terminology. (I'm an amateur and yield to your far-greater book knowledge.) Mental illness. Where did this feeling come from? Come to think of it where did this voice inside come from? This looking inwards sparked a chain of thoughts that leads inevitably to religious concepts.
So glad you said neurosis! Godamn you!
The SuperEgo is what binds men internally with a 'second self' that dominates all his doing. One.
This second self is an illusion felt closest as a mental voice. Two.
This is where I made a mistake and why my thoughts on it grew- its not the turning in to find an inner voice there that
made religion or sparked it.
Rather, this voice inside, this second self we all feel attached to our psyche is what
prolongs something like religions and ensures its vitality with a thing we all feel as "Guilt".
Remember always those three properties of language that have, in my theory, made Gullt and Fear so prosperous:
Displacement
Recursion
Vicariousness.
All have their benefits, but as in any Shakesperean drama or Greek myth, they each have their catch and its downfall.
Still with me?
Diplacement allows us to talk about things that do not exist or no longer do, yet allows us this wonderful ease we have in conceptualizing objects and its permitted us the tapping into Earth's secrets to tame her. Its permitted Science- we've never "seen" electrons but look at the wonders we've done with them. This is the good in it.
But the bad in it is that this very property has also allowed us to misplace our sense of control by filling the world with spirits and abstracts and thus exaggerated our fears in the doing. A man can now speak of the deceased and the dreaming about them solidifies this fear. Animal fear that was once immediate corrupts into a vast expansion so loud with horror that it fills a man's brain with abstracts which he feels talismans keep at bay.
And here, good sir, is the birth of superstition.
Think religion en utero.
Recursion allows us to go *in* to examine the wonder we are and its codified a moral system around which we all gravitate peacufully (theoretically). That's the good in it. But its also allowed the brain to run at the mouth (headnoise) and I won't be the first to point out that the most troubled men on earth secretly drowning in a swamp of their own introspections and thoughts have been philosphers of some sort that either fought or gave in to their mania.
Empedocles, Neitszche, Weininger, Holinger...give or take.
And so debuts psychological torture- who will show me which other animal revels in prolonged sadism? You'll show me a cat with his mouse, but the cat is not fueled by the knowing his prey suffers its torments. To that cat, this game is much like you playing a video game shooting down digital men in cold blood: a practice in skill with the mind of your prey never entering yours.
I, however, would relish every last second knowing my enemies suffer. This too I believe a consequence of language.
Vicariousness allows one to empathize, furthering the cause for morality. That's the good in it.
The bad in it is its allowence for Other minds to haunt us, in the same way the simple knowing that his beloved exists haunts the lover in his dreams and his waking hours despite his beloved not there anywhere near his body and so, technically speaking, his beloved does not exist. Think God.
The lover suffers this vicariousness the way our Buddhists and Kabballists suffers the hauting of their minds by their mentors.
The way a Christian has been allowed to walk in Jesus' shoes (vicariousness) and put to sleep at night with Jehovah haunting his dreams.
See?
The good and bad in language- and with language allowed to run away and grow by feeding on historical accidents with our neglecting to document its birth and developement, the bad in it has unleashed on us its demons.
This is what fascinates- to think its that simple.
I think you understand where I'm going with this. Maybe. I've taken myself aside so many times and ground my psyche down to its parts in order to compare it to every living thing on this planet.
The dualists like Descartes would like me to believe I'm both matter and spirit, and the Kabbalist would also.
But am I?
So what sets me apart from the roach and the gerbil became a problem.
So what does?
It was not love that set us apart from 'them'- the canine would starve with its master in this thing we call loyalty.
It was not awareness of death- the elephant stops in its tracks to hold a peer's bones in its trunk and the wolf is heard baying at night when his alphas die.
Its not murder either, as a savage chimp choking on the thrill of the hunt and the capuchin meat its just slaughtered would show.
And its not humor or play or joy, as the theiving magpie and the raven delighting in flight or the puppy would aslo show.
So it is as Anatole France would have it: Lies and literature. Far too simplitstic the way he put it, I know. But I looked around, thought and thougth and picked apart every last fucking piece of human behaviour and kept coming back to laguage and our neglect of her on her birthday.
"Spirit" and "Soul" then became the brain's autobiography of Self it wrote with the language in its memory. A figure of speech playing with gods.
I have a journal entry concerning it, but I feel this will be long and my hands will hurt.
Care to see it?
Hmmm, makes me wonder if I haven't experienced such a trauma... I don't attach cosmic significance to events, but I do tend to see a lot of connections. And I wouldn't say I'm obsessively preoccupied with philosophy and theology. I do find them interesting however. But, I've never kept a journal in my life. I've considered it a time or two, but it never could keep my interest past a couple of entries. I'd be much better off if I did write a journal. Might give me something to refer to search out those tidbits of semi-forgotten lore.
Much better off if you kept one- serves to tame those things flying inside uncontrollably. I have four.
Funny thing how the mention of this particular trauma made you wonder about yourself- I myself sat there looking down at the page and swear on your grandmother it looked like this:
"Patients who have had trauma to the temporal lobes have hei
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ENed emotions and see cosmic significance in trivial events.......they tend to be humorless, full of self-importance and to mantain elaborate diaries that record quoti
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A form of the anthropic principle. Placing human personalities on natural objects. Makes sense. For instance, the earliest cave paintings were likely a form of magic to ensure a good hunt. To capture the image of the animal on the wall is to control the animal itself.
With the advent of photography, many primitive cultures around the world were scared by it. Creating such a perfect image of someone was tantamount to stealing their souls. Voodoo makes use of photographs, if I recall correctly.
Another example of early magic would be the Babylonian magics. I was just delving into the Gilgamesh epic the other day and was going through the methods of translation explanation. It's interesting that the Babylonian language only survived (until it did die, that is) by it's uses in magic. And, it was used wrong. It was used with semitic sentence structure rather than the original. They were basically mundane explanations of what those writing the spell wished to happen. But, the magical nature was expressed in the ancient language in which it was written. It wasn't animism per se, but it did call upon animistic gods to carry out your wishes.
Egyptian hieroglyphs can also lend itself to animism. And, of course, Babylonian evolved from a simpler, picture language. So perhaps the spells described above could be even more animistic than first appearances.
Definitely an interesting line of inquiry.
Any language lends itself to animism , right? What is it? Dead articles we call symbols that aim to caputre life in its linings.
Symbolism, I'm sure you know, isn't limited to our species- let any biologist or horticulturist show you the gestures of a chimp or the waggle dance of a bee or the pretty pinks and yellows of Earth's flowers and symbolism speaks out as the planet's oldest form of communication.
But in the human mind, with its gigantic prefrontal cortex, this odd practice becomes flexible- it took a life of its own and its seems we've mystified it because the language we created from it, like our emotional drives, is so intimately a part of our psyche it is difficult to examine it objectively.
You've said something concering this- more later.
But, these symbols are so powerful that one doesn't even need to steal them. Sometimes they are foisted upon you without the least effort on your part. Did Jesus truly claim to be the messiah or was it foisted upon him? Dave Koresh? Charlie Manson? Jim Jones? At least in these latter three, we know that they did claim the title, but would it have been possible without those sycophants surrounding them? The perpetual ass-lickers, as someone I know has been wont to say (paraphrasing).
The stealing I spoke about was done with our ancestors- the first time that a Cro-Magnum took his tribes nascent culture and distorted it into a system based on fear so that the elders became deified in their burials- that was stealing.
The first time a star gazer looked down no his people desperately dancing for rain and then at that same moment made the connection between moon and tide, his tweaking theirtraditions into a new form of ritual with him mediating it .........was also stealing.
The reductipn of concrete particulars (dancing) into generalized abstractions tangled up with with the awe that these ingorant savages, so to speak, have for this magical man that can predict the tides is what first constituted, to me, a true religion.
One centralized and run by a charlatan.
The first astronomers, then, were con men.
This is what I meant.
You would be burned at the stake in some parts of the world for uttering such heretical statements...
I'll say it in Latin then:
In this, the magic used to do it reached a critical mass, so much that this monstrous bulk exploded to what Man has today- Religion.
Tranlation: Mole ruit sua.
It collapses from its own bigness.
Why? Catholicism is the closest christians can come to magic.
Not really- the American Southeast is sprinkled with thousands of nondescript churches filled with black and white idiots handling snakes, healing, and speaking in tongues.
All of them some other diseased form of Christian- Baptist, Apostolic, blah and blah.
I believe I've heard reference to this before. Perhaps this is the source of my original thoughts on "filling in." This Ramachandran sounds like a bonnie fellow. (I take it that this is also Randi who you were referring to?
No- Ramachandran is a brilliant neurologist. I'll tell you about his miracle of miracles: amputating an amputated limb, if you'd like.
Randi refers to James Randi- a cynical magician.