Baby Lemonade and the Gigolo Aunt (or, Insert Title Here)
Oh come on. You're telling me that you cannot see that selecting the species of which you are a member as the frame of reference is in some way egocentric? What objective argument elevates the human species above dolphins, ants, or sand?
Nature.
I don't know what a dolphin, ant, or elephant
feels. I don't recognize what counts for "thought" among those species. It's not a political "recognition", but a limitation of being human.
The actions of species generally have the result of promoting or reducing the species. Extinction is just as natural a part of evolution as perpetuation; it's just a matter of what one chooses.
But you only have to go as far as your television set (TLC, Discovery, PBS, &c.) in order to see an individual, non-human organism behaving in a manner that is utterly inexplicable until one considers the collective. One of my favorites was an infirm female walrus straying from the pack and taking a position near the waterline. Sure enough, the predators closed on her, and the rest of the group made it easily into the water. For the feel-good measure, the individual did actually escape to the water, but with some cuts and bruises. I've watched a video sequence of a chimpanzee committing suicide. Salmon
die in order to get laid.
To reach from a group-oriented dynamic to whatever perversity it is you seem to have in mind is entirely your own stretch. All I've ever been after with that is that we're human beings, and it doesn't seem so hard to figure out that when humanity does well, it means individual humans--yes, that includes
you and me will be doing relatively well. The better things get for everyone else, the better they will get for you. And it sure beats ripping out throats in order to get peace and quiet, I promise.
I tend to think wider, not narrower in terms of ethics. However, I believe that purpose can only be determined by the acting individual. Someone may make a hammer for the purpose of pounding nails... if I use instead it to whack an idiot in the head I have subverted the makers purpose with my own.
That is its own particular arrogance. Hell, you'd be surprised at what I used to create various flamethrowers and other pyrotechnical tantrums. I'm quite sure that a Jack Daniels bottle is made for drinking from and not for exploding gasoline with. Popular myth holds that gunpowder was invented for entertainment.
And it's true: You're welcome to decide that you know more about something than, in the case of a hammer, gun, or otherwise, the people who designed it. It doesn't mean you're right.
Whether or not a person is smart enough to recognize their place in the evolutionary scheme of the Universe matters not to the Universe itself. However, it might matter a great deal to the poor fucker who gets killed or maimed because someone was basing their decisions on self-centered, myopic priorities.
There is an abstraction I don't think you've covered here: It can go both ways. The individual may
choose to recognize the collective, but given ideas of fucking and spending money, whence comes the individual priorities of compromise/surrender (e.g. marriage) and the elevating of another (allegedly) above the self (e.g. children)? It's rather quite inexplicable in the individual sense, that the seemingly most pleasurable thing on Earth--sexual contact--facilitates species perpetuation. It puts fear of death in context a little, wouldn't you say? Your fear of death only has to do with yourself because you choose to believe that's the stake. I see your point, I just find it comparatively narrow, and in light of a charge of egocentric collectivism, somewhat laughable.
I agree, but the picture of the car was not alone, it was accompanied by text. It was from this reference that I formed my opinion. As with any art, there is more than one possible interpretation. The artist must either provide the context or accept that others will provide their own.
Agreed. Now ... what does that say about your priorities of interpretation? Stop seeking the worst in people, is my advice. Just because a bunch of superstitious twits came up with the idea of Original Sin doesn't mean the idea has any merit in the modern day save its superstitious value. (e.g. its ability to affect perception, therefore information, therefore action)
I was not presuming the negative. Not knowing the author or the unwritten contextual background I relied solely upon the text, in which I found several statements that I took to be rather negative.
(Chortle!)
Whatever you say,
Raithere. Whatever you say.
It is your own internal priorities that compel you to take such expressions as rather negative.
Given more background I can see the wry humor that is so apparent to you.
I agree: The humor becomes more apparent as one wipes away presumptions with a "convention of fact". (e.g. You're taking my word on the author's character, which I cannot truly establish as fact.)
But I contest that the humor is not readily apparent in that page alone.
There's an immense amount of humor in Dickens if you just trust the bastard. Hawthorne can leave me rolling on the floor. Of modern writers, Rushdie can bring me to tears of mourning through beauty and joy. Barker can tantalize with the repugnant. It's all a matter of trust.
I generally trust authors and artists unless they give me a specific reason not to. Believe it or not, I even trust the conservatives I so decry to be somewhat honest; they're not just fucking with people for fun on that level, they really believe that shit.
I might also point out that the only other context I had to go on was what I know of your postings of various snippets and links, which are quite often rather sarcastic and negative.
While it is a more reasonable consideration, I'm not swayed by either its magnitude or its timing.
But negativity is not simply an overriding conditioned response.
Not
necessarily. Based on observation, though, that's largely what it seems.
While it is good to be skeptical of just about anything, it is also good to keep in mind the reasons for skepticism. There is much difference between preventing a charlatan from conning you and doing the job for him. Beyond that, welcome to the planet Earth. Welcome to humanity. I can choose to cooperate with my neighbors, I can choose to compete with them. I can choose to ignore them altogether, although that has its practical difficulties.
I believe, after changing some of the terms, the same can be said of me.
And I really do think that if you sack that self-centered purpose of life, you'll find that a whole lot of the extraneous crap becomes instantly easier to deal with, and much of it will go away altogether. Proportionately I don't know what it equals, but the raw weight off one's chest is astounding.
And worthy of addressing. Personally, I've always been somewhat hung-up over linguistic biases.
I think we would make some heads explode. If I think of a way to phrase it that's safe for our fellow travelers, I'll let you know. Do the same, please.
Then it is not an inside joke but a referential or subtle one. An inside joke relies upon personal experience. If I say to you "Ah Grasshopper, my nuts ache." it is nothing but crudely funny (if that) to you. When I said it to a particular friend of mine he found it hysterical because it references an experience common only to the two of us.
In the abstract, experience is reference.
Beyond that, I'll leave it at disagreeing as a matter of terms and degrees.
I'm certain it does, to some degree. And certainly there is some level of conditioned bias in my response... although I'll personally take responsibility for that conditioning.
Fair enough; it should be enough merely to argue about what exactly you're taking responsibility for
Faith, particularly in western religions, literally becomes a commandment not to use the very abilities that God supposedly invested us with. It becomes an order to close our eyes to reality.
While it seems a pointless repetition perhaps, I will here note that this is exactly why I have no specific religion.
And think of the arrogance in that:
It is well enough to permit the Universe to be "alive" until I find a better way of naming and defining it.
Perhaps it would make a difference to consider that I do dwell occasionally on what exactly the endpoint is. Many of my considerations come in that context. If you wrap something up too immediately, you can make it sound good no matter what it is. Watch how history takes a severe trouncing whenever someone is about to go to war; wrap it up in the immediate context, and nobody ever stops to think about history or the future that will become history.
Our primary difference, and I know we've discussed this before, lies in our approach to the problems of religion.
That's definitely among them. I'd look more to our overall regard for religion.
Am I supposed to just always provide my own positive context; how is that any less biased?
Something about trust?
What the hell is so hard about presuming toward the positive? Since, in such cases, you cannot have definitive knowledge, we might say that one might allow their presumptions to affect their regard for the alleged knowledge in a positive or negative manner. What the hell is so hard about presuming toward the positive?
If I was walking down the street, and you were coming toward me ... I've never seen your face, I've never heard your voice; I wouldn't know you from ... uh ... Adam, I guess. (Well, I could go back and look at the picture thread ....) At any rate, what should I presume? Let's imagine that we're going to collide, in order to eliminate the "simply ignore" function that works so well for 99.9% of the people I would pass on a city street. Now, should I presume something positive about our near-collision? Such as, "Neither of us intended it; heck, he's probably as wrapped up in vital stuff and having as hard a day as I am." Or should I presume something negative? Such as, "He's just fucking with me. Maybe he's dangerous. Perhaps I should preemptively defend myself by kicking him in the sac."
Admittedly, it's a bit extreme, but metaphorically speaking, you're kicking the writer in the sac for a simple lack of the inside skinny. There's six billion people in the world; how can you or I
possibly expect to know each one of them? And, as a practical measure, I don't have time to kick six billion people where it hurts ....
The presumption of 'evil'. Yes, I agree.
If you were into shallow theories of the tarot, I would tell you to dwell on that while contemplating at least three major arcana: Devil, Blasted Tower, and Universe/Aeon. And then, of course, I would remind you of something cryptic like, "Remember that Tzaddi is not the Star." (Which invokes a fourth card, and I'm pretty sure someone more familiar with the deck than I could carry that out to all seventy-eight cards in an Hermetic deck ....)
However ... think for a minute of the film
Raising Arizona. There's a great scene in there where the Arizona wardens tell Nicholas Cage's character all about "recidivism", and, having grown up in the 1980s and witnessing the damage of the drug war, I found the 1990s focus on recidivism to be an empty and useless debate that only complicated things by compelling idiots to vote for mandatory minimums and various wacky privatization schemes for the penal institutions. And you know, among the child molesters and murderers and bank robbers and car thieves, I'm pretty sure recidivism is a major concern. But three-quarters of the drug-war casualties are stained by the same fear of recidivism that stains child-rapists. Send a kid for crack, and everyone thinks he's going to dip the till if they hire him. What a wonderful superstition. Michael Moore wants to hire only black people; maybe I'll hire only survivors of Drug War injustices ...
People presumed the worst. If one is born into sin, and has descended so far as to go to prison, how can the one possibly confront sinful ways? There are a number of accompaniment Biblical points that go along with that, but since the Christians by and large ignored them, why should we complicate the situation as such?
There are times when it is not applicable. But overall it is a demand I'm willing to live with.
Few writings, if any, are so undeniably perfect as to require no secondary interpretation by the recipient.
What about a republican writer?
Cady, for instance, once reminded me that if I absolutely must preach a moral position, write a fucking essay. Don't waste a story on it. That is, in part, what I've been wasting the last ten years on. Strangely, my youthful zeal is not dissipating as we all thought it would.
However, noting what was written earlier in this post, well ... recognizing the standards that go with being a Republican (a referential point or joke), I expect the writing to be subordinate to the politic. If this were not the case, the political stance would be simply written. I have somewhere a story by Russell Kirk called "It's a Long Long Trail A-Windin'", one of the finest horror shorts I've ever stumbled across. In the introduction to the story (it's in an anthology I have), Kirk is marked as a "conservative" writer, though I'm unfamiliar with the rest of his bibliography, so I can't speak to what exactly that means. Considering the point from Cady described above, I can say that Kirk wrote as a writer; it was the editor who chose to point out Kirk's politics, and I'm not sure why, other than the fact that aside from Stephen King, most horror writers are crazy liberal fuckers. And even that generalization doesn't hold. But think of it this way: Your buddy in a band writes a song. Is it good? Is it bad? What the heck, does it even have to be one of your buddies? Now, on the other hand, a Republican Senator, in the wake of a national disaster, promises to write a gospel song commemorating the event. Is it at all possible that you might approach those products with differing criteria of assessment or judgment on the grounds that the artists actually demand it in their presentation? I mean, really ... if people weren't so shell-shocked by being bombed by a bunch of Saudi dissidents, would any of that moose-drool pop-culture backlash have had any real effect?
Think about this: Two religious songs--
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So what can I tell you? Life's the length of this play. Perhaps God gave the answers to those with nothing to say. The years are forgiven. God's forgiven in kind. Perhaps we'll all find the answers somewhere in time, somewhere in time. (Savatage)
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You make my life complete, you give me all I need, you help me through and through. I'm calling on you. (Stryper)
You know, the first time I heard it, "Calling on You" could have become a powerful love song to woo a girl by. But no, the Christian artists who demanded their identity insisted that the song could only mean one thing. Savatage, a band that I suspect is deeply Christian, generally spent their time getting criticized by the PMRC and other organizations, despite including the occasional Welsh hymn on their album.
What's the difference? Savatage was telling us a story. Even when D.T. is on his knees in Saint Patrick's making essentially a collect call to God, it's part of the story. Stryper announces their confines, forfeits part of their artistic impact and therefore their merit.
Same thing with Republican and other labeled writers. Voltairine de Cleyre, for instance. She's an admired poet among some circles merely because of her politics. Those people have got to be kidding me. Perhaps in her day it was something, but the poetry sounds exactly like the angry ravings of a disenchanted woman trapped in a man's world. It's a nasty balance to attempt. I don't write the novel right now because even in my personal life, the soapbox is about the only place my sanity can entertain the mere illusion of security. (Example: With a screaming infant and nothing working, Tig starts to get upset because Emma Grace's temperature is way down. Like five degrees low. I'm not ready to panic. All I did was point out that we've never gotten an accurate reading from that thermometer in the sense that I've never seen Emma's temperature over 97.0 Fahrenheit according to that unit. I got a thermometer thrown at me for that one. I actually had to climb up on my soapbox and give a, "What the fuck about Emma's condition is so not important that you have the time to be cussing me out and throwing shit?")
Where's the story, people ask. It's waiting until I'm done saying some other things. Largely because I do not wish, in the end, to sacrifice that part of my integrity.
Point being, the label that categorizes your presumption has been selected by you.
Not always. Read author biography blurbs in books, newspapers, and magazines.
Imagine the article: "Transit system bad for region" with the note at the end, "John Johnson is the chairman of Area Independent Transport Council, a motorist-advocacy group sponsored by several automotive manufacturers, and has served as an advisor to Exxon-Mobil."
Or, "Clinton's Legacy Leaves Bad Taste In Mouth", with the note at the end, "Jill McPhil is the Regional Coordinator of the Republican Collegiate Feminist Advocacy."
Hopefully I'm closer to the topic then this time. I am trying.
I do hope you realize that the only reason you're catching it from me is that you're willing. While some of it is frustrating, I must admit that I can't ever make the point if nobody's coming out to play.
I stopped listening when I realized that what they were really saying is that oxygen gives you cancer.
I fell over laughing during the tobacco fiasco in the 1990s when an industry flak got up to take issue with the EPA's testing methods (e.g secondhand smoke).
(It should be mentioned here, though it is irrelevant, that this is another case of, "If we have the right point, why are we dishonest?")
At any rate, the flak got up and described the testing conditions for subjecting rats to secondhand smoke. The smoke density got up around thirty times that which a human smoker would endure in the smokiest of taverns. An interesting point which he then kind of blew in the public's perception by pointing out that if you put rats through the same test and ratios with orange juice, you could prove that OJ killed Nicole. (He didn't make the Simpson joke; that crass one's mine. But he did point out that under similar conditions, orange juice will kill you quicker than cigarettes, and not from drowning.)
The real question is; what are we trying to accomplish? Hehe... to bring it around; what is our purpose? Over time, I have come to trust yours.
Why thank you. But I think that's what (among other things) the Sufis talk about in polishing the mirror. The day I can answer that question (directly in the smaller context, and not metaphysically; e.g. with this or that post or topic or my general presence at Sciforums, &c.), well ... my mirror will be sparkling.
But there is a short answer that has to do with human suffering and extraneous effort given in vain. It alleges to be compassionate, but after the Easter weekend, I had to pick my mirror out of the compost heap.
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Tiassa