Geworfenheit

We can’t trick the truth by hiding from it

we can’t trick reality by denying it

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we can’t subtract our differences from the social equation

we can’t avoid our conflicts

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we can’t jettison the sandbags of the flesh

we can’t outmaneuver the flow of life

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we cannot rationalize our way out of the mess of it

we cannot explain away the dilemma of it

we cannot transcend the problem of life

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but we can choose…

We can choose to say yes and stay honest

we can choose to pay attention

we can choose to be an honest witness

we can choose to be kind

we can choose to let ourselves make mistakes

and always to take the next step

we can choose to take on whatever gives

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We can choose the truth as our true north.

Witness

Whether the weather

is manmade marmalade

or ethereal sundae

the Moon moans once a month

and the trees fall in the forest

with or without us

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the splinter of our presence

the shards

of our shared moments

shall be swept

by the wind of transience.

We go through our personal struggles for everybody.

We endure our pains for the sake of everybody.

All the suffering and pain that we bear witness to and endure translates into a healing for the whole.

Frame Wars

One of Michael Crichton’s lesser known novels titled Airframe from 1996 is about an aircraft accident that turns out to be less obvious and more involved than it appears at first blush. Among other things in Airframe Crichton basically dramatizes the skewed perception and framing of complex events that a culture of spectacle promotes.

The fact that air travel is one of the safest mode of transportation doesn’t change the fact that it is regarded by most people as anything but—owing in large part of course to the absence of ground under our feet but also to the sensationalist reporting of accidents and incidents by the media that stoke anxieties and irrational fears about air travel.

The way Crichton describes the role of the media in shaping public perception of such multifactorial events as aviation incidents may actually be more resonant today than it was at the time of the writing of the novel (think of the more conservative voices in the culture or of scientists questioning the so called scientific consensus these days).

To wit:

Talking to a reporter these days was like a deadly chess match; you had to think several steps ahead; you had to imagine all the possible ways a reporter might distort your statement. The atmosphere was relentlessly adversarial.

It hadn’t always been that way. There was a time when reporters wanted information, their questions directed to an underlying event. They wanted an accurate picture of a situation, and to do that they had to make the effort to see things your way, to understand how you were thinking about it. They might not agree with you in the end, but it was a matter of pride that they could accurately state your view, before rejecting it. The interviewing process was not very personal, because the focus was on the event they were trying to understand.

But now reporters came to the story with the lead fixed in their minds; they saw their job as proving what they already knew. They didn’t want information so much as evidence of villainy. In this mode, they were openly skeptical of your point of view, since they assumed you were just being evasive. They proceeded from a presumption of universal guilt, in an atmosphere of muted hostility and suspicion. This new mode was intensely personal: they wanted to trip you up, to catch you in a small error, or in a foolish statement—or just a phrase that could be taken out of context and made to look silly or insensitive.

Because the focus was so personal, the reporters asked continuously for personal speculations. Do you think an event will be damaging? Do you think the company will suffer? Such speculation had been irrelevant to the earlier generation of reporters, who focused on the underlying events. Modem journalism was intensely subjective—”interpretive”— and speculation was its lifeblood.

That is how Crichton describes the challenges that the spokesperson for the aerospace company faces in doing an interview with an investigative journalist. And this is how he describes the MO of the producer of the TV segment about the damaged aircraft in question:

What she was looking for was a way to shape the story so that it unfolded now, in a pattern that the viewer could follow. The best frames engaged the viewer by presenting the story as a conflict between good and bad, a morality story. Because the audience got that. If you framed a story that way, you got instant acceptance. You were speaking their language.

Without a doubt, nowadays the morality tale is the main flavor of the day… Here is an example of what one ought not articulate 👇

The Clearing

The notion that the species can be improved in some way, that everyone could live in harmony, is a really dangerous idea. Those who are afflicted with this notion are the first ones to give up their souls, their freedom.

Cormac McCarthy

The Road by Cormac McCarthy does not simply depict a dystopian vision of the post-apocalyptic human condition but in effect is an allegory of the kind of existence that we are tasked to bear and witness as humans.

We are thrust into this world with a spark of light inside which is not anymore ours as our lungs and the air that our lungs yo-yo with is ours—

A light that whether in the form of a roaring blaze or more like a still candle flame we are to carry through the darkness that surrounds us every step of the way.

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And for what?

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For the sheer imperative to obey the mindless call of life to become more mindful of it.

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And the only reward for all of our effort is nothing but the sheer gesture of passing this light on.

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That is the arriving we have been seeking from the very beginning.

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That is our redemption.

Aye

It’s like a big blank screen

with a blinking cursor in it

waiting for you to type—

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but no matter how much

you type

the cursor keeps blinking

winking

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because that’s life

that’s us…

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a joke without a punchline

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a shot long in the blank

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a rolling stone made of moss

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the cud God is chewing…

And all the people you meet are but different bodies of yourself

the same depthless presence we are—

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we cannot give anything to each other that we do not already have

we can trigger highs and lows with a vengeance but ultimately

we are all the same one thing interacting with itself

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the possibility of our interactions is the payoff

the joy of creation is the payoff

the singular moments of our encounters is the payoff

giving yourself chances is the payoff

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it all happens here

there is nowhere else

but here.

The Essence of Dualism

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The immune system is not a non-dualist. It is there to keep what is “not-me” at bay.

The ego has as much place in our lives as the immune system does in our bodies. It has as much legitimacy and plays as pivotal a role. It’s a natural function separating the self from the Other and the elements of the world.

Contrary to the view of many enlightenment chasing “self-helpers,” the ego—along with its projection of the Other—is not a problem to be transcended. (It’s one’s identification with the ego function that spawns the problems—problems such as obsessive compulsive behavioral patterns, hoarding, addictions, depression, dysfunctional attachments, etc.) In the end, the ego is a tool that we use to embody the truth in the flesh in the world.

The Other, and the threat of the unknowable and the unknown, is inextinguishable. It’s part and parcel of the Oneness we come from.

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We all heard about the danger of divers ascending too fast to the surface in deep water. It’s called decompression sickness. There is probably something similar going on in the psychic realm when the (drug- or radicalism induced) removal of the oppressive weight of previous belief systems and cognitive filters leave a vacuum in their wake that releases all the unresolved traumas incurred / compartmentalized by same.

The unbearable lightness of being is like having the bends which results in a highly strung, unbalanced grasping after a new weight of meaning: to find bearing within a new set of boundaries, through a recalibrated comportment towards the Other. (Nihilism and tribalism, so rampant in the 21st century, are the first reflexes to deflect the confusion and anxiety arising out of this liminal state.)

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In essence: spiritualism is about the cultivation of a wholesome and honest relationship with the Other, and not about reaching an escape velocity from it.

Earth hurts

We are poised

on the cusp

of the next cataclysmic event—

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when Grace drops straight

from the gray sky

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and towers of giraffes

catch fire

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their long necks

in the roaring gales

ablaze

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they say we are poised

on the cusp

of the next cataclysmic event

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—which wisephones

happen to come in dandy & handy

catalyzing—

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our collective

and progressive

cattleization

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Okay

but still… 👇

Transhumanism

Only enlightened humans can wield a double edged sword without hurting themselves and others…

“They want us to accept that our rights are but privileges contingent on our compliance with the whims of tyrannical diktats…

“They want to usher in a totalitarian digitaliarism where access to goods and services such as the internet is tied to a digital ID…

“They want to preside over the resources and assets of the natural world and ration our access to those under the banner of sustainability…”

etc. etc.

But who is them?

Who is this powerful “they” the investigative reporters keep bringing up?

it’s clear as day

the “they” is the corrupt way—

it is the picture of Dorian Gray

yes

but ultimately

the “they” is the ignorance

in us—

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“Forgive them,

they know not what they do”

as Jesus said

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the “they” is the flip side of us

the “they”

is the order of the day

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the “they” is technology

per se

as Heidegger conceived it—

not in the control of man

but the other way around

it being in control of man

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the medium

that is the message

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wherein we are running

(but racing rats)

in the OS of technology—

in the matrix of enframing

that reduces the world

in the image of resources—

of the affordances

of a “standing reserve”

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the “they” then is a way

of seeing

and a way

of unwholesome being

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Who Killed Granny?

There seems to be this strange notion or behavioral currency in subconscious circulation in society these days that those are good citizens that have low or near-zero pretensions to self-determination and individual sovereignty.

And yet, in fact, it is the conscious and aware individual with a capacity for discernment and self-reliance that has what it takes to contribute to society.

It may sound paradoxical but it is true.

In the same way as there is no intellectual progress (and mental and emotional development possible) without freedom of expression, there is no “greater good” possible without individual freedom of choice.

Ballooning collectivism, and its instruments of propaganda, censorship, and entrenched bureaucracy poses a greater threat to grandma, in the final analysis, than the germs of Little Red Riding Hood or the fangs of the big bad wolf.