Friday, April 1, 2022

A Consecration of Fools

Yes, let's.

Celebrate.

Fools.

A Consecration of Fools


Whether a book or a cave, a matrix or an illusion, is the truth you know to be true,

what we do thereafter, is cause for hope and cause for despair.

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: Cause for Hope

What we do, can be good.

We can progress knowledge; we can advance intelligence; we can support responsible stewardship from governance to conservation; we can grow capacity; we can acknowledge challenges and answer obstacles with action; we can plan for possibilities, both constructive and harmful, both intentional and unintended, with clarity towards effecting good outcomes.

What we can do, can be decent.


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: Cause for Despair

What we can do, can be self-serving.

For neither a book nor a cave, neither a matrix nor an illusion, neither prevents us from doing what we do thereafter, nor impedes us from doing so in service to self-interest without limit. Because no truth you know to be true, obstructs us from exercising self-rule without scruple. For our free-will is neither a guarantee nor a certainty, that what we will, will good.

What we do, can be wrong.
 
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What we do thereafter, therefore, is

because a book and a cave, a matrix and an illusion, promises

a consecration of fools,

celebrate.


Postface

Speaking of what we do thereafter, is cause for hope and cause for despair.

Yes, let's.

Immortalize.

Fools.

M

Tuesday, March 15, 2022

On Mirages

The failsafe of human is human.

That is to say, the failsafe of human failing is human not failing.

So the question before us is not whether or not a failsafe is or is not human; the question before us is whether or not human not failing exists.


On Mirages


Everyone is asking questions.

On its face, this is good.

Because on its face, asking questions is good.

But when questions are mirages... then what.

What?

When (i) people ask questions that are mirages (ii) because material differences between believed fictions and uncomfortable realities are trivial (iii) because a mirage of the truth is equivalent to the truth (iv) then what.

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That "then what" is what we're living.

Now.

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Let's state clearly: not only are fictions and realities not at all equal, they're not at all the same.

Thought experiments that ask us to compare them, as if we are deciding whether to consume one ambrosia apple or an other, rely on a kind of assumed equivalence like so: choosing between such apple and a broomcorn broom is really a choice between two ambrosia apples. 

Such ask inevitably arrives at one welcome conclusion: what is palatable is what is fair; as if every effort to validate what people believe never mind what is real, isn't human failing.

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What's wrong with sympathetic conclusions?

On its face, nothing.

Because on its face, never minding what is real is neither here nor there.

But when what people believe... becomes how people act... becomes wrongdoers wrongdoing... then what.

What?

When (i) people scorn what is honest (ii) because self-evident differences between loyalty and what's right are immaterial (iii) because fidelity without obedience is sacrilege that is not suffered without retaliation and reprisal (iv) then what.

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That "then what" is what we're living.

Now.

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Does it matter what aspirers to monetized engagement say? What paid mouthpieces in generous employ say? What pretenders serving an objective to destabilize and splinter discourse say? What campaigners for one for power for life say?

Yet we opine speech thus exercised, trustworthy, as if our expressions of speech are incorruptible, pshaw. Case in point: the exploitation of "to be fair" to validate what people know never mind what they don't.

Because a single fact isn't the whole truth.

Yet we opine narratives thus circulated and tractional are not only what credibly matters but all that definitively matters; as if conviction without integrity isn't human failing.

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Notwithstanding the role of good faith; or rather, the role of its absence.

Which begs putting a fine point on it and asking: what does good faith have to do with expressions of speech or conclusions or questions or mirages?

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On its face, nothing.

Because on its face, people are decent and good.

But when what people want... becomes what people believe is rightfully theirs... becomes echoing and inciting and praising what is wrongful... then what.

What?

When (i) "good people from a good place" means self-rulers governed by self-serving self-interest (ii) because impartiality rubber-stamps assumed equivalence (iii) because opinions and facts are fungible and transactional (iv) then what.

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Then:

expressions of speech that are opinions are compared to facts, because grave differences between facts and opinions are beside the point because being nonpartisan means assuming equivalence;

broad conclusions decided from single kernels of truth are compared to uncomfortable realities, because consequential differences between what's real and what's informed by lies of omission are beside the point because to be unbiased means to assume equivalence;

questions that are smoke and mirror fictions are compared to rational publications, because utile differences between bona fides and pretenses are beside the point because being fair-minded means assuming equivalence;

until:

assumed equivalence means ambrosia apples and broomcorn brooms are of course equal because ambrosia apples and broomcorn brooms are of course the same.

What? Why?

Because good faith means, from questions to conclusions to expressions of speech, the mirage of "good people from a good place" is the played promise of human not failing never mind any harm.

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In the end:

when neutrality sacrifices the whole uncomfortable unwelcome truth for assumed equivalence,

neutrality is transparent human failing.

To wit:

what are we preserving to the the last breath when what is not equal and what is not the same are compared like two ambrosia apples?

Not a failsafe;

a mirage.


Monday, December 6, 2021

Take the Cake and the Miracle

What is cast in stone?


Take the Cake and the Miracle


Stone

"Hear me!" I boom.

Like thunder, I roll. Like flames, I roar.

"For I am here!"

Clay

"Where are you?" you cry.

"To wield your sword of might against my enemies? For my enemies are yours."

Wounded, you rage. Aggrieved, you howl. 

"Hear our suffering!"

Stone

"I speak," I say.

I say and I say and I say.

Clay

You ask.

In silence and in audience, you ask, "Bless us.

Will us our lists, for our lists are wanting.

Wants we are wanting."

Stone

"You speak."

I wonder. Will I ever hear humility? I miss it.

"I hear," I sigh.

Clay

You appeal.

"Smiter of enemies, be not still."

You threaten.

"Forgiver of all, break not your promise."

Stone

I have. I am. I will.

That is all and that is enough.

Clay

You crow, "Enough!"

"Tomorrow is not for triumph."

Fists raised, you vow, "Today is for triumph."

"For ours is the glory!"

Stone

I sweep with my eye, the atom and the sparrow, the mouse and the whale.

"Breakers of promises," I lash.

"Take the cake and the miracle and believe nothing!"



Stone's Note

The Clay doesn't speak for the Stone; the Stone speaks for itself. For the Clay doesn't will for the Stone; the Stone wills for itself. So:

when the Clay purposes to be the will of the Stone,

what is such purpose for?

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Clay's Note

The Stone is stone. But the Stone is also clay.

It is interpreted. It is commented on. It is parsed and translated.

Because the Stone is misunderstood. Only the Clay can make sense of it.

Its word. Its act. Its will.

As for the Clay:

the Stone is a stone of its word. It promises, so long as the Clay believes in the unbelievable, to be all and enough. But of course, no stone can reasonably expect to be all and enough for the Clay. The Clay is, after all, only clay. Hence:

there is no ambition the Clay cannot conceive. Including casting itself as the Stone.

In stone.

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Postface and Postnote

What is cast in stone?

Ideas and ideals. What's unbelievable and miraculous. We cast in stone what's worth preserving against the erosion of time.

Democracies become kingdoms. Kingdoms become democracies. Theocracies become republics. Republics become theocracies.

When what rises, falls and what falls, rises, time alone preserves nothing. Even that which is cast in stone, is whipped by winds and worn by sands. Until all that is left, is us.

Therehence, what is forever becomes clay. Formed by interpretation and comment and parse and translation, a "new" forever is conceived.

Never mind what was once preserved against decay. By rage and howl, what's "new" is cast in stone.

Ideas and ideals. What's unimaginable and inconceivable. We harden what's eternal against eternity. As if the future present will not, by wound and grievance, reform what is clay.

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Author's Note

Everyone wants to be immortal.

Everyone wants what's theirs to be immortal too.

But such wants are not gifts.

Except insofar as object lessons on the hubris of would-be stones are gifts of only clay.

Presents that take the cake and the miracle and believe nothing.

M