The Bluesman is Always a Social Interpreter
A lighter, a
Quibble for Gold.
Poverty of the mind is our greatest fight. Has been for over 100 years now, give and take. Science moved the tape measure of knowledge against infinite myths. We went through Apartheid/Democracy, World Wars/Human Rights, Bio Epidemics and all the way to being less repulsive of transgenders.
Hard science has proven beyond doubt: “reasoning” brain inside a Rich man can be exactly like a Poor man needing a puff of whatever, can’t find lighter, and argument pursues with wifey. She took it unconsciously but the quibble is set on autopilot. The lighter is the gold. So what is the connection? The stupid reasoning or “rationality” of etched thoughts and transferences, from the Garden of the Enduring Human. Love to hear what the cantankerous Arthur Schopenhauser would say about this present battle in Constitutional Republic, USA.
The good thing is these learned deficiency of living, we know pattern and warning signs outside of pop-psychic. Science can predict determinations of the Brain/Mind, just cannot predict the quirkiness of the perceived person or quanta “escort”. * The great Dr. Jung stated we create a psychic epidemic and Aldous Huxley’s predictive taking pleasure for granted and its detriment to perception, has sure been proven. Yet! There is a natural and social reality, objective impermanent truths and laws of being. As the universe, we have a constant even if it’s our Quantum Logic to an elusive Cosmic reality. And simple need for kindness even if to one’s advantages in this journey. Kindness demands a peace, a lull, to be effective, as in building a garden of the mind or the ground.
The paradoxes and stupidity of the now Anthropocene may have given the American Narrative a new lift. Writers and Griots should blossom against such an ugly norm of Dystopia themes. Though we are in some shit. We got Donald John Trump as POTUS. Quite telling about my beloved land! And Yup! Migration and climate change ain’t stopping. The problems on the table has been brewing for over 4 decades, augmented by Robot and AI. We may have to have an ass kicking before focal solutions. That paradox of life is tragically a fact.
Me presume, human life won’t look much different anytime in the future. Cities and Towns are still built basically the same; the tools and ecology ambiences are just imaginative, now. And the beehive perfection will be scaled on to another planet and stratosphere. Though we will encounter enormous changing on Mother Earth, John of Patmos wrote about similar times; our hero mythopoetic are so diverse now. Life is eternal for we are not the center; just a creative agent of change and order.
There will always be tribes and nationalist who wish to keep nostalgia the Greats Deities looking like culture; consciousness and art has taken us beyond. Courage and Integrity will get us through, besides our living faults.
Religion will still be a part of us, known to civilized, by simple parables and with Civics and Service to. I go with randomness more than forced Order. Even accepting violence as sad reality. The States and the Globe will never be the same again Good or Bad. To Live and Kindness will prevail again, a Faith that must color “Our Will”. Or?
* Where do consequences lead? Depends on the escort
Stanisław Herman Lem < Polish writer of science fiction, philosophy, and satire>
INFOBITS OF INTEREST:
Dr. ERIC R. KANDEL - The Age of Insight. 2012.
"I became an even firmer believer in psychic determinism, Freud's idea that nothing in one's mental life occurs by chance
Likewise, understanding the biology in no way denies the richness or complexity of thought. Rather, by focusing one component of a mental process at a time, reduction can expand our view, allowing us to perceive previously unanticipated relationships between biological and psychological phenomena"
...we remember Anowa saying that none of us belongs, that we are all wayfarers. At the same time, even though we belong to no place, we can belong to ourselves. We may have to break taboos on our way to new life. We know that this entails risk, and that it promises but does not guarantee liberation. Mercy Amba Oduyoye Daughter of Anowa African Women & Patriarchyn