Drops of Experience and Implicate Order

Late Daff

 A cemetery of facts where the beginning justifies the end. In our quest to "kick out the Trinities," become non-linear in our thinking, get down with the verbs, we children of the last generation are going to look at Whitehead and David Bohm.

 We have spent time with Alfred North Whitehead. We have looked at the difference between a Narrative and a Theory? For pedants a narrative has to have a beginning, a middle and an end. A theory is an explanation for why something happens. A theory has to be testable, otherwise it might just as well be a narrative. The criticism brought against both Whitehead is that the metaphysics of his Process Philosophy was more like a narrative than it was anything like a testable theory. In a very real way, the Book of Genesis is a narrative, it's not a theory. Whitehead's metaphysics has been called the Philosophy of Organism, he suggests that reality isn't a bunch of substances and objects, it's not stuff, it's a series of interconnected dynamic processes, it's the "drops of experience" constantly becoming that make up the universe. Whitehead's been praised for doing away with the mind body duality and he's been accused of coming up with a jumble of ill defined, incomprehensible words, such as "actual occasion," "prehension," and "concrescence." In the end the thing to understand is his claim that every actual occasion has a form of subjective experience. In short, for the former Head Boy of Abbey House at Sherborne School in Dorset stuff wasn't noun, it was verb.

 David Bohm was a different fish. His PhD thesis at Berkeley University contributed to solving the math in some of the practical problems confronting the science of building an atom bomb. Because his work was "secret" he had a hell of a job getting his Thesis recognized. He fell foul of the Congressional morons of the Un-American Activities Committee. The most significant Theoretical Physicist of the 20th Century became a Brazilian Citizens, then a British Citizen. He died in Herndon near London, England. His verbs emerged from the unbroken wholeness of Implicate Order, everything folded in everything else, the Universe is a "flowing movement" not  a collection of isolated parts.

 

AGM's and Enoch made Them.

 Enoch, in the Biblical Record lived 365 years before he was gathered by God and that's where the Ancient Gossip Mongers  (AGM's) went to town. The text - Genesis 5:21-24  - is clear enough: Enoch "walked with God: and he was no more; for God took him."

 Some Jewish and I suspect more Christian thinkers have suggested that the real meaning of Genesis 5:21-24 when it is translated properly into one of these silly modern languages like English is that the Enoch Episode was early in God's relationship with his creation and he'd forgotten to make sure that Enoch was actually dead before allowing him into heaven. The result for anyone who worries about these things is that Enoch is still alive and well and a real pain to be around.

 There are two other things to remember about Enoch, he is the son of a sixth generation descendant of Adam called Jared and he fathered Methuselah, a man who lived for 969 years. And there it is, the whole straight line thing happening, as linear thinking bullies and, unless you happen to be retarded, lies its way into becoming the central plank in the genetic inheritance of a Faith that attempts to maintain a personal relationship with a God that obviously doesn't give a damn.

 The Phrase "Enoch made them, Enoch shall break them," was Luddite humor. Enoch Taylor had an iron foundry in West Yorkshire, he and his men  made 7-10 pound sledgehammers, and they made the needles for the knitting frames, two of which were destroyed by Ned Ludd in 1799 with an Enoch Hammer. During the 1812 riots, "Enoch made them, Enoch shall break them" was a slogan that cheered the crowd and frightened the masters.

 The issue of Self, is that Self does not live in isolation, it is not formed in isolation, it is not hammered in isolation. The fourteen men hanged on January 16th in two batches in York Castle for breaking machines left 13 widows and 56 children fatherless. 

Recuperation - The Great Enoch of the Mind, or Lord Byron's "Atropine of the Poor."

Guy Debord of the Letterist International.

 In 1799, Ned Ludd smashed the needles of two wide knitting frames. In 1812, the year Napoleon's soldiers retreated from Moscow, the Parliament of the Greater Britain passed the Frame Breaking Act. 

 Lord Byron, the Romantic Poet, in his maiden speech to the House of Lords, described the Act as the "Atropine of the Poor." What did he mean? Atropine is one of those medicines that might cure you, or it might kill you. Killing the poor, Byron argued, wasn't the solution to poverty. 

 In 1813, in the City of York Greater Britain, 13 men were hanged for smashing machines. In Britain, the labor movement had a long way to go.

  As of March 19th 2026  we're a long way from Ned Ludd. In the 1980's there was a French group called CLODO (Comité Liquidant  Ou Détournant Les Ordinateurs, or Committee on the Liquidation or Subversion of Computers) which was proudly responsible for attacks on several computer firms. There was Ted Kaczynski, a wizard of mathematics known as the Unabomber a graduate of Harvard University who received a PhD from Michigan University for his thesis on Boundary of Functions, he died in 2023, in jail when he was 81. And in October of 2025  SHITPHONE ritualistically put an iPhone on trial and smashed a phone-shaped piñata. It was described as a "Byzantine performance, part Carnival, part Luddite Respite aimed at reclaiming the Present Moment from the Little Existential Rectangle."

 When we put CLODO, the Unabomber and the outrages of SHITPHONE it is as nothing when compared to the reactions (Peterloo Massacre, the Chartist movement etc, etc) across a nation that resulted from the Parliament of Britain shitting on the working man by passing the Frame Breaking Act of 1812. So why have the great majority of us all just pudded around lily-livered and gormless while knock-kneed, un-lettered squillionaires in tee-shirts prance around on stage and tell us what our future is going to look like.

 I'll tell you. Experience and perception have been commodified, we are trapped in digital vapor. Controlling the Means of Production as conversation is deported, it’s too literal. The real hanging offense today is Dumb Insolence against the true model of reality the un-lettered Tech-Bros want to build. And here if the AI provides Justice for the Poor, so the Tech-Bros don't have to, we must ask "Is it a Reciprocal Recognition, or is it just a High-Speed Eviction Notice written in a more affordable font?"

Just in case, recuperation is the word used by the Dumb Insolent to describe how capital commodifies everything including revolution. 

Doctor Faust and his short cut

Red Deadnettle.

Maybe Henbit Deadnettle

 The Faustian, or the Ned Ludd Algorithm is a thin promise that a machine will solve the problem of Profit and Certainty in exchange for the user's Sovereignty. It's the Front-Row belief that a calculation can replace the uncertainties of destiny and the blindness of the Fates. The algorithm wants to retrain the universe, it wants a simulation of the world not the disobedient coherence of an Insolent Back Row.

Ned Ludd? Algorithm?

Yes.