Mythos, Logos and the Slope

Dandelion in the drought

 Mythos and Logos reflect the two sides of thinking. Story telling is on the Mythos side. That awful word logic is on the mechanical side. The rythmns of Story telling keep us honest. Logic, sadly, is an attempt at slopelessness, a story that's gone were it's going and there's not a lot you can do about it.

 Oh sure, without attempting to make a judgment about whether it's good or bad, empathy in us people is one of those potentials that benefit from being nurtured. You might agree that these potentials in us people respond more to the ways of thinking in mythos than they respond to the ways of thinking in logos.

 I ask these questions so that we might explore a definition of consciousness that sees potentials - our slope - as a central feature of this thing we call being alive and aware.

 Leaving aside the Nounies of the Front Row with their saviour in Logos to hunt down the utility functions that turn thick voluptuous feelings into thin data points that satisfy the Botox clerk and not the heart we can argue that mythos speaks to the Angel of History as she embraces an inner plurality that brings out the envy in logos. 

Debridement.

Squash Bloom

 A dread morning when Oligarchs in an attempt to avoid debridement issue woolly headed manifestos.

 Unlettered was the accusation both the poet Wordsworth and the essayist and drug fiend De Quincy made of the materialist philosopher and adventurer John 'Walking' Stewart. "Unlettered" is an adjective masquerading as a verb which Baxter and I have used to label Satan's most arrogant spawn some dismiss as the Tech Bros.

 In the end it was Marx in his Das Kapital that pointed out the limits to Adam Smith's inspiration that competition in free markets was a mechanism that would assure moral behavior by particants in the game of money making. 

 Mind you when the border guards of a necrotic enclosure buy government you have the beginnings of an answer to Gibbon's question which was "Why did the Roman Empire decline and fall?"

The Verb Aura

April 21

 My new word, or phrase, is thusly spoke in noun-ness  : "The Necrotic Enclosures of the Oligarchs." As an image it has beauty, charm, horror, the tapestry of an acid trip gone badly astray.

 Of course there follows a support crew of noun-ness, one of which would be "Necrotic Control." As it writes itself into a Genesis we can hear the wings of angels in the verb-ness of "Open Source."

 In our new charter a closed box is a gravestone, an open source is a slope. We chose the slope because that is where that hint if true things, the Aura, lives. Then at last we might begin to think of ourselves as stewards of the verb Aura.

How tired we all are.

June Grass

 I think it fair to say that our current political economy is no more than a necrotic enclosure that treats human effort as a liquid asset and, with no offence to the Lesser Apes, the threads of this enclosure are being acively managed and fought over by a collection of retarded Baboons.

 The truer path is to understand that Answerlessness is the source code of life and of reality. I'll say it again : the verb is the slope we live on, the noun is the gravestone at the end of the slope. It's an unbalanced ledger, there is no profit or loss until nouns revert to an animal form, a verb with whiskers.

The Everywhen of the First Australians. Oh sure, go ahead call it a "cultural time concept" and damn your eyes if you really are that tired.