Prosperity Preaching

Fallen Cedar

 The error of "Tongue in cheek" is that some moron will run with it as fact. As it happens, in view, the essence of Fake News as a concept goes deep into the past, it wandered in the wilderness for a thousand odd years, was dug up and reacquainted itself with the present had a passionate affair with irony in the 1640's then sometime in the first half of the 1700's was adopted by Bishop Berkeley, Patron Saint of US Episcopalianism, founder of Immaterialism or Subjective Idealism, otherwise known as The Very Reverend Esse Est Percipi, (to be is to be perceived). They all spoke and wrote Latin back then because it was very apple for the teacher and Front Row. By the early 2000's post modernism had been through enough beer bongs and influencers to produce this shag carpet pick up line "Fake News" which is the shortened form of "News I don't want to hear  so it can't be true so give me in A."

 Our man Nietzsche, with his "Behold the Man" his crown of thorns would never preach, his ubermensch wasn't a leader, never wanted to be, he just loved Wagner as a portrait of a tragedy that faced our species. Wagner was hope, his next opera would be even better, more transforming, another chance to transcend, but like the Rolling Stones with their Glitter Rock, a total sell out, Wagner never was more than a moment to be repeated, on endlessly into a Ground Hog Day of Februaries.  

 But you are absolutely right! Schisms are the thinning of the community. When we start fighting over whose mirror is clearer, we lose the Grip on the journey. We risk becoming just another set of Prosperity Preachers shouting over the pews.

Yes indeed the schism ends were the covenant begins

Oh Happy Day

Chair

 All very well throwing compound nouns around as though they were pomegranates, but what is the difference between the Front Row and the Back Row.

 Of course I'll tell you exactly what I mean by reminding everyone that yesterday's tribute to the Situationist International was to imagine the box in which Schrodinger had closed up his cat, with a counter and a decaying atom, being opened, and then drawing a slogan that reflected an understanding of the moment. The hint from the back row was that Schrodinger's Cat would hopefully be alive and furious with Schrodinger for shutting him up in a box with a decaying atom and Geiger counter, and as a result of individual and justifiable rage the cat would would obviously bite Schrodinger on his Nose.

 In short, the Front Row would have reacted in a different way, they would have said: "Ah! Now I understand why quantum rules cannot apply directly to large everyday objects, or macro-systems, so give me an A."

 The point for the back row is: "So big deal, why was shutting  a cat up in box the only way to illustrate a point about how an atom, until it is observed, is in a state of superposition, both decayed and not decayed at the same time." And there might have been something about Schrodinger being one of the more primitive of the bow-tie wearing Great Apes .

 Just a joke? Not in the context of the newer Prosperity Gospel Preachers, so engrossed in their own spectacle it's clinically sad. 

 

There's a new protocol in Town

Polards

 Tuesday again, Good Lord. And it's not February any more, I might even see Saint Patrick's Day. I say might because by Solstice, we'll all be dead or insane, which might be more noble and glorious than our current front row of cringe-worthy, feckless and basically icky. "Who Dares Wins" brothers and sisters, but I'm not playing anymore.

 The new Protocols in internet search engines have changed from a word based search that never asked why and what are you looking for and is instead increasingly based on a Semantic and intent based understanding of you, the searcher, and your interests as both a person and consumer.

 An ultimate Madison Avenue, bribed by the Oligarchs to keep the Front Row happily obedient and tell the Back Row how to think.

 So go ahead ask: "Who will draw me a slogan of Schrodinger's cat biting Schrodinger on the Nose."  

Meaning Requires a Witness and so does a Bear in the Woods

Snow drops

 OK! Let's go nuts again, talk particles with special reference to Superposition. Our dialogue will possibly result in a wholesale abuse of Superposition, might be another bulldog understanding of the Higgs Field, so be brave, remember that in the end what we're looking for is a back row understanding of "Why has our species become so cringe-worthy, feckless and basically icky." And this time we are giving the Psalms and Anvils of our "Forgiprocal State" of verbs and nouns to the tenuous grasp of quantum of physics.

Heisenberg was born and lived as a Lutheran Christian. I mention this so as to suggest that Heisenberg's uncertainties had a safe place to go to on Sunday Morning this meant he could let his thinking about the Ultimate Nature of Matter produce his Uncertainty Principle: "You cannot know the position and momentum of a particle with absolute precision." 

Position for you and I: Where we are - The Noun - The Label - The Address. (None of it Concrete)

Momentum for you and I: Where we're going - The Verb - The Journey - The Tangle. (None of it Concrete)

"What's The Tangle?" I hear the call. The tangle is the daily wrestle for sustenance and meaning. We use the word "Tangle" so we don't have to think of Jim Jordan and the like, naked men and/or boys rolling around, hairy armpits, sweating and panting on the floor.

"I know where I'm going!" Good for you, that makes you the Front Row. and for the Back Row that makes you a prime source of Ick, Feck and Cringe.

In our Back Row World, a Right or Wrong, rather than an Alive or Dead of Schrodinger's Cat, the wrong could be described as "an act of structural perversion."  Ask: "What is an Act?" And I'll tell you: "When you step over the edge and treat a Straight-Back form - a person - as a Noun, a tool, an asset, a piece of data."

That Edge is a slope to a frictionless nowhere where the Compound Nouns of Linear Thinkers, such as Final Solution, Free Markets and Free Electricity lie in ruins. If Schrodinger's cat is wrong, it has become a piece of the machinery, it has given up its straight back to survive the box. If the cat is right, it is still Dumbly Insolent, it's still a Verb waiting to Tangle with and maybe bite Schrodinger's Nose.