The Error of Not Thinking and the Banality of Lies

 La Chatte ne dorm pas

The words: "reflecting on unified self-hood over time" would I believe evince negative reactions in the ranks of the heathen. It's that whole business of "Where was I on February 7th 1958?" A narrative that bridges sameness and self. The argument for such a narrative is a tension between things that change (self) and things that don't change (sameness).

This tension between self and sameness, like everything else we people have to struggle with hour by endless hour on a daily basis, produces a life that can be thought of as a bunch of organs and tissues wholly devoted to an organism comprised of a series of choices made by a continuous, unified self. These choices can be judged and recorded, and compared to the choices of other unfortunates who enter the public square, which used to be where you went to get groceries, get your pork chops, they had a stocks for village miscreants, you could get beer, share opinions, layout your choices and so on.

In the good old days we just had memory, then came writing and the awfulness that is record keeping. Nowadays we have digital devices that spend a lot of time recording our choices so that we can be turned into milkable data. And! Our "unified self hood over time" now has to contend with an expanded public space that includes the Tar Pits of Facebook, unless you too are lucky enough to have been banned, tweeting which under the new owner is called something else and a wealth of Bobby's other friends and relatives, far too numerous to mention or even begin to understand, like Substack which seductively describes itself as "a new economic engine for culture," a coyness that makes a person inclined to invest in wrist slitting razor blades. 

The narrative, or tension, in us people that bridges sameness and self, which for so long had found a cohesion in the judge and jury of the face to face of a public square, now includes invisible spaces where the self can be be anything it wants as long as it maintains a sameness by getting enough praise and adoration through likes, algorithmic caresses or clicks or whatever.

This all produces an increased confidence in a way of viewing humanity Hannah Arendt promoted. We can add the Banality of Lies to the error of thoughtlessness Arendt suggested our collective psyche is prone to making.  Thoughtlessness, in this context, means "Not using thought to think."