A Universe of Constant Transition and the Golden Calf

Moses Indignant at the Sight of the Golden Calf,

William Blake 1757-1827

Lacan talked about lacking, Borges talked about the nothingness of personality, Heidegger addressed meaning, Sartre went on about a nothingness he compared to being, and we've enjoyed Bertrand Russell's disappointment with Wittgenstein's passionate explorations of language. Now we need to go back a bit and have a peep at the Golden Calf, specifically the Psychology of the Void.

One of the problems for a loose leaf collection of brick making people lost in the desert is when their temperamental and possibly insane self appointed leader occasionally disappeared for forty days and forty nights. They were basically left in the middle of nowhere. On one occasion, the brick-makers, while he was gone, collected the gold and silver earrings and bangles from family collections, melted it all down to make a golden calf, who they hoped would be an infinitely more reliable figurehead and guide through the tribulations.

When Moses finally got back from the mountain, he did not think it funny. As he explained in his biography he went into one of his yellow faced rages, he started yelling about having no other god but me, he broke important legal documents which had been written in stone, he burned the Golden Calf which he then had ground into a powder and he forced everyone to drink, and he was obliged to ask the Levites to make sure the traditional 3000 people were slaughtered.

The point is, by building a golden calf the average brick-maker didn't actually think he was breaking a law. What he thought they were doing was filling a void. They were trying to mend a broken circuit, they were materializing the infinite, they'd reconnected and golly, how happy they were when they thought they'd fixed the loop, they sang and danced. The Golden Calf wasn't a conduit to a Voice dictating laws from on the top of a mountain it was a genuine, in-place, ill-defined Noun, who could do weddings, provide a moment of calm and stuff.

Mind you John Walking Stewart would have been persuaded to suggest that by taking circulating precious metals and fusing them into a Golden Calf it would have been a crime against sensate atoms, a crime against moral motion, not something the Laplanders would have engaged in.

Not absolutely certain that the Stone Tablets were any different, but Moses had half a point, this Golden Calf was vibrationally dead, it pretended that something permanent could exist in a universe of Constant Transition, and if you had megalomaniacal leanings, as a source of meaning the Golden Calf was individualistic, it wasn't down from on high and potentially it was incredibly subversive. 

Prediction Centers and Sensate Atoms

Ant Work

 Our issue is of course simple. "Love, purpose, beauty and the Everywhen, don't leave a footprint in the sand or in laboratories." At least not yet.

An argument suggests that the brain is a "Prediction Center." It makes stuff up and if this stuff seems roughly correct it becomes fixed as a belief which is difficult to dislodge. We, possibly more linear thinkers are inclined toward what we nobly call evidence, the world is obviously flat otherwise we'd fall off it, wouldn't we. The claim that possibly non-linear thinkers, who are more open minded are more likely to believe stuff unsupported by evidence is a tempting one. And in my role as a fuddy-duddy, the thing to remember is that through our history we have always been a species that cleaves to neither linear nor non-linear ways of thinking, there are two sides to our brain and we embrace both.

Perhaps a more interesting aspect of our many ways of being is explored under the subtitle of "Tribal Handshake" which is the understanding that a shared belief is more valuable than a belief supported by facts, and here it seems that when you as an individual see your group agreeing on something your brain releases the cuddle hormone, otherwise known as Oxytocin. So, it's not what the brain believes, it's the cohesion the belief creates that puts the glee into the gathering of irrational masses. And as we all know Oxytocin is psychologically addictive.

There are some, in their search to unearth the home of emotions, look for the tension between the Limbic system, where emotions are made, and the right brain, where the poetry of the non-linear lives and the left brain, where the step by step of the linear lives. The Model is called the Approach vs. Avoidance model. It's very tempting, but a tad too insular. This is how the model sees the tensions: the emotion emerges from the Limbic system, the right and left sides of the brain either approach them to the point of intimately engaging with them or having appraised the emotion in the context of a wider world avoids it. Here the left brain might relish Greed as a necessary ingredient to a line of thinking, and the right brain might eschew greed to the point of arguing against Greed as a guarantee of eternal life amongst the hoarders and spendthrifts in the Fourth Circle of Hell. 

For Walking Stewart who died in the 1820's, Moral Motion and the Great Circulation, we as people are far too interrelated with the whole, you can't go round saying this brain part does x and this brain part does y and this brain part makes emotions. Oh No! We people are far too flexible and responsive to the contexts of our thoughts, there's absolutely no chance of you or I ever being able to come up with a stable moral response to a circumstance. Certainly not! We can justify anything. What happens is that something like the emotion of greed messes with the circulation, and the reality of Moral Motion is that good things make the universe better and bad things make the universe badder. The point being it's the society, the lives we live in the society that determines whether we are Beasts of the Forest or whether, like the Laplanders, we are contributing to the tranquility of sensate atoms. 

Another Shot at Songlines

Golden Willow

 OK, so let's risk ostracism with an act of faith by falling into the Everywhen of the Original Australian Peoples, Walking Stewart's ill-tutored Great Circulation, and the Buddha's Karmic Ripening in an attempt to kick out the jams and go Punk Rock on social structures that were persuaded to fill out the nothingness of longing by inventing the Coffee Table Book. 

What!

In our own time, in our own place, Stewart is closest to our habits of thinking. His Great Circulation, can be subtitled Atomic Ethics. It's not about the bombs, it's about atoms, the tiniest part of mass and Moral Motion. Like Whitehead a hundred years later, Stewart proposed that fundamental matter was sensate, it had the gift of senses. If you were nasty to it, that nastiness was recorded, and round the Great Circulation went taking your nastiness with it. There again if you were good to it, it was recorded into the long term record and round it went taking your goodness with it. For Stewart when you died, you personally were not rewarded for being good or bad, instead you returned to the atoms you were made of and these atoms joined with the universe. 

The Buddha has a whole university of not schisms as such, better to call them distinct practices. Karmic Ripening as a means to understand belonging to the whole, uses the idea of seeds planted by good or bad deeds which when conditions were right sprouted and returned to haunt or bless you. And when you think about some blubbering supreme court justice casting around for righteousness and coming up with what goes round come round, rest assured it wouldn't be the first time some horrible mother's boy has caused the Buddha to think about taking a ruler to knuckles.

To you and I, the Everywhen is a non-linear concept of time explained to us by anthropologists. Anthropologists are people and as people they have disagreements. Their general definition defines the Everywhen as a simultaneous past, present and future which can be understood as an Eternal Present where the distinction between being awake and asleep are very blurred. Reality, in this understanding, isn't fact or fiction it's a resonance shared with the living mind of the land itself. To walk a Songline is to walk inside the mind of an ancestor. And when you add to that Songline or subtract from it because of a change in the circumstances of a waterhole you are expressing a state of relatedness between yourself and your role in the reality of the universe.

 

The Germanic Festival of Yule In Bethlehem

A Yuletide Young Buck Hoof Print

 Even Johnathan Swift "hankered after a lost Golden Age." Hanker comes from Dutch words that mean to hang, to hook and to crave. Johnathan Swift was an Irishman who died in 1745 of "unsound mind and memory" when he was 77. Swift's hankering lead him to write "satirical prose" such as Gulliver's Travels, and long before Swift, back in Ancient Greece, poets were waxing and waning on the shores of "Lost Golden Ages." Fortunately I remain puerile, which comes from the Latin for boy, which these days means "childishly silly and trivial." And so it is, that my grasp of a golden age falls off the cliff whenever the word "Civilization" is mentioned. 

It's not so much a question of stealing souls, it's more a question of replacing them. So, let's talk about the Kenneth Clark who doesn't have an 'e' at the end of his surname, he's the Kenneth Clark who was made a life peer for "Services to Art." This Kenneth Clark, you might be glad to hear, died 1983 when he was 79. He was a well mannered boy, polite and hardworking, from yet another family who'd made their fortune in textiles. Kenneth wasn't an artist himself but he knew a lot about Art, and in his later years, in response to thinly veiled criticisms of his "Great Man" approach to the world in general and Art in particular he wrote this:

"I hold a number of beliefs that have been repudiated by the liveliest intellects of our time. I believe that order is better than chaos, creation better than destruction. I prefer gentleness to violence, forgiveness to vendetta. On the whole I think that knowledge is preferable to ignorance, and I am sure that human sympathy is more valuable than ideology."

He is quoted here as a man whose soul had been replaced, he had a creed, an "I believe" response. Fair and balanced, in his society he was everything he wanted to be. When Kenneth Clark knew he'd be dead soon, he did a Schlegel, he decided the Church of England was too secular for his taste, with pomp and ceremony he prostrated himself to the Roman Catholic Church. An operating system, which, he'd probably decided, gave him a better chance of attaching his frequencies to the frequencies he imagined already operated the next world. 

I can actually hear a tidal wave of criticism. But as I said, I remain Puerile. So na-na-nanny-boo-boo.