From Atè and Poine to a rule of Law not of Men

Could be Poine on a day off chatting to a Fury

 In the Ancient World of the North Eastern Mediterranean there was more to Atè than the inevitability of an endless Blood-Feud. But something like a conflict between Menelaus and Paris over who deserved Helen, that whole thing was complex, baked-in and as a result a Blood-Feud of some sort was bound to happen.

 Menelaus and Paris both were much smitten by the most beautiful girl mortal in the world and being competitive boys with reputations for honor and valor to maintain, each felt entitled to Helen. They both felt there'd been far too much influence from the politicking of the gods, particularly the Goddess of Love herself, Aphrodite, who may have decided that Helen preferred a life with Paris in Troy than with Menelaus  who lived in part of the world where the expression spartan existence comes from.

 Aphrodite always had opinions. By some reckonings everyone knew that since losing most of her youth Aphrodite just didn't like men, they were far to fickle and needed to be regularly punished, she wasn't that fond of pretty young things and a war between Menelaus and Paris would be easily ten years of solid entertainment for her.

 Along with Atè, the Greeks had "Poine" or "Poena," as in Subpoena. She was a personified spirit of retribution and vengeance, like her boss she had wings and was often pictured seated looking interested. Poine was an attendant to Nemesis, so it should come as no surprise that Poine had a lot of friends amongst the totally out of control inhabitants of the Underworld called The Furies.

 When someone wise like Apollo wanted to make sure a miscreant who'd fallen for one of Atè's blindings, which we talked about yesterday, was properly punished, Poine was sent to observe and on occasion one or other of the parties to a Blood-Feud  might raise the possibility of paying a ransom as recompense for damage done. This Ransom was called Poine. The common sense theory behind Poine was that a person could release themselves from their past misdeed, and do away with the possibility of an endless and destructive, error ridden Blood-Feud by instead paying Blood-Money to the wronged party.

 This wasn't as simple as it sounds. Back in those days the Furies didn't give in that easy, they were a very excitable limbic emission enriched bunch with hardly any administrative oversight who spent a lot of time with Poine before she went all administrative on them by suggesting they were far too primordial in their reluctance to adopt this half baked strategy of Money instead of a Feud.

 The other point that needs to be made here is that back in those distant days, a family or a clan if they'd been wronged, believed that the land itself had been infected with a pollutant that would spread like a plague, destroy everything unless that wrong was cleansed in a visceral and limbic manner. There wasn't an alternative to Blood-Feuding. You couldn't just wake up one day and say the Blood-Feud is a thing of the past.

 Not for one moment would the ancestors swallow that sort of namby pamby excuse for cowardice. They didn't invent the wheel by confronting the Saber Tooth Tiger with cowardice! No! They responded with a hard-arsed united front that challenged the Saber Tooth Tiger's understanding of easy meat. It was just plain ludicrous to think that a couple of cows as recompense for someone's brother mysteriously disappearing cleansed anything. The only solution was to launch ships and make it right. If hundreds of people had to die then so be it, this was for the greater good of the cosmos.

 There's a good case for arguing that if the very Ancient Greeks couldn't see the value of Blood-Money over a Blood-Feud they were savages, uncivilized and barbarous. But that argument would be wrong. The ancient world of people had a well developed and personal relationship with their universe and with themselves that required participation from their Gods. You couldn't just say we mortals could easily sort this out ourselves if we could please stop believing that stealing someone's cow or killing their brother pollutes the land with a catastrophic earth shattering infectious sicknesses. 

 But in those days, in exactly the same way we can today, what you could do was get the Gods on the side of a new concept of Law and Order. In that Ancient Eastern Mediterranean World the first thing to do was to find a way to sidestep the wrath of the Furies, you had to rein them in, persuade them to develop impulse control. In this whole area of discussing practicalities with the Gods, reputable Oracles, Shamans, Priestesses and Priests were very useful and authoritative. They were the social freeloaders, the cocktail party class, who sometimes called for the sacrifice of virgins, but they could get someone like Apollo to have a word with a Representatives of the God of Retribution and Vengeance and ask her to add to someone like Poine's workload by persuading Poine to do more than observe, take notes at Blood-Feuds and gossip with Furies. In short, Poine had to become a more active participant. 

 This did not happen overnight, it took generations, but in time and with the cooperation between Gods and a few well placed Mortals, the Gods were persuaded that yes indeed, a negotiation chaired by Poine was a very effective way to wash away the stain of sin on the earth. In every way it was cleansing just as good as an old fashioned deep down Limbic Emission of a generational Blood-Feud. 

Sadly for all of us, as The Department of Administrative Satisfaction, Confessions and Healing began to dominate the interstitial space between the "I" and the "Me" Poine lost her connection to the Gods, her role was taken away from her, given to the Public Temple where she became a fine or prison sentence, hemlock or exile and while the immediate problem might have been fixed, the cosmos had not been restored, we people drifted further and further away from the Universe.

At first people might have been able to say: "I am not taking this money because I am greedy! I am taking it because the Goddess Poine has declared that if I take it the cycle of the Blood-Feud is closed. I have to take this money, otherwise........!"

Then as the court system developed and Athena persuaded The Furies to get with the times and think of themselves as the "Kindly Ones" instead of blood thirsty vigilantes of the Underworld whose job was making life hell for murders and oath breakers, Poine became a footnote to the wise utterances of chaps like Plato et al, and we in the west were all headed for the Code of Justinian, Church Cannon Law, English Common Law, the Code of Napoleon. We wanted a Rule of Law not of Men


 

Understandings of forgiveness

Hera, on a wall in Pompeii.
Goddess of Marriage, women, family and childbirth,

 Zeus's father was the king bee of the Titans, he was a not too bright man called Cronus. One of Cronus' great fears was a prophecy that assured him he was going to be killed by one of his sons. Many will argue that this happened a lot in the bad old days when our Limbic Emissions had a less effective Department of Administrative Satisfaction. The point is, every time Cronus' wife Rhea, who was Cronus' sister, bore him a son he swallowed the boy.

 This left a problem of succession, which Rhea decided to solve by persuading her husband to swallow a stone instead of swallowing her most recent son, Zeus. And lo, when Zeus came of age he forced Cronus to regurgitate the sons he had swallowed, took advantage of his brothers, none of whom had any love for Cronus, and he made war on the Titans, took control of Olympus, became King of the Gods and in the family tradition he married one of his own many sisters, this one was called Hera, who's pictured above.

 In due course Hera had a more serious than usual disagreement with Zeus, this one was about which of her children got what. There was no trying to be reasonable, so in her role as Queen of Olympus she decided that as punishment for Zeus' constant infidelities, in the traditional manner through deception, she'd see to it that her favorite, not his favorite, would get the keys to the Oldsmobile.

 Say what you like about the close relationship the Greek Gods had with their Limbic Emissions and their poorly developed Department of Administration, but if Hera hadn't acted as she did we might never have met the personification of delusion, recklessness, folly and ruin the Ancient Greeks called Atè. She may have been one of Zeus daughters or possibly the daughter of the Goddess of Strife and Discord, but she had keen insights into the Human Condition. 

 Hera had asked Atè to help her make sure her disputed son Hephaestus received the due respect he deserved and it didn't all go to her undisputed son Aries, who nobody, not even Zeus liked. Relatively speaking, both Hephaestus and Aries were perfectly decent Gods, but the title disputed attached to more gossipy mentions of the name Hephaestus pissed Zeus off because no one in Olympus believed, even for God's, that parthenogenesis, which is another name for Virgin birth, was a real thing. If it wasn't Zeus then someone else had sired Hephaestus, and there was every reason to believe Hera was as well attached to her own Department of Limbic Emissions as any other  traditional Queen of the Gods.

 Well it wouldn't be Ancient Greece if Atè had managed to successfully deceive Zeus. Hera claimed innocence, apart from which she was a Queen and the Goddess for women, marriage, childbirth and family, and of course she was perfect. Zeus was furious, he had to do something, he grabbed Atè by her hair and threw her down to earth where she kept herself occupied by blinding the minds of both gods and men, causing them to do dreadful and foolish things.

 The Greeks believed in a kind of blindness and delusion they identified as Atè. It just came over you, it wasn't really your fault, but once the wrong was done, it still created a Blood-Debt. If someone stole your wife and took her to live a life of luxury in Troy as opposed to the rather tedious and isolated lifestyle offered to the most beautiful female mortal in the world by a Greek Property Owner who spent most of his time out with the lads beating up on neighboring City States, you were duty bound to get her back or die trying. This eye for an eye logic was well sourced in Limbic Emissions and is still very much a subject of dispute in those interstitial spaces between "I" and "Me."

 Nonetheless, Atè, somewhere in her devious soul, had given Hannah Arendt the beginning of her understanding of forgiveness. An opportunity for a New Beginning as opposed to some soppy excuse for not putting any effort into getting your own revenge right here on earth. 


Did Jesus have non-linear thoughts, the "I/Me" and the Beatitudes.

A Land of Ice and Snow

 To summarize, we People have a "Me" and an "I." "The I" is mostly somatic and when exchanging opinions "The I" issues from the limbic system, it's the grumpy old guy devoted to surrealist utterances, who lives in the basement. The "Me" is both sides of a gossiping couple called the  Prefrontal Cortex. "The I," being somatic and bodily, isn't big on language, the "I" produces "Affects" which for a doctor are the physical symptoms of an internal emotional condition that requires diagnosis.

Our couple, the "Me" has a bit of a cogitate, during which conclusions about the legitimacy of the "I's" position are  reached. Many of "Our" conclusions  are based on the perceived Affect "The I" position will have on other members of "Our" species.

Why on earth? An understanding of society is socially constructed. This makes it a symbolic understanding of something that may or may not be real. Like the curate's egg our symbolic understandings of the real have good parts and bad parts.

The other thing we have to try to accept is that we share these constructed symbols and together they comprise the cognitive architecture that enables society. We like to think we control this operating system but we don't. What we are is a little piece of what evolved to be an interdependent system which in evolutionary terms has been very successful but which in more recent iterations of Western society seems to encourage those of us with a more sociopathic attitude toward The Beatitudes.

Baxter and I with much assistance from Can Bobby and no help whatsoever from Ivan have come to an "I/Me" conclusion that "I" should henceforth be referred to as "The Department of Limbic Emissions" and the "Me" should be charged with the administrative task of running "The Department of Administrative Satisfaction, Confessions and Healing."

Our inspiration for this decision comes from Zhang Daoling and his "Way of the Five Pecks of Rice." Successive leaders of the movement became depressingly theocratic and authoritarian.They took to increasing the number of rules, decreasing the number of people allowed into paradise and to calling themselves "The Celestial Masters."

The Point is, with ICE in the trees and Snow on the ground I wish to argue for an understanding of the beatitudes that suggest they may have come from the non-linear mind of a Hunter-Gatherer and later his message was realigned to suit an Augustinian Iron Cage of Stalinesque Linear Thinking.

The question is, was Jesus cynically hunting and gathering converts to the linear cause and its demand for absolute obedience. Or was he in any way non-linear. Was his  "Blessed are the Meek," a rejection by the less responsive and surly of the absolute control demanded of them by the Trinity. Was "Blessed are the Poor in Spirit," a rejection of spiritual accumulation. Was "Blessed are those who hunger and thirst," a validation of the "I" in the basement roaring what the F's the matter with everyone then sticking a finger down his throat while the quarreling storage and hierarchy couple who lived upstairs admired an invitation to the White House Easter Egg Hunt and attempted to interpret their sense of abject and pointless emptiness. 




Plato, Saint Augustine, Calvin, the Neoplatonists and Interstitial Space.

A Ribosome Producing a Useful Protein

It's a fair habit, when looking into the face of a Westerner, to ask: "What did Plato and Saint Augustine do to you?" The point being Saint Augustine of Hippo, although he was alive six or seven hundred years after Plato died, had spent many useful hours reading Latin translations of Greek Texts, which in discussing Plato, was a more mystical and spiritually inspired exploration than the one Plato might have appreciated from readers of his own philosophies.

Augustine was a Baptized Neoplatonist, he'd participated in the self congratulatory ritual special making katharsis of washing away his doubts and ascending spiritually to sit by the side of the One God of the Neoplatonists. Augustine's famous prayer "Lord make me chaste but not yet" has followed him like a dog's tail down through the centuries, made him one of the chaps. But try to trust me, any thought of martyrdom was always the furthest thing from Augustine's mind. The boy was of the middle classes of Roman Citizens, ambitious for wealth and status, and asking a Roman to explain Plato was a little like asking a Victorian to explain the people of the Upper Zambezi to you.

Both Plato and Augustine of Hippo were firmly of the opinion that language did not do much more than describe what was already there. Plato saw language as a reflection of eternal ideal forms and pretty reliable so long as there was precision in the use of words, no incomprehensible mumbling, or poor enunciation, or purposeful deception.

Fur Augustine language certainly reflected eternal ideal forms, it signified real things, but it wasn't a reliable vehicle for transcending the earthly plain, exploring the inner world of the truth behind the signs which required an understanding of God the Creator, who God was, what he meant, what he wanted, and why he was so incredibly important to a person's career, for that God needed to say stuff. 

In a sense Saint Augustine, being ambitious for wealth and status in the world of Rhetoric, had an understanding of language which saw language as offering a more creative access to Plato's eternal forms. Plato's world argued for Apollo as the prime source of Divine Truth, he gave Apollo a voice through the Priestess of Apollo who served in the Temple at Delphi, a place of spectacle, games, theater  and pilgrimage. All the same you can't get away from the tongue in cheek of a dialogue that saw Socrates as a tourist, reading an axiom on the temple at Delphi's walls that read "Know Thyself." Apparently a friend had been queuing up and had paid for a chance to ask the Oracle the question "Is anyone wiser than Socrates?" The Oracle had answered "No!"

Of course Socrates knew very well that he didn't know everything and he certainly wasn't the wisest of men and he also believed that Apollo through the Oracle couldn't lie. This left Socrates with the difficult problem of wondering what Apollo, if he couldn't lie, had meant by announcing that no one was wiser than Socrates.

Socrates in his own journey through life, started asking questions of people who'd always made a point of claiming to be wise. It turned out, Plato noted, they weren't the stable geniuses they thought they were. Soon enough Plato understood what Apollo had meant. Socrates the wisest of men because Socrates by knowing he knew nothing, he clearly knew himself. Henceforth for Socrates, his Divine Mission was to ask difficult philosophical questions of one and all, but mostly of Jackasses who claimed to have all the answers.

 The concept of Divine Truth is safe and well with Saint Augustine, less so with Plato. Saint Augustine, like all Neoplatonists, could be extraordinarily creative with his interpretations. He insisted that the Virgin Birth was central to the Christian message and that Mary remained a virgin through the conception of, the bearing of and the birth of Jesus. With out Mary's sacrifice everything else fell apart.

Plato, on the other hand, a man who was concerned with knowing how to understand knowledge, most likely would have considered the story of Jesus' birth a mythical account designed to elevate the individuals involved.

It's kind of like this for me, everyone wants a God or Gods. What Calvin did while God was back up the mountains confidently enjoying a ham sandwich and a bit of respite from his many errors was to give everyone a real powerful interest in experimenting with secularizing idols that offered more immediate comfort than the hellish and endless drudge of making fewer and fewer and less and less worthy people ridiculously wealthy.

But the point I am trying to make is not some obvious economic point about the cliff we've fallen off, the solution to which will be an End Times that offers an opportunity to reinvent ourselves, it's how, as a species, do we understand the space-in-between. To use a term usually understood by the medical profession, how do we understand the interstitial spaces. And I'm not talking God and Man so much as I'm talking the space between "I" and "Me," the recursive to and fro, a backwards and forwards between the two parts of thinking.    

My current thinking in the area is finding some comfort in the idea of this interstitial space suffering from an unfortunate confluence with some sort of infectious protein that has become available to out bodies as a result of an industrialization of diet