Covenant

Vinca Minor

 The meanings in the English Speaking word covenant start with the ideas of cutting and sharing. This cutting and sharing form of covenant either followed a blood oath or followed how the meat of something like an Ox or a Goat was divided following an ordained by the Priest sacrifice. Today Covenant still has Legal and Religious meanings all of which we are going to ignore and concentrate on the sacred rather than mixed up diddle-dads of the profane. And by sacred the meaning is clear you can't get a priest or a lawyer to release you from the shame of breaking an understanding between yourself and another. The issue being, a covenant hasn't hurdled the distance between a small almond shape in the temporal lobe and the Humpty Dumpty of the Left Hemisphere that produces work for lawyers, Priests and Grammarians.

 

Prosperity Preaching

Fallen Cedar

 The error of "Tongue in cheek" is that some moron will run with it as fact. As it happens, in my view, the essence of Fake News as a concept goes deep into the past, it wandered in the wilderness for a thousand odd years, it was dug up, it reacquainted itself with the present, it 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."