Yet might I not brush the arm of the complicit?Hobbled wrote:There is much poison in your words, but you are thankfully an ineffective old wind-bag. You sit in your self-impose loneliness, dreaming up schemes. Poisonous you may be, but like a lone nettle in the middle of a field people just pass by and you go unnoticed, except when you occasionally brush and arm of the innocent. You wait, and wait to infect those around with your poison, but soon enough you will wither and die, and then you will be trampled into the earth having achieved nothing. No one will know you were there.
People of the radical liberal tribe are under the thrall of ideas that 'possess' them in a sense, that determine perception. My interest is in 'metaphysics', the force of description to orient, circumscribe, and determine view. This sounds pretty simplistic when described like this. What is more obvious, on one hand, and what is more easy to expose, on the other. Not so! In fact, very much the opposite is so: it is immensely difficult to turn round sufficiently to be able to examine and analyse the structure that informs our perception. I came to this through Shakespeare studies. To understand some of the strange and complex ideas expressed in Shakespeare's poetry required better understanding of the (late) medieval metaphysic.
I began that aspect of my examination some years ago now, and how surprising it is that the process of 'turning round' to see oneself takes as long as it does. The obvious correspondence is, of course, the metaphor of the Platonic cave. In any case, turning round to see one's own 'projection equipment' function in the sense I mean is not quite as lofty as seeing one's own status as an incarnated being (the cave metaphor as being borrowed from Eastern concepts, most likely), but it has led to interesting results. You and the other freakshows-on-wheels who populate this exciting forum of vibrant exchange of ideas, have a very difficult time understanding what is meant by the concept 'metaphysic', nor do you seem much to understand the degree to which you are driven along - determined - by idea-sets that rise up in you, mechanically. One 'hot' word and you become spasmodic in apoplectic fits. I would sincerely have hoped for more mental reaction and less psycho-physical reaction, yet both or either are useful to my purposes. Only to expose. Only to suggest.
Curiously, you-all operate from a sentimentalist stance. That is, at the core you are not working in ideas, you are responding to sentiments, and responding sentimentally. It is the essence of feminine reaction, and femininity is strong in the way your minds work. There is nothing at all wrong with females or the feminine - heaven forbid such an idea! - but in my view it is critical that men reclaim Idea, and also discourse, and make efforts to separate away that peculiar, noticeable, ever-recurring, feminine reactiveness: an inculcated trait which our surrounding society privileges. You are a first-class example, Hobbled, of a man infected by the feminine. You cannot see this but it renders you completely manipulatable. You become controlled by your reactions. It is basically a waste of time to dialogue with you. Its like talking to a mental deficient or an afflicted child. Look to it.
Now, on to your poetry! But as 'antidote' I offer you this:
First things first. Though you cannot understand what you do, what you do is very ancient, very 'primitive', and grounded in old means and methods: You bring forth an insult-curse:... I have been still led like a child
My heedless wayward path and wild
Thro' this rough world by feebler clues,
So they were bright, than rainbow-dews
Spun by the insect gossamer
To climb with thro' the ropy air ...
- Thou clay-brained guts, thou knotty-pated fool, thou whoreson obscene greasy tallow-catch!
- Thou art the veriest varlet that ever chewed with a tooth.
- A fool go with thy soul, whither it goes!
- Thine sole name blisters our tongues.
- O teach me how I should forget to think.
Now why, I ask, would atheists rely so much on this strange metaphysical formula? And why do philosophers engage so fully at emotive levels? My theory is, as I have said, that you are invested and ensconced within a new metaphysic, a determining metaphysic, which is not really free of 'the old, dark stuff'. You have no means to conceive the 'intellectual' or angelical wold, and none to comprehend the dense, underworld stuff, and you have rejected the structure of metaphysic that most immediately underpins our perception (the medieval metaphysic), yet you are still very much in it! You bring curses against those who oppose the Structure of View in which you are holed-up. Magical formulations designed (if you had any power) to do harm essentially. Radical liberalism is a strange off-shoot of late Christianity. Look to it, man.
My main point is this: We need to turn round to examine ourselves more. To examine the Ideas (sentiments, half-formed thoughts, vague and dark semi-thoughts fused with emotional violences) that are used to keep perception locked toward a specific horizon. You are silly, bantering children. You are game-players. You are not carrying on in philosophy nor philosophically. Look to it!
