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11/20/2015

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LJR

As you have pointed out many times - there's no natural constituency for your "message." You're not exactly a pretty girl popping out of the birthday cake at a bachelor party. And that's what the FaceBook crowd's looking for.

Zero surprise from this quarter.

Even if we approached our problems "scientifically" we'd at best get to "3D Land" and that would be far short of what's required. Natural selection over a vast time scale is the only process I know that can generate quasi-stable situations. The language, science, technology and "culture" of humans cannot create realizable models needed for longer term stability. We're genetically too limited for that. What we "see" is not an "actionable" reality but, rather, a cartoon characterization of an almost infinitely dimensional universe. We act and then interpret "what happens" as a "consequence" of our action with shock and surprise, no? No matter how ironic the outcome we continue to act because:

Action is consolatory.
It is the enemy of thought and the friend of flattering illusions.
- Joseph Conrad

However, I enjoy reading what you have to say for its lugubrious drollery:

"For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away. Once, I remember, we came upon a man-of-war anchored off the coast. There wasn't even a shed there, and she was shelling the bush. It appears the French had one of their wars going on thereabouts. Her ensign dropped limp like a rag; the muzzles of the long six-inch guns stuck out all over the low hull; the greasy, slimy swell swung her up lazily and let her down, swaying her thin masts. In the empty immensity of earth, sky, and water, there she was, incomprehensible, firing into a continent. Pop, would go one of the six-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech and nothing happened. Nothing could happen. There was a touch of insanity in the proceeding, a sense of lugubrious drollery in the sight; and it was not dissipated by somebody on board assuring me earnestly there was a camp of natives he called them enemies! hidden out of sight somewhere." (1.30)

Heart of Darkness

We ALL live in flatland. It's our fate and our doom.

I tend to believe that those of us who think about this recognize that we're screwed and the best course of action is to "Eat, drink and be merry." I pity our survivors individually but not collectively.

I try to laugh and not let the "vast indifference of it all" swallow me whole. It's absurd all the way down.

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