Showing posts with label Darth Vader. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Darth Vader. Show all posts

Tuesday, 19 February 2019

How Rick Grimes Became Darth Vader

You Have to let go of both The Fear of Failure AND The Desire for Succeess
(Which, not-coincidentally, also involves letting go of The Desire for Failure AND The Fear of Success)

Darth Vader is Not a Person;
Darth Vader is a Spirit

"Well, look at that. 
Dawn is breakin'. 
It's a Brand-New Day, Rick! 


I want you to think about 
What Could Have Happened... 

Think about What Happened -

And think about 
What Can Still Happen.

"Lonely, Solitary."
Carl Grimes is Wiser Than His Father — 
Because He Only Has One Eye

He locks his girlfriend Enid in a closet to keep her safe from an Evil neither could yet know or comprehend, and save her life while he and his Father and the warriors of The Tribe ride our and sally forth to face 

The Worst Thing in The World.

But immediately afterward, he lets her out, explains the reason for his actions, which she acknowledges and accepts.

And then, 
He lets her go Her Own Way, 

and thereafter 

Contends with her as an Equal.

Carl :
(Speaking Directly to his Unconscious Dad's Unconscious)

I killed three walkers. 


 They were at The Door. 
They were gonna get in, but I lured them away. 

I killed them. 
I saved you. 
I saved you.

I didn't forget while you had us playing farmer. 

I still know How to Survive.

 Lucky for us. 
I don't need you anymore. 
I don't need you to protect me anymore. 

I can take care of myself. 

You probably can't even protect me anyways. 
You couldn't protect Judith
You couldn't protect -


Hershel or Glenn or Maggie. 
Michonne, Daryl, or Mom. 

You just wanted to plant vegetables. 

You just wanted to hide. 
He knew where we were and you didn't care
You just hid behind those fences and waited for... 


They're all gone now. 

Because of You! 
They counted on you! 
You were their Leader! 


But now 
You're Nothing. 



(food bags rustle)

I'd be fine if you died. 


Damn it.

You shouldn't have risked it, going out there like that.

It's dangerous.

I was careful.


It's good that you found more food.

I found even more.
But I ate it.

What was it?

112 ounces of pudding.


I know we'll never get things back to the way they used to be.

What? I only clung to that for you.

For Judith.
Now She's gone.
And you, you're a Man, Carl.

You're a Man.

I'm sorry.

You don't need to be.

Sunday, 12 August 2018

Daedalus + Icarus

The Most Fundamental Meaning to 
Daedalus + Icarus 
is this:

He was willing to Sacrifice his son (i.e. The Future), in order to become FREE.

There is an art to flying, or rather a knack. 

The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. ... Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, that presents the difficulties.

" Darth Vader is The Ultimate Father - that is why He is MORE Powerful than Luke. "

- George Lucas

Luke Skywalker has no son - he sacrificed his birthright to Fatherhood in exchange for True Wisdom.

"What is it that You Think You Know
That I Know-Not..?"

Email to the Universe

"Dreams of flying appeared in the collective unconscious before the reality of flight existed in technology, and I suspect that 

if we understood our dreams better we would use our technology more wisely . . .

I suggest that we contemplate what our children look at every Saturday morning on TV.

 One of the most popular jokes in animated cartoons shows the protagonist walking off a cliff, 
without noticing what he has done. 

Sublimely ignorant, he continues to walk - on air - until he notices that he has been doing the "impossible," and then he falls . . .

Daedalus who, imprisoned in a labyrinth (conventional "reality"), invented wings and flew away, over the heads of his persecutors; and Icarus, the of Daedalus, who flew too close to the Sun Absolute and fell back to Earth. 


Like Porky Pig walking off a cliff, Icarus' fall contains a symbolism many have encountered in their own dreams . . .

Daedalus means "artist" in Greek . . . 
Daedalus, inventor of wings that took him from Earth to Outer Space - 

Why does he represent Art, instead of Science? . . .

The genius of an artist, Aristotle says, lies in his texne, the root from which we get our word "technology"; but texne basically means skill or craft, or the ability to
make things that never existed before. 

Negative entropy
i.e., information . . .



The Muse-ician and The Architect
The Poet and The Physicist --

 all inventors of new realities 

-- all such Creators may be best considered late evolutionary developments of the type that first appears as 
The Shaman. 

Please remember that shamans in most cultures are known as 

"They Who Walk in The Sky,

just like our current shaman-hero, 

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo (for example) isn't ANY of those things - 
He's a Pirate King
a Plunderer.

Leia is The Hearth.

But I can't believe She was so foolish to think that She could send Her Son away, and for any good to come of it....

Yes I Can, though.

The ironies of Swift and Aristophanes, and the myths of the fall of Icarus and Donald Duck, indicate that 

Your Point Being...
The Collective Unconscious contains a force opposed to our Dreams of Flight

This appears inevitable . . .

But what if we begin to regrow healthy organs of Poetic Imagination and flight

What if we 
"put on wings and arouse the coiled splendor within," 
as Liber Al urges? . . .

Joyce did not name his emblematic Artist merely 
Daedalus, but Stephen Daedalus 
-- after St. Stephen the Protomartyr
who reported a Vision and was stoned to death for it . . .

Those of us who have no avocation for martyrdom must learn, when we realize how much neophobia remains built into the contraptions of "society" and "the State," the art of surviving in spite of them. 

"Even Back When You Had Two Eyes..."

In a word, we must 
"get wise" 
in both the Socratic meaning of the phrase and in the most hardboiled street meaning. 

Neophobia functions as an Evolutionary Driver, 
forcing The Neophiliac to get very smart very fast."

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy states: "There is an art to flying, or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. ... Clearly, it is this second part, the missing, that presents the difficulties."

You must learn how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. Pick a nice day and try it. The first part is easy. All it requires is the ability to throw yourself forward with all your weight and the willingness not to mind that it's going to hurt. That is, it's going to hurt if you fail to miss the ground. If you are really trying properly, the likelyhood is that you will fail to miss the ground fairly hard.

Clearly, it is the second part, the missing, which presents the difficulties.

One problem is that you have to miss the ground accidentally. It's no good deliberately intending to miss the ground because you won't. You have to have your attention suddenly distracted by something else then you're halfway there, so that you are no longer thinking about falling, or about the ground, or about how much it's going to hurt if you fail to miss it.

It is notoriously difficult to prise your attention away from these three things during the split second you have at your disposal. Hence most people's failure, and their eventual disillusionment with this exhilarating and spectacular sport.

If, however, you are lucky enough to have your attention momentarily distracted at the crucial moment by, say, a gorgeous pair of legs (tentacles, pseudopodia, according to phyllum and/or personal inclination), or a bomb going off in your vicinity, or by suddenly spotting an extremely rare species of beetle crawling along a nearby twig, then in your astonishment you will miss the ground completely and remain bobbing just a few inches above the ground in what might seem to be a slightly foolish manner.

This is the moment for superb and delicate concentration.

Bob and float. Float and bob.

Ignore all considerations of your own weight and simply let yourself waft higher.

Do not listen to what anybody says to you at this point because they are unlikely to say anything helpful.

They are most likely to say something along the lines of "Good God, man, you can't possibly be flying!" It is vitally important not to believe them or they will suddenly be right.

Waft higher and higher. Try a few swoops, gentle ones at first, then drift above the treetops, breathing regularly.



With more experience, you will learn how to land properly, which is something you will almost certainly screw up, and screw up badly, on your first attempt.

Flight School

There are private flying clubs you can join which help you with the all important moment of distraction. They hire people with surprising bodies or opinions to leap out from behind bushes and exhibit and/or explain them at the critical moments. Few genuine hitchhikers will be able to afford to join these clubs, but some may be able to get temporary employment at them.

Friday, 28 July 2017

Collaboration : Working with Others

Jyn, my Stardust, I can't imagine what you think of me. 

When I was taken, I faced some bitter truths. 

I was told that soon enough, Krennic would have you as well. 

As time went by, I knew that you were either dead or so well hidden that he would never find you. 

I knew if I refused to work, if I took my own life, it would only be a matter of time before Krennic realised he no longer needed me to complete the project. 

So I did the one thing that nobody expected: 

I lied. 

I learned to lie

I played the part of a beaten man resigned to the sanctuary of his work.

 I made myself indispensable. 

And all the while I laid the groundwork of my revenge.



"So here’s my version of what happens :

Doing the comic, I set up these characters – the whole thing was set up as an adventure story, where there are some bad guys who live in another dimension, who want to enslave us all. 

And there’s some good guys who live in another dimension, who want us all to have a good time. 
In the middle, there is Us. 

And we are obviously trying to have a good time; everybody wants to have a good time, y’know? 

Hitler wanted to have a good time.

We all want to have a good time. So we’ve got to understand that, as a starter.

The more I set up these dualities – the more I set these people against the opposition – the more it started to seem like a complete crock, and that we’ve been sold this nonsense of opposition.

And I began to find that the closer I got to the end of the series, the whole ‘opposition’ element of it was the least meaningful, least important part of it. And that we’ve actually been deluding ourselves in a lot of ways.

Beyond that, I found we’ve actually been deluding ourselves in the worst way of all by believing in The Individual.

Stay with me on this.

 " "Kafka, Orwell, Patrick McGoohan in The Prisoner.. everyone told us The Individual was the most important thing we could be.

Everyone is fucking ‘quirky’ these days; 

Every shit in their window of MTV is ‘quirky’. 

Everyone’s cool; everyone’s smart…

It’s Not True.

What if The Individual was the fake? 

What if The Individual’s the crock? 

And we’ve actually been sold that by “Them”;
by The Man, The Establishment.. 
whatever you want.

Because what occurred to me is that when you talk about The Individual,
and you deal with The Individual,
you find that the end of The Individual is NEUROSIS.

To be individual means that there is “self” and “not self”.

So where I stop..
the boundaries of “me”,
right, this physical body;
the boundaries of me that stretch out..
Things I Believe In... 

I’m sure we’d all be friends if we talked –
but would we be friends with Newt Gingrich?

But that’s The Point:
I stop, where Newt Gingrich starts

Why is that? 

Why do I stop there? 

Why does he define my self-sense?
And I can’t absorb HIM?

Why do these fuckers..
Why does the Skull And Bones Society,
or the CIA...
Why do the 33º Masons –

Why are they different from us?

They’re NOT – 

They want to explain things. 
They want an answer. 

They’ve found an answer that seems to suit them – which seems kind of uncool and cruel to me, because it involves exploiting other people. 

But they’re looking for an answer. 

We’re all looking for the same thing: 

Why. Are. We. Here?