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Tuesday 26 January 2021

THE AEON OF ISIS






The Egyptians and Phoenicians had such a close and warm relationship that the venerable Isis and Osiris legend of Egypt included a trip by their Queen to Byblos in Lebanon to seek help in time of need. It began when her husband -- the god Osiris, who was also the king -- was killed by his brother Seth. The body of Osiris was sealed in a chest and thrown into the Nile River. The rest of the story is told to us by Plutarch, the Greek biographer.

" Isis on [hearing] the news, sheared off one of her tresses, and put on a mourning robe, whence the city, even to the present day has the name of “Copto” (I beat the breast). . . . She learnt by inquiry that the chest had been washed up by the sea at a place called Byblus [Byblos], and that the surf had gently laid it under an Erica [Accacia] tree. This Erica, a most lovely plant, growing up very large in a very short time had enfolded, embraced and concealed the coffer within itself. The King of the place being astonished at the size of the plant, and having cut away the clump that concealed the coffer from sight, set the latter up as a pillar to support his roof.

They tell how Isis having learnt all this by the divine breath of fame, came to Byblus, and sitting down by the side of a spring all dejected and weeping spoke not a word to any other persons, but saluted and made friends of the maid servants of The Queen, by dressing their hair for them, and infusing into their bodies a wonderful perfume out of herself; when The Queen saw her maids again, she fell a longing to see The Stranger, whose hair and whose body breathed of ambrosial perfume; and so she was sent for, [and] becoming intimate with the queen, was made nurse of her infant.  

The King’s name they say was Malacander, herself some call Astarte, others Sooses, others Neinanoë, who is the same with the Greek Athenais.

Isis is said to have suckled the child by putting, instead of her nipple, her finger into his mouth, and by night she singed away the mortal parts of his body. 

She turned herself into a swallow and flew around the pillar until The Queen watched her, and cried out when she saw her child all on fire, and so took away the boy’s immortality. 

Then The Goddess, manifesting Herself, asked for The Pillar of The Roof, and having removed it with the greatest ease, she cut away the Erica that surrounded it. 

This plant she wrapped up in a linen cloth, pouring perfume over it, and gave it in charge of The King; and to this day the people of Byblus venerate the wood, which is preserved in the temple of Isis.

Plutarch

Morals



 

 

 

BILL MOYERS: 
What did you mean, Joe, when you said that the triumph of Tristanís view of Love and Vision of Love, this beginning of Romantic Love in The West was ìLibido over Credoî?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Well, the credo, ìI Believe,î and I believe not only in the laws, but I believe that these laws were instituted by God, and thereís no arguing with God. I mean, these laws are just a heavy weight on me, and disobeying those is sin, and it has to do with my eternal character.

BILL MOYERS: And The Libido?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: The Libido is the impulse to life.

BILL MOYERS: Comes from where?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Comes from The Heart.

BILL MOYERS: And The Heart is what?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: The Heart is the organ of opening up to somebody else. Thatís the human quality, as opposed to the animal qualities, which have to do with, primarily with self-interest. Opening up to that which is other is the opening of The Heart, and thatís as the troubadours saw it, it is the opening of The Heart.

BILL MOYERS: I can certainly understand, though, why The Church was threatened by this, because how can you have a church if everyoneís libido is his or her Own God?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Why not? Why canít The Church handle that? If you can sanctify a marriage that has been arranged, why canít you sanctify a marriage where two people have joined each other?

BILL MOYERS: So the courage to love became the courage to affirm against Tradition, whatever knowledge stands confirmed in oneís own experience.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Yeah.

BILL MOYERS: Why was that important in the evolution of The West?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Well, it was important in that it gives The West this accent, as Iíve been saying, on the individual, that he should have faith in his experience, and not simply mouth terms that have come to him from other mouths. I think thatís the great thing in The West. The validity of the individualís experience of what humanity is, what life is, what values are, against the monolithic system.

BILL MOYERS: Was there some of this in the legend of the Holy Grail?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Yes. Wolfram has a very interesting statement about the origin of the Grail. He says the Grail was brought from heaven by the neutral angels. There was the war in heaven between God and Lucifer, and the angelic hosts that sided one group with Lucifer, and the other with God. Pair of opposites, good and evil, God and Satan. The Grail was brought down through the middle, the way of the middle, by the neutral angels.

BILL MOYERS: What is the Grail representing, then?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Well, the Grail becomes the, what we call it, that which is attained and realized by people who have lived their own lives. So the story very briefly is of this ó Iím giving it now as Wolfram gives it ó but this is just one version. The Grail King was a lovely young man, but he had not earned that position. And the Grail represents the fulfillment of the highest spiritual potentialities of the human consciousness. And he was a lovely young man, and he rode forth from his castle with the war cry, ìAmor!î And as heís riding forth, a Moslem, a pagan warrior, a Mohammedan warrior, comes out of the woods, a knight. And they both level their lances at each other, they drive at each other, and the lance of the grail king kills the Mohammedan, but the Mohammedan lance castrates the Grail King.

What that means is that the Christian separation of matter and spirit, of the dynamism of life and the spiritual, natural grace and supernatural grace, has really castrated nature. And the European mind, the European life, has been as it were, emasculated by this; true spirituality, which would have come from this, has been killed. And then what did the pagan represent? He was a person from the suburbs of Eden. He was regarded as a nature man, and on the head of his lance was written the word, ìGrail.î That is to say, nature intends the grail. Spiritual life is the bouquet of natural life, not a supernatural thing imposed upon it. And so the impulses of nature are what give authenticity to Life, not obeying rules come from a supernatural authority, thatís the sense of The Grail.

BILL MOYERS: 
And The Grail that these romantic legends were searching for is the union once again of what had been divided? The Peace that comes from joining?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: The grail becomes symbolic of an authentic life that has lived in terms of its own volition, in terms of its own impulse system, which carries it between the pairs of opposites, of good and evil, light and dark. 

Wolfram starts his epic with a short poem saying, 
ìEvery act has both Good and Evil results.î 

Every act in Life yields pairs of opposites in its results. 

The Best We Can Do is lean toward The Light, that is to say, Intend The Light, and What The Light Is, is that of the harmonious relationships that come from compassion, with suffering, understanding of The Other Person. 
This is what The Grail is about.

BILL MOYERS: 
When we say God is Love, does that have anything to do with Romantic Love? Does mythology ever link Romantic love and God?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Well, thatís what it did do. 
Love was a divine visitation, and thatís why it was superior to Marriage. 
That was the troubadour idea. 
If God is Love, well, then, Love is God, okay.

BILL MOYERS: 
Thereís that wonderful passage in Corinthians by Paul, where he says 
ìLove beareth all things, endureth all things.î

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Well, thatís the same business. Love Knows No Pain.

BILL MOYERS: 
And yet, one of my favorite stories of mythology is out of Persia, where there is the idea that Lucifer was condemned to hell because he loved God so much.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Yeah, and thatís a basic Muslim idea, about Iblis, thatís the Muslim name for Satan, being Godís greatest lover. 
Why was Satan thrown into hell? 
Well, the standard Story is that when God created the angels, he told them to bow to none but himself. 
Then he created Man, whom he regarded as a Higher Form Than The Angels, and he asked The Angels then to serve man. 
And Satan would not bow to Man. 
Now, this is interpreted in the Christian Tradition, as I recall from my boyhood instruction, as being The Egotism of Satan, he would not bow to Man. 
But in this view, he could NOT bow to Ban, because of his Love for God, he could bow ONLY to God. 
And then God says, ìGet out of my sight.î 
Now, the worst of the pains of hell insofar as hell has been described is The Absence of The beloved, which is God. 

So how does Iblis sustain the situation in hell? 
By The MEMORY of The Echo of Godís Voice when God said, 
ìGo to hell.î 

And I think thatís A Great Sign of Love, do you agree?

BILL MOYERS: Well, itís certainly true in life that the greatest hell one can know is to be separated from the one you love.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Yeah.

BILL MOYERS: Thatís why Iíve liked the Persian myth for so long. Satan as Godís lover.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Yeah. And he is separated from God, and thatís the real pain of Satan.

BILL MOYERS: You once took the saying of Jesus. ìLove your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be sons of your father who is in heaven, for he makes the sun to rise on the evil and the good and sends rain on the just and the unjust.î You once took that to be the highest, the noblest, the boldest of the Christian teachings. Do you still feel that way?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Well, I think the main teaching of Christianity is, ìLove your enemies.î

BILL MOYERS: Hard to do.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: I know, well, thatís it ó I mean, when Peter drew his sword and cut off the servantís ear there, in the Gethsemane affair, and Jesus said, ìPut up your sword, Peter,î and put the ear back on, Peter has been drawing his sword ever since. And one can speak about Petrine or Christian Christianity in that sense. And I would say that the main doctrine of Christianity is the doctrine of Agape, of true love for he who is yours, him who is your enemy.

BILL MOYERS: How does one love oneís enemy without condoning what the enemy does, accepting his aggression?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Well, Iíll tell you how to do that. ìDo not pluck the mole from your enemyís eye, but pluck the beam from your own,î do you know?

Now, I have a friend whom I met by chance, a young Buddhist monk from Tibet. You know, in 1959 the Communists crashed down and bombed the palace of the Dalai Lama, bombarded Lhasa, and people murdered and all that kind of thing. And he escaped, he escaped at the time of the Dalai Lama. And those monasteries, I mean, there were monasteries with 5,000 monks, 6,000 monks, all wiped out, tortured and everything else. I havenít heard one word of incrimination of the Chinese from that young man. There is absolutely no condemnation of the Chinese here. And you hear this from the Dalai Lama himself. You will not hear a word of condemnation. This recognition of the way of life through which that vitality of the spirit is moving in its own way. I mean, these men are sufferers of terrific violence, and thereís no animosity. I learned religion from them.

BILL MOYERS: Do most of the stories of mythology, from whatever culture, say that suffering is intrinsically a part of life and that thereís no way around it?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: I think Iíd be willing to say that they do. I canít think of anything now that says if youíre going to live, you wonít suffer. Itíll tell you how to understand and bear and interpret suffering, that it will do. And when the Buddha says there is escape from suffering, the escape from sorrow is nirvana. Nirvana is a psychological position where you are untouched by desire and fear.

BILL MOYERS: But is that realistic? Does that happen?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Yes, certainly.

BILL MOYERS: And your life becomes what?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Harmonious, well-centered and affirmative of life.

BILL MOYERS: Even with suffering.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Exactly. Thereís a passage in Paulís Epistle to the Philippians, isnít there? Be as Christ, for Christ did not think godhood something to be hung on to, to be clung to, but let go and came down and took life in the form of a servant, a servant even unto death. Letís say, come in and accept the suffering, and affirm it.

BILL MOYERS: So you would agree with Abelard in the 12th century, who said that Jesusí death on the cross was not as ransom paid, as a penalty applied, but it was an act of atonement, atonement at one with the race.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
Thatís the most sophisticated interpretation of why Christ had to be crucified. 
Abelardís idea was that this Ö oh, this is connected with The Grail King and everything else Ö that The Coming of Christ to be crucified and illustrating thus The Suffering of Life, removes Manís Mind from commitment to the things of This World in compassion. Itís in compassion with Christ that we turn to Christ, and so the injured one becomes the savior. It is the suffering that evokes the humanity of the human heart.

BILL MOYERS: So you would agree with Abelard that mankind yearning for God and God yearning for mankind in compassion met at that cross.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Yes. And by contemplating the cross, you are contemplating the true mystery of life. And that love for this experience, no matter how horrific the experience, the love for it

BILL MOYERS: So thereís joy and pain in love.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Yeah, there is. Love, you might say, is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. And the stronger the love, the more that pain, but love bears all things. Love itself is a pain, you might say, but is the pain of being truly alive.

BILL MOYERS: As Joseph Campbell pursued his quest across Europe for the stories of love and chivalry, he paused often to visit the great cathedrals. They too reflected the glory of love, the love of Mary, mother of God. Reverence for the power of the female is another grand theme in ancient mythology. In the primitive planting cultures, woman contributed importantly to the economic life of the community by participating in the growing and reaping of crops. And as the mother and nourisher of life, she was thought to assist the earth symbolically in its fertility. In fact, some believe there was even a golden age of the goddess until she was driven from the imagination by the emergence of patriarchal authority.

Of late, however, scientists have resurrected the name of an ancient goddess, Gaia, to express the idea of Earth as a living body on which we depend for life. In the last half of this conversation with Joseph Campbell, he takes us back to the time when the love of God meant the love for mother goddess, and he unites these themes in one image, the virgin birth, which to him represents the birth of spirit from matter, the birth of compassion in The Heart.

(interviewing) The Lordís Prayer begins, ìOur Father which art in heaven.î

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Yes.

BILL MOYERS: Could it have begun, ìOur Motherî?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: This is a metaphorical image, this is a symbolic image, and to make the point that itís not your father, your physical father, we have ìOur Father who art in heaven.î But heaven again is a symbolic idea, where would it, heaven, be? It is no place. All of the references of religious and mythological images are to planes of consciousness or fields of experience potential in the human spirit, and these are to evoke attitudes and experiences that are appropriate to a meditation on the mystery of the source of your own being, I would say. So there have been systems of religion where the mother is the prime parent, the source, and sheís really a more immediate parent than the father, because one is born from the mother, and then the first experience of any infant is the mother, so that the image of woman is the image of The World. You might say that mythology is simply a translation of The World into a Mother image. We talk of Mother Earth and so forth.

BILL MOYERS: But what happened along the way, Joe, to this reverence that in primitive societies was directed toward the goddess figure, the great goddess, the Mother Earth? What happened to that?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: That comes in primarily with agriculture and the agricultural societies.

BILL MOYERS: Fertility and all of that?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: It has to do with the earth, the human woman does give birth as the earth gives birth to the plants. She gives nourishment as the plants do. So woman magic and earth magic are the same, they are related. And the personification, then, of this energy which gives birth to forms and nourishes forms is properly female. And so it is in the agricultural world of ancient Mesopotamia, the Egyptian Nile, but also in the earlier planting culture systems, that the goddess is the mythic form that is dominant.

BILL MOYERS: Because of this obvious perception of creation issue, fertility.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Thatís right, and when you have a goddess as the creator, itís her own very body that is the universe. She is identical with the universe. And in Egypt, you have the mother heavens, Nut, the goddess Nut, who is represented as the whole heavenly sphere.

BILL MOYERS: So it would be natural for people trying to explain the wonders of the universe to look to the female figure as the explanation for what they saw in their own lives.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Not only that, but then when you move to a philosophical point of view, the female represents what in Kantian terminology we call the forms of sensibility. The female represents time and space itself. She is time and space, and the mystery beyond her is beyond pairs of opposites, so it isnít male and it isnít female. It neither is nor isnít, but everything is within her, so that the gods are her children. Everything you can think of, everything you can see, is the production of the goddess.

Oh, this is a wonderful story. The Vedic gods are together and they see a strange son of amorphous thing down the way, like a kind of smoky fog. And they say, ì Whatís that?î They donít know what it is. And Agni, the god of fire, says, ìIíll go find out who that is.î So he goes up to this smoky thing and he says, ìWho are you?î And from the smoky thing the voice says, ìWho are you?î And he says, ìIím Agni, Iím the lord of fire, I can burn anything.î And out of the fog there comes a piece of straw, it falls on the ground, it says, ìLetís see you burn thatî He canít burn it. He goes back, he says, ìThis is strange.î

Well, Vayu, the lord of winds, says, îIíll try.î So he goes and the same thing, ìI can blow anything around.î Throws it down, ìNow, letís see you blow thatî Well, he canít. He goes back. Then a woman arrives, a beautiful, mysterious, mystic woman. And she instructs the gods and tells them who that is. ìThat is the ultimate mystery of being, from which you boys have received your strength. And he can turn it on or off for you,î you know. And there she comes as the one who illuminates the gods themselves concerning the ultimate ground of their own being.

BILL MOYERS: Itís the female wisdom.

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: 
It's the female as the Giver of Forms. 
She is the one who gave the forms and she knows where they came from.

BILL MOYERS: I wonder what it would have meant to us if somewhere along the way, we had begun the prayer ìOur Mother,î instead of ìOur Father.î What psychological difference would it have made?

JOSEPH CAMPBELL: Well, it makes a psychological difference in the character of the cultures. You have the basic birth of civilization in the Near East with the great river valleys then as the main source areas, the Nile, the Tigris-Euphrates, and then over in India, the Indus valley and later the Ganges. 


This is The World of The Goddess
all these rivers have Goddess names finally.

Then there come the invasions. These fighting people are herding people. 
The Semites are herders of goats and sheep, and the Indo-Europeans of cattle. 

They were formerly the hunters. 
They translate a hunting mythology into a herding mythology, but itís animal oriented. 

And when you have Hunters you have Killers, and when you have Herders, you have Killers, because theyíre always in movement, nomadic, coming into conflict with other people and they have to conquer the area they move into. 
This comes into the Near East, and this brings in the warrior gods, like Zeus, like Yahweh.

BILL MOYERS: 
The sword and death, 
instead of fertility.

Tuesday 10 November 2020

Release The Hounds



"These puppies are of the same parents, but by virtue of a different bringing up The One is pampered, and The Other A Good Hound." 



Let so much suffice for habit and modes of life.



SCULLY :
You've always said that you 
Want to Believe. 
 
But Believe in WHAT, Mulder? 
 
If this is The Truth that you've been looking for then what is left to Believe in?

MULDER: 
I Want to Believe That The Dead Are Not Lost to Us.
 
That They Speak to Us as Part of Something Greater Than Us - Greater Than Any Alien Force. 
 
And if You and I are powerless now, 
I Want to Believe That if We LISTEN to What is SPEAKING --
 
It can Give Us The Power to Save Ourselves.

SCULLY :
 Then We Believe in 
The Same Thing.

She reaches down  to the gifted Gold that hangs on a chain around her neck, the same Golden totem that has hung there in plain sight for 9 whole seasons of Network Television without attracting ANY real notice or curious interest —  or not any from Mulder, at least — and she gently turns her Cross ever-so slightly, 45-degrees or so from the perpendicular —

It is an X. The Unknown and Unquantifiable, Endless-Nameless Mystery

 18 INT. SEWER - DAY 
Connor and Angel are walking through the sewers under Los Angeles.

CONNOR 
She's been down here.

ANGEL 
How old were you when you realised you could track like this?

CONNOR 
I don't know. Five, six. 
We didn't exactly celebrate birthdays in Quor-Toth. 
Holtz made up a game 
so I could practice.

ANGEL 
What do you mean he'd 
hide things for you to find?

CONNOR 
Kind of. 
He'd tie me to a tree 
and then run away.

ANGEL 
(shocked, stops walking
What?

CONNOR 
(shrugs
You know, so I'd have to escape 
and then find him. 
One time it only took me five days.

ANGEL 
Five days. 
He abandoned you... 
Connor, that's terrible
That's—

CONNOR 
(unfazed
Why I'm so good at tracking. 
Fred rested here for a while.




You do not Pass Judgment because you sympathize with Them --

A deprived childhood and a homicide really isn't necessarily a homicide, right? 

The Only thing you can blame is circumstances : Rapists and murderers may be the victims according to you, but I, I call them DOGS and if they're lapping up Their Own Vomit, The Only Way to Stop Them is with The Lash


But Dogs only obey 
Their Own Nature.
So why shouldn't 
we forgive them? 

DOGS can be taught Many Useful Things, but not, NOT if we Forgive Them every time They Obey Their Own Nature. 

So, I'm arrogant…
I'm arrogant because 
I forgive people? 

My God. Can't you see how condescending you are when you say that? 

You have this preconceived notion that nobody, LISTEN, that NOBODY can POSSIBLY attain the same High Ethical Standards as YOU, so you exonerate them.

I can not THINK of ANYTHING more arrogant, than that. 

You, My Child... My DEAR Child, you forgive Others with excuses that you would never in THE WORLD permit for yourself.

Why shouldn't  I be merciful? 
Why

No, no, no You SHOULD, you SHOULD be merciful, when there is TIME to be merciful. 

But you MUST maintain Your Own Standard,  You OWE them that, You OWE them that.

The penalty you deserve for your transgressions, they deserve for their transgressions.

They are Human Beings.

No, no, no  -- Does EVERY Human Being need to be accountable for their actions? 

Of COURSE they do. But you don't even give them THAT chance! 

And that is EXTREMELY arrogant -- I LOVE You, I LOVE You, I LOVE You to DEATH.... 

But you are The Most Arrogant Person I have ever met, and you call ME arrogant! 

I Have No More 
to Say. 






Full shot. 
Planetarium seen from The Parking Lot--a Great Dome crowns it -- The City lies Below.
 Camera picks up JIM STARK'S car maneuvering through the crowded lot. In b.g. a few other late-comers are dashing up steps to Planetarium. 
JIM drives into a small lot behind observator, parks, then runs to observatory entrance.

Full shot. 
Lobby as JIM runs through, opens door of theater and passes inside.

Long shot. 
Sky Full of Stars seen past JIM's Head.
Darkness. This is not Our Sky. 
It is a replica of it projected onto The Dome of The Planetarium. 
 
The Stars slide their tentative ways in an ever-changing pattern. 
 
One of them is much larger than The Rest and increases in size as we watch. 
Music of The Spheres is heard -- a high threatening tremolo.

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 For many days before The End of Our
 Earth, People will look into The  Night Sky and notice a star,  increasingly bright and increasingly near.


JIM looks around for a seat and passes down aisle. 
Seen beyond him is the projector, moving slowly, its great dumb-bell head sparkling with pin-points of light. 
JIM takes a seat in front row. 
PLATO, in the row behind him, moves over
a seat to be nearer. They exchange looks.

Full shot. 
Normal students watching intently.

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 As This Star approaches Us, The Weather will change. 
 
The Great Polar fields of The North and South  will rot and divide, and The Seas
 will turn warmer.

Low angle. 
LECTURER
A dry, Elderly Man in a stiff white
collar. 
He is seated at a desk, the light from the reading lamp spilling upward onto his face.

 LECTURER
 The Last of Us search The Heavens and Stand Amazed. For The Stars will still be there, moving through their ancient rhythms.

Angle shot. 
Students. Some watching, some taking notes.
An OLD LADY TEACHER in f.g. taps the heads of two kids in the row before her. 
They stop their whispering.
 She smiles at them.

 LECTURER (O.S.)

 The familiar constellations that  illuminate our night will seem as  they have always seemed, eternal,  unchanged and little moved by the shortness of time between Our Planet's Birth and its Demise.

Med. shot. PLATO staring upward.

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 Orion, The Hunter.

PLATO looks off.

Med. shot. JIM (from PLATO's angle). 
JIM is seated in the row ahead of PLATO. 
His lips are parted as he looks up.

 JIM

 Boy!

 PLATO

 (leaning forward)
 What?

 JIM

 (surprised)
 Once you been Up There
you know  you been 
Some Place!

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 Gemini, the Twins.

Two shot. JUDY and BUZZ. 
BUZZ has his arm around her. 
He is nuzzling her ear. 
She is blandly watching The Dome.

 LECTURER (O.S.)
 (continuing)
 Cancer, the Crab.

BUZZ pokes JUDY who looks at him. 
He curves his wrist toward her, opening and closing his first two fingers like
the pincers of a crab.





“Maybe There’s Hope.”, said Special Agent Fox "Spooky" Mulder,
Once-More Enunciating The Stated Truth.
 
"Maybe There's Hope."
And So There Was.

And It was Good.
Good it is,
and remains Good still.

[Fade to Black]






Dear Clarice,

I have followed with enthusiasm the course of your disgrace and public shaming.

My own never bothered me, except for the inconvenience of being incarcerated, but you may lack perspective.

In our discussions down in The Dungeon, it was apparent to me that Your Father, The Dead Night Watchman, figures largely in your value system.

I think your success in putting an end to Jame Gumb's career as a couturier pleased you most because you could imagine your father being pleased.

But now, alas, you're in bad odour with the FBI.

Do you imagine your daddy being shamed by your disgrace?

Do you see him in his plain pine box crushed by your failure?

The sorry, petty end of a promising career?

What is worst about this humiliation, Clarice?

Is it how your failure will reflect on your mommy and daddy?

Is your worst fear that people will now and forever believe they were, indeed, just good old trailer-camp, tornado-bait, white trash, and that perhaps you are, too?

Mmm?

By the way, I couldn't help noticing on the FBI's rather dull public website, that I have been hoisted from the Bureau's archives of the common criminal, and elevated to the more prestigious Ten Most Wanted list.

Is this coincidence, or are you back on the case?

If so, goody, goody, 'cause I need to come out of retirement and return to Public Life.

I imagine you sitting in a dark basement room, bent over papers and computer screens.

Is that accurate? Please tell me truly, Special Agent Starling.

Regards, your old pal,
Hannibal Lecter, M.D.

 
 
P.S., clearly this new assignment is not your choice.

Rather, I suppose it is part of the bargain, but you accepted it, Clarice.

Your job is to craft my doom, so I am not sure how well I should wish you, but I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun.

Ta-ta. 

"H."


"To speak generally, what we are wont to say about the arts and sciences is also true of moral excellence, for to its perfect development three things must meet together, natural ability, theory, and practice. 


By theory I mean training, and by practice working at one's craft. 


Now the foundation must be laid in training, and practice gives facility, but perfection is attained only by the junction of all three. For if any one of these elements be wanting, excellence must be so far deficient. 


For natural ability without training is blind: and training without natural ability is defective, and practice without both natural ability and training is imperfect


For just as in farming the first requisite is good soil, next a good farmer, next good seed, so also here: the soil corresponds to natural ability, the training to the farmer, the seed to precepts and instruction. 


I should therefore maintain stoutly that these three elements were found combined in the souls of such universally famous men as Pythagoras, and Socrates, and Plato, and of all who have won undying fame. Happy at any rate and dear to the gods is he to whom any deity has vouchsafed all these elements! 


But if anyone thinks that those who have not good natural ability cannot to some extent make up for the deficiencies of Nature by Right Training and Practice, let such a one know that he is very wide of The Mark, if not out of it altogether. 


For good natural parts are impaired by sloth; while inferior ability is mended by training: and while simple things escape the eyes of the careless, difficult things are reached by painstaking. 


The wonderful efficacy and power of long and continuous labour you may see indeed every day in the world around you.


Thus water continually dropping wears away rocks: and iron and steel are moulded by the hands of the artificer: and chariot wheels bent by some strain can never recover their original symmetry: and the crooked staves of actors can never be made straight. 


But by toil what is contrary to nature becomes stronger than even nature itself. 


And are these the only things that teach The Power of Diligence? 


Not so: ten thousand things teach the same Truth. 


A soil naturally good becomes by neglect barren, and the better its original condition, the worse its ultimate state if uncared for. 


On the other hand a soil exceedingly rough and sterile by being farmed well produces excellent crops. 


And what trees do not by neglect become gnarled and unfruitful, whereas by pruning they become fruitful and productive? 


And what constitution so good but it is marred and impaired by sloth, luxury, and too full habit? 


And what weak constitution has not derived benefit from exercise and athletics? 


And what horses broken in young are not docile to their riders? while if they are not broken in till late they become hard-mouthed and unmanageable


And why should we be surprised at similar cases, seeing that we find many of the savagest animals docile and tame by training? 


Rightly answered the Thessalian, who was asked who the mildest Thessalians were, "Those who have done with fighting."


But why pursue the line of argument further? For the Greek name for moral virtue is only habit : and if anyone defines moral virtues as habitual virtues, he will not be beside The Mark. But I will employ only one more illustration, and dwell no longer on this topic. 


Lycurgus, the Lacedæmonian legislator, took Two Puppies of The Same Parents, and brought them up in an entirely different way : The One he pampered and cosseted up, while he taught The Other to Hunt and be A Retriever. 


Then on one occasion, when the Lacedæmonians were convened in assembly, he said, "Mighty, O Lacedæmonians, is the influence on moral excellence of habit, and education, and training, and modes of life, as I will prove to you at once." 


So saying he produced The Two Puppies, and set before them A Platter and A Hare : The One darted on The Hare, while The Other made for The Platter. 


And when the Lacedæmonians could not guess what his meaning was, or with what intent he had produced the puppies, he said, 


"These puppies are of the same parents, but by virtue of a different bringing up The One is pampered, and The Other A Good Hound." 


Let so much suffice for Habit and Modes of Life.


Saturday 10 October 2020

GAME

 


Take a look at The Lawman,

Beating up the wrong guy --

Oh, Man! Wonder if he'll ever know?

He's on The Best-Selling Show

Is there Life on Mars...?





Did you find the girl? 

 

No, well, I can't say I'm very surprised. 

 

I'm going to rest in my bed for half an hour. 

I do not wish to be disturbed. 

I'd stay there until tonight, if I was you. 

We don't much relish strangers around today. 

 

He's asleep. I don't like to use it on him, really. 

The laird said we're to take no chances, didn't he? 

 

I know, but with the Hand of Glory there's no telling when you wake. 

He might sleep for days. 

 

All the better. 

 

Shh! 

We don't want him butting in. 

Go on, light it up. 

That will make you sleep, my pretty Sergeant. 

I'm away to change. 

We can't do without Punch. 

You best get on ahead. 

They've given you girls five minutes start, haven't they? 

Good-bye. 

What's the matter with you, Macgreagor? 

Do you call that dancing?

Cut some capers, man. Use your bladder. 

Play The Fool. 

That's what you're here for. 

I suppose you've been getting drunk at your own bar. 

That's more like it! 

Good, good! 

 

Here comes the job, that you chop off your head! 

Chop, chop, chop, chop. 

Chop, chop, chop, chop. 

 

Everyone must go through, Macgreagor. 

It's a Game of Chance, remember. 

 

It's Holly. 

Well done. 

 

Now, my friends, to The Beach. 

O god of the sea, I offer you this ale as a libation, that you may bestow upon us in the year to come the rich and diverse fruits of your kingdom. 

Hail, god of the seas! Accept our offering! 

And now, for our more dreadful sacrifice... 

yo those who command the fruit of the Earth. 

 

It's Rowan. 

 

What's the matter, Mr. Macgreagor? 


Now, don't be frightened. I'm a police officer.

I've got to try and get you away.


Hurry, mister, please.

I don't like it here. They're coming. 

Do you know what they're gonna do? 

They're going to - - Come on, come on. Hurry, hurry! 

We can escape through The Cave. I know The Way. 

Quickly. That's The Way Out up there. 

Come on. It's through a big tunnel. 


We seem to have lost our torch-bearing friends.

 

I'm sorry. It was worse than I remembered it.

Did I do it right?


You did it beautifully! 

Dear little Rowan. Rowan, darling. 

Come on, now. 


LORD: 

Welcome, Fool. 

You have come of your own Free Will to the appointed place. 

The Game is over. 


POLICEMAN :

Game? What Game? 


LORD :

The Game of The Hunted leading The Hunter. 

You came here to find Rowan Morrison, but it is We who have found You and brought You Here and controlled your every thought and action since You arrived. 

Principally, we persuaded you to think that Rowan Morrison was being held as a sacrifice because our crops failed last year. 


POLICEMAN :

I know your crops failed. 

I saw the harvest photograph. 

LORD :

Oh, yes. They failed, all right, disastrously so... for the first time since my grandfather came Here. 

The blossom came but The Fruit withered and died on The Bough. 

That must not happen again this year. 

It is our most earnest belief that the best way of preventing this is to offer to our God of The Sun and to The Goddess of Our Orchards the most acceptable sacrifice that lies in our power. 

Animals are fine, but their acceptability is limited. 

A little child is even better, but not nearly as effective as the right kind of adult. 


POLICEMAN :

What do you mean, "right kind of adult"? 


LORD :

You, Sergeant, are the right kind of adult, as our painstaking researches have revealed. 

You, uniquely, were The One We Needed. 

A Man who would come Here of his own Free Will. 

A Man who has come Here with The Power of a King by representing The Law. 

A Man who would come Here as a Virgin. 

A Man who has come Here as a Fool. 




POLICEMAN :

Get out of my way. 


WENCH :

You are The Fool, Mr. Howie - 

Punch, one of the great Fool-Victims of History, for you have accepted The Role of King for a day, and who but A Fool would do that? 

But you will be revered and anointed as a King. 

You will undergo Death and Rebirth - Resurrection, if you like. 

The rebirth, sadly, will not be yours, but that of our crops. 



POLICEMAN :

I am a Christian, and as a Christian, I Hope for Resurrection. 

And even if you kill me now, it is I who will live again, not your damned apples. 


Sleep Close and fast 


POLICEMAN :

 

No matter what you do, you can't change the fact that I believe in the Life Eternal, as promised to Us by Our Lord, Jesus Christ. 

I believe in The Life Eternal as promised to Us by Our Lord, Jesus Christ. 


LORD :

That is good. For believing what you do, we confer upon you a rare gift these days - a Martyr's Death. 


You will not only have Life Eternal, but you will sit with The Saints among The Elect. 

Come. It is time to keep your appointment with The Wicker Man. 




POLICEMAN :

Now, wait! Now, all of you, just wait and listen to me. 

And you can wrap it up any way you like. 

You are about to commit murder. Can you not see? 

There is no Sun God. 

There is no Goddess of The Fields. 

Your crops failed because your strains failed. 

Fruit is not meant to be grown on these islands. 

It's against Nature. 

Don't you see that killing me is not going to bring back your apples? 

Summerisle, you know it won't. Go on, man. 

Tell them. Tell them it won't. 


LORD :

I know it will




POLICEMAN :

Well, don't you understand that if your crops fail this year, next year you're going to have to have another blood sacrifice? 

And next year, no one less than The King of Summerisle himself will do. 

If the crops fail, Summerisle, next year your people will kill you on May Day. 


LORD :

They will not fail. The Sacrifice of The Willing King-like Virgin-Fool, will be accepted. 




POLICEMAN :

But don't you see I'll be missed?

They'll come looking for me.


There will be no traces. Bring him up, Oak. 

Go on.


No! Think! Just think what you're doing

! Think what you're doing! Think! In The Name of God, think what you're doing! 


Oh, God! Oh, Jesus Christ! 

Oh, my God! Christ! No, no, dear God! No, Christ! No, no! 


Mighty god of the Sun, bountiful goddess of our orchards, accept our sacrifice and make our blossoms fruit. Mighty god of the Sun, bountiful goddess of our orchards... - Hear ye the words of the lord! ...accept our sacrifice and make our blossoms fruit. Awake, ye heathens, and hold! It is the Lord who hath laid waste your orchards! It is he who hath made them bare! - Reverence the sacrifice. Hold, ye husbandmen, because the harvest of your field hath perished and the vine is dried up and the apple tree languisheth! Even all the trees of the field are withered because the truth is withered away from the sons of men. Desire shall fail and ye shall all die accursed! Summer is a-comin' in Loudly sing cuckoo Grows the seed and blows the mead And springs the wood anew Sing cuckoo Ewe bleats harshly after lamb Cows after calves make moo The lord's my shepherd I'll not want He takes me down to lie in pastures - Oh, God. Grows the seed and blows the mead And springs the wood anew - Sing cuckoo - Oh, God. I humbly entreat you for the soul of this, thy servant, Neil Howie... who will today depart from this world. Do not deliver me into The Enemy's hands... or put me out of mind forever. Let me not undergo the real pains of hell, dear God, because I die unshriven - Cuckoo, cuckoo - and establish me in that bliss which knows no ending, - Cuckoo - through Christ, our lord. Grows the seed and blows the mead Failure! Failure! Sing cuckoo Ewe bleats harshly after lamb Cows after calves make moo Bullock stamps and deer champs Now shrilly sing cuckoo Cuckoo, cuckoo Wild bird are you Be never still, cuckoo