Showing posts with label Tower of Babel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tower of Babel. Show all posts

Monday, 26 February 2024

The Hitcher



Sure -- he said he understood....
But I could see in his eyes that he didn't.

He was lying to Me.....!!

Was there no Communication in this car....?
Had we decended to the 
level of dumb beasts...?

Where The Buffalo Roam (1980) - Clip 3: Road Trip!



Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas Hitch Hiker Scene

Once Upon A Time In Hollywood - Cliff gives a ride to Pussycat



Full Interview With Kai, The Homeless Hitchhiker With A Hatchet [OFFICIA...

Negan :
What did he have on him?

Simon Negan :
A Hatchet.

Negan (tickled) :
A Hatchet....?


Tuesday, 7 June 2022

Healing












"If categories dissolve -
- especially fundamental ones -
The Culture IS Dissolving;

Because The Culture IS 
a Structure of Category -- 
That's What it IS.

And so, Culture is a Structure of Category,
That We All Share.


So, we see things the same way -- 
that's why we can talk.

Not EXACTLY the same way, 'cuz, y'know.... 
There'd be nothing to talk about.

But there is a Bedrock of Agreement."


"The Patron creates The Propaganda - and what I wanted to do was go back to some of the Older Propaganda, which was consistent through ALL of The Societies, Mythology - 

Which is to say, 

"What Do They 

ALL Believe..?"


Because all of this propaganda was created INDEPENDENTLY.


And what are these Things Which They ALL Believe,  which is --

• Relationships with Your Father, 

• Relationships with Your Society, 

• Relationships with Your History, 

• Relationships with The Gods - 


All of this stuff, it's old, but there were psychological motiffs that were created, through Storytelling, primarily ORAL Storytelling, that explained WHAT They Believed in and WHO They Believed in.


So what I wanted to do was go back and find the psychological motiffs that underlie that - those grow out of Popularism.


And to say that - not all - but a MAJORITY of People, 

BOYS, have a certain psychological relationship with Their Father --


And that's been going on through History, and trying to explain that to say : 


"We Know Your DARKEST SECRET --

and therefore, 

You're PART of US.


Because We ALL Know The SAME THINGS....!!


WE Know What You're Thinking About Your Mother; 

WE Know  What You Think About Your Bother; 

WE Know  What You Think  About Your Father, REALLY -- "


--  George Lucas.




No suffering is more unendurable than the presence of Beauty that one cannot accept



THE HEALING OF THE FISHER KING WOUND 

A true myth always prescribes for the problem that it lays forth. Like any great work 

of art, it follows the pattern of Darkness being redeemed by Light. The Darkness of 

Our Story thus far is the despair and isolation of The Wounded Fisher King, a suffering that has reached its apex in our own time. And the redemption of that darkness? Where is a cure to be found for so pervasive a problem? 



The Answer is to be found in a most unexpected place, in the blunderings of an  innocent fool who has it in his power to release the agony of the suffering fisher  king. 



The Legend of An Innocent Fool who will one day find his way into The Grail Cas- 

tle and bring the healing of the fisher king has long been known in the land so rav- 

aged by the wounding of their king. In its simple language the myth promises that 

one day a young man, entirely innocent of his great mission, will wander into the 

Grail castle, see the magnificent procession that is enacted every night, and, if he 

asks The ONE Pertinent Question, will relieve The Fisher King’s suffering and remove  the blight from The Land. 



What a power to have! And what an unexpected place for it to be lodged! 

It is Parsifal—not by chance his name means Innocent Fool—who brings this  healing power, and we now examine his story that has given him so much curative  power. 




It is humbling to find that the wounded fisher king is totally at the mercy of an 

innocent fool to bring the precious healing for his suffering. This is to say that the 

deepest part of ourselves, the king, can be healed only by a boyish, inventive, capri- 

cious, youthful quality. 





PARSIFAL



Parsifal, our innocent fool, was born after his father’s death. Redeeming heroes so 

often have difficult parenting and Parsifal obeys this pattern by growing up with no 

father and the loss of all of his brothers who had been killed before his birth. His 

mother, Heart’s Sorrow, has lost her knight husband and all of her sons to the 

foolishness of chivalry and the customs of her time that all aristocratic males shall 

spend their time in knight errantry and heroic battles. Heart’s Sorrow under- 

standably decides to keep Parsifal’s parentage secret from him and he grows up 

knowing nothing of the heritage of chivalry that flows in his veins. His mother 

keeps him in the garden of innocence and clothes him in a single garment of 

homespun that symbolizes his rustic upbringing. But one day Parsifal comes onto 

a party of five knights and his innocence is broken and he must follow the pattern 

of his ancestors and make his way into the heroic world. 



Parsifal has many adventures and finds himself drawn into the court of King 

Arthur, where he is knighted. He finds an excellent teacher, Gournemont, who 

gives him all the equipment for the life of a true knight. But even Gournemont is 

unable to convince Parsifal to abandon the ridiculous homespun garment that his 

mother imposed upon him. This homespun single garment is to play a vital role in 

Parsifal’s story when there is a collision between the garment and his fateful duty 

to ask the redeeming question at the Grail castle. One can best understand this 

symbolism by seeing the homespun as Parsifal’s mother complex—that inborn 

tendency in every man to look backward and be caught in an infantile wish for the 

security of mother and infancy. To be clothed in this regressive tendency is the 

worst impediment to the redeeming power of masculinity. It is a poignant moment 

when Parsifal defends his mother’s homespun against all the teaching and exam- 

ples of his guide and compatriots. 



Parsifal has attained enough manhood to be on his knight errantry and we find 

him riding on his horse through a forest one evening just before dusk. There is no 

place to stay the night and he faces the lonely and cold prospect of sleeping in the 

woods without shelter. But just as he is resigned to this prospect, he comes upon 

a lake with a lone fisherman in a small boat. He hails the fisherman—who is none

other than the fisher king spending his time in the one thing that brings him any re- 

lief from his suffering—and asks if there is any place to stay the night. The fish- 

erman replies that there is no dwelling within thirty miles. Then, in contradiction to 

this statement, the fisherman continues by inviting Parsifal to his own house. “Just 

down the road a little way, turn left, cross the drawbridge, and you will be my guest 

for the night.” This simple set of instructions is so powerful that one should 

memorize it deeply within his consciousness since it will be the formula for finding 

the way out of the fisher king wound when one is in the grip of its suffering. And 

one may take note that it is the suffering fisher king within one that offers the first 

directive for his own cure. 



First, the fisher king says there is no dwelling within thirty miles, a way of say- 

ing mythologically that there is nothing in the three-dimensional world which will 

help one in any practical way. But then he goes on to say that by following specific 

instructions a place of comfort and safety is not far away. The specific instructions 

are to go down the road—whatever road one is involved with at the moment—turn 

left, which is to say go toward the unconscious or the world of imagination and 

fantasy, cross the drawbridge—the division between our conscious world and the 

inner world of imagination—and one will be in the Grail castle, the miraculous 

place of healing. 



What a promise contained in so simple a set of instructions! As was promised 

in the old myth known to the people in the Grail castle, here is the formula for the 

redemption of their suffering king. It is equally effective for the suffering king that 

resides in the breast of nearly every modern man. 



Parsifal follows the instructions, goes down the road a little way, turns left, and 

crosses the drawbridge, which snaps closed the moment he has crossed it, ticking 

the back hooves of his horse. This nearly unseats him but he survives this test of 

balance and strength. Many a youth gets as far as the drawbridge of his healing 

only to be thrown from his horse by this test. 



Parsifal is welcomed into the Grail castle, brought to the awesome procession 

that goes on every night and watches mutely as the miracle of the Grail brings its healing to everyone present—except the fisher king, who is unable to partake of the 

miracle. 



Since every detail of a myth is important and no event, no matter how insignif- 

icant, is without meaning, we are instructed that the healing vision of our lives oc- 

curs every night in our interior Grail castle. It is in the hidden world of dreams and 

imagination that the miracle is presented every night. The healing is never far 

away—either in distance or time; only down the road a little way and turn left to 

find that the great drama of healing takes place every night of our lives! 

But one detail isolates us from the healing of the fisher king at this point in the 

story. Everything has been accomplished for the prophesied healing of the fisher 

king—all but one detail. Parsifal does not ask the prescribed question, Whom does 

the Grail serve? That is, Parsifal does not make the experience conscious. Because 

of this failure the great procession in the Grail castle comes to a close as in count- 

less nights before and the fisher king remains unable to drink from the healing 

Grail and remains suffering on his litter. 



What a terrible drama! Is it true that every youth comes this close to the re- 

demption of his suffering and fails the one essential question which would end the 

alienation of his life? Yes; this is the psychological history of virtually every modern 

man. He is offered a vision of the meaning of his life in his mid-teens but cannot 

find the strength of consciousness to accept it. The first meeting fails, inevitably. 

Who can stand the first—or the hundredth—vision of beauty that he has seen? But 

later a mature meeting after one has done his work in the world brings the consciousness—the question—that is healing. 



Why? What is this mute prohibition which keeps Parsifal from asking the ques- 

tion which would give him citizenship in the Grail castle and healing to the suf- 

fering fisher king? Parsifal takes the gifts of consciousness but fails to reply with 

his own act of consciousness. 



Though I can find no mention of this in any of the myths, I think it is Parsifal’s 

inability to put off his mother’s single homespun garment (his mother complex) 

which alienates him and makes him inarticulate at the critical moment. Perhaps redemption cannot come so early and the great drama of one’s life would not be complete if Parsifal consciously experienced so great a vision early in his life. 



Parsifal spends the night in the Grail castle, awakens in the morning to find no 

one about, saddles his horse, crosses the drawbridge, and is back in the ordinary 

world of time and space. 



The myth tells us that he then spends the next twenty years in the exhausting 

work of rescuing fair maidens, fighting dragons, relieving besieged castles, and aid- 

ing the poor—all the male experiences which intervene between early youth and 

middle age when one has a second chance to visit the Grail castle. Fate is kind and 

allows us two chances in life when the veil between consciousness and the uncon- 

scious grows thin. One of these is mid-adolescence when one is gratuitously al- 

lowed to see a great vision and the other is in mid-life when he has a second 

chance to touch his visionary life if he has earned the right. The Grail castle is close 

at hand every night of one’s life and may be experienced at any time; but it is most 

easily accomplished at these two critical times of one’s life. 



The middle portion of a man’s life is then recounted in Parsifal’s story; all the 

maidens and dragons and noble deeds which fill the middle section of a man’s life 

are recounted and we find him again at a time when he is capable of touching the 

Grail castle. 



The Parsifal we find this time is a middle-aged man, weary, worn, and tired of 

the heroic journey. Fair maidens have lost their charm and dragons no longer in- 

spire him to heroic action. Parsifal has worn out the youthful activity of his life and 

it has gone dry. But he has put off his mother’s homespun garment in all this activ- 

ity and is now free to bring his unimpaired maleness to the Grail castle. 



One day Parsifal is trudging along on his horse when a group of pilgrims chal- 

lenge him: “Why are you in full armor on the day of the death of our Lord? Don’t 

you know it is Good Friday?” No, Parsifal does not know it is Good Friday and has 

little interest in such things. But the pilgrims convince him to take off his armor 

and go for confession with them to a hermit who lives nearby. The old hermit is se- 

vere with Parsifal and recounts all of his sins and mistakes to him. The worst of these mistakes is that he failed to ask the burning question at the Grail castle, which would have redeemed the suffering fisher king. Parsifal understands the great vista of his life and is recalled instantly to the principal duty of his life, to heal 

the suffering fisher king. The old hermit instructs Parsifal, “Go down the road a lit- 

tle way, turn left, cross the drawbridge….” Here is the same instruction from twenty 

years earlier! True: the Grail castle is never more than a little distance down the 

road, then turn left; but it is only when a man is at his best—by naivete in his youth 

or by having earned the right in his middle age—that he is capable of seeing that 

sublime fact. The Catholic Church presents this in its medieval formulation when it 

says that the Grace of God is always available but man must ask for it before it is 

effective. 



Parsifal regains the Grail castle easily and finds himself in the great hall with the 

divine procession before him. This time he asks the crucial question, Whom does 

the Grail serve? and is instantly made aware of its answer, The Grail serves the 

Grail King. Only now we are informed that an old king lives in the Grail castle who 

never shows himself but who is the center of the castle and its great power. Parsifal 

is informed of the greatest secret of a man’s life by this simple question and its 

equally simple answer. One discovers that the Grail King—a thinly disguised de- 

scription of God—is as near as the Grail castle has been. 



The meaning of life is not in the quest for one’s own power or advancement but 

lies in the service of that which is greater than one’s self. Carl Jung made this state- 

ment in more modern terms when he said that the meaning of life is to relocate the 

center of gravity of the personality from the ego to the Self. If asked what is the 

meaning of life, most people would answer that it is to serve me—my ego plans 

and involvements. The revelation of the Grail castle is that life serves something 

greater than one’s self. 



This requires a Copernican revolution to relocate the center of the universe 

from the ego to the Self. And that revolution is as painful in our personality as the 

Copernican revolution was in history.


 

A detail of the story is encouraging: Parsifal need only ask the question; he is not required to answer it. Once the question is asked the answer comes from a source greater than his store of personal wisdom. 



The moment Parsifal asks the fateful question (that is, consents to conscious- 

ness) the wounded fisher king rises from his litter of suffering and is miraculously 

restored to health and strength. The whole kingdom rejoices at the return of their 

strong king and a great springtime of joy and life begins. 

The healed fisher king dies after three days. This is a strange ending to his part 

of the story but it can be understood that the wounded part of ourselves can be left 

behind when it has served its function in the development of the mature man. Par- 

sifal is the matured hero and the suffering of the fisher king is no longer required. 

Our story has presented the healing of the wounded feeling function in mytho- 

logical language, and the actual transformation in one’s life is likely to be less dra- 

matic and not just one glorious moment; still, the formula holds true. 



THE RESTORED FEELING FUNCTION 

One may inquire why all of this is associated with the feeling function. It is specif- 

ically so in our culture though in another set of circumstances it might be another 

faculty which is wounded, suffers for the traditional twenty years, and is restored by 

a heroic action of an intelligent man. Since it is the feeling function which is so ne- 

glected and wounded in our culture, this drama falls on that faculty in our expe- 

rience. 



We may be grateful for the mythology of the twelfth century, when so much of 

our modern world was beginning, for its definition of this wounding and its final 

healing. 

 



Note 

1. Much can be learned from a comparison of our Western heroic ideal with the 

East Indian view of the same material. Our Western ideal, which I grew up with and 

was not aware of any alternative to until I visited the East, is to make a heroic jour- 

ney through life. That is best portrayed by the medieval knight, done up in his 

armor, helmet, and visor, sword in hand, javelin at the ready, waiting for anyone who will challenge him in the duel of chivalry. It was the heroic duty of a knight to find evildoers and run them through with his sword of righteousness. Dragons 

were specially the foe of knights, and the medieval stories tell countless tales of the 

great knight fighting some dragon that was holding the castle of a fair maiden 

under its tyranny. 



Tournaments were the great delight of the medieval knight and he spent much 

of his time at this stylized form of fighting. If the knight later went out on a solitary 

quest for a fair maiden or the holy Grail and he came across another knight, visor 

was lowered, javelin was leveled, and the two knights went at each other in mortal 

combat. Each presumed he was fighting on the side of absolute right and his life 

was not too high a price to pay for this noble combat. In short, almost the whole 

content of life was devoted to right fighting wrong. 



The East found a very different attitude toward the collisions of life. Their ideal 

was to search out the cause of the antagonism and reduce the tension between the 

warring opposites. They began with the basic assumption that nothing had a 

charge of energy unless it was in polarity to its opposite. It followed—gently—from 

that premise that if one could reduce either of the warring polarities, the other 

would diminish instantly and to the same degree. Conflict and hostility could thus 

be reduced by either or both parties concerned if one would reduce the vehemence 

of his own point of view. 



Our heroic stance as seen through the eyes of an Eastern philosopher would 

seem to be the very formula for increasing hostility and producing an ever- 

escalating antagonism. 



The young prince—soon to be the fisher king—follows the heroic ideal in our 

story and is immediately embroiled in a battle which can be nothing but destructive 

to both parties. This is the tragedy and near insolvable depth of our wounded feel- 

ing function that is so painful a burden to the Western world. 



The legend of St. George and the dragon makes an interesting comment on the 

heroic ideal. English crusaders found the myth of St. George in the Middle Ages on 

one of their crusades, altered it to their own liking, and took it home as the epitome of English valor. The original form of the myth is as follows: St. George meets a dragon and goes into mortal combat with it. In a short time all three combatants, George, his horse, and the dragon, are mortally wounded. All three lie bleeding out 

their life on the ground. By chance, St. George has fallen under an orange tree 

(some say a lime tree) and by chance a bird pecks a hole in an orange directly over 

his mouth. A drop of the orange juice falls into St. George’s mouth and revives 

him. He rises up with new strength, plucks an orange, squeezes the juice into his 

horse’s mouth, and both rise up healed and strong. No one puts any juice into the 

dragon’s mouth. The orange has long been a symbol of consciousness because of 

its similarity in shape and color to the sun. 



This view of the disposition of energy in antagonism represents a more mature 

and realistic attitude than our traditional medieval triumph of good over evil.

Sunday, 14 June 2020

Bugger Kafka

David Foster Wallace: Remarks on Kafka

“And it is this, I think, that makes Kafka’s wit inaccessible to children whom our culture has trained to see jokes as entertainment and entertainment as reassurance.

It’s not that students don’t “get” Kafka’s Humour but that we’ve taught them to see humour as something you get the same way we’ve taught them that a self is something you just have. 

No wonder they cannot appreciate the really central Kafka joke : that the horrific struggle to establish a human self results in a self whose humanity is inseparable from that horrific struggle. That our endless and impossible journey toward Home is in fact our home.


It’s hard to put into words, up at the blackboard, believe me. You can tell them that maybe it’s good they don’t “get” Kafka. You can ask them to imagine his stories as all about a kind of door. To envision us approaching and pounding on this door, increasingly hard, pounding and pounding, not just wanting admission but needing it; we don’t know what it is but we can feel it, this total desperation to enter, pounding and ramming and kicking. That, finally, the door opens … and it opens outward—we’ve been inside what we wanted all along. Das ist komisch.”


1999
"There is nothing up there."

STANTZ :
Hey, where do these stairs go....?

[ Venkman strides purposefully the ruins  of the obliterated corner-penthouse apartment, conducts a visual inspection of the newly-manifested architectural feature and pronounces his finding on the structure. ]

VENKMAN :
They Go Up.

[ And so they do. ]