Showing posts with label Xenomorph. Show all posts
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Thursday 30 September 2021

Vicariousness





It’s Got a Wonderful 
Defence Mechanism —
You Don’t Dare Kill it.






"....and Beauty is just absolutely 
Terrifying to People -- because 
Beauty highlights What's Ugly."




“The Universe is quite a shockingly selective, undemocratic place out of apparently infinite space, a relatively tiny proportion occupied by matter of any kind. 

Of the stars perhaps only one has planets : of the planets only one is at all likely to sustain organic life. 

Of the animals only one species is rational. 

Selection as seen in Nature, and the appalling waste which it involves, appears a horrible and an unjust thing by Human Standards

But the selectiveness in The Christian Story is not quite like that. The People who are selected are, in a sense, unfairly selected for a Supreme Honour; but it is also a Supreme Burden

The People of Israel come to realise that it is their woes which are Saving The World. 

Even in Human Society, though, one sees how this inequality furnishes an opportunity for every kind of Tyranny and Servility. Yet, on the other hand, one also sees that it furnishes an opportunity for some of the very best things we can think of - Humility, and Kindness, and the immense pleasures of Admiration

(I cannot conceive how one would get through the boredom of a world in which you never met anyone more Clever, or more Beautiful, or Stronger than yourself. The very crowds who go after the football celebrities and film-stars know better than to desire that kind of Equality!) 



What The Story of The Incarnation seems to be doing is to flash a new light on A Principle in Nature, and to show for the first time that this Principle of Inequality in Nature is neither Good nor Bad. 

It is a common theme running through both The Goodness and Badness of The Natural World, and I begin to see how it can Survive as A Supreme Beauty in a redeemed universe. 

And with that I have unconsciously passed over to The Third Point. I have said that the selectiveness was not unfair in the way in which we first suspect, because those selected for The Great Honour are also selected for The Great Suffering, and Their Suffering heals Others

In the Incarnation we get, of course, this idea of Vicariousness of one person profiting by the earning of another person. In its highest form that is the very centre of Christianity. 

And we also find this same Vicariousness to be a characteristic, or, as the musician would put it, a leit-motif of Nature. 

It is a Law of The Natural Universe that No Being can Exist on its Own Resources. 

Everyone, everything, is hopelessly indebted to Everyone and Everything Else

In The Universe, as we now see it, this is the source of many of the greatest horrors: all the horrors of carnivorousness, and the worse horrors of the parasites, those horrible animals that live under the skin of other animals, and so on. 

And yet, suddenly seeing it in the light of The Christian Story, one realizes that vicariousness is not in itself bad; that all these animals, and insects, and horrors are merely that principle of vicariousness twisted in one way. 

For when you think it out, nearly Everything GOOD in Nature also comes from Vicariousness. After all, The Child, both before and after birth, Lives on its Mother, just as The Parasite lives on its Host, the one being A Horror, the other being The Source of almost every natural Goodness in The World. It all depends upon what you do with this principle. 

So that I find in that Third Way also, that what is implied by The Incarnation just fits in exactly with what I have seen in Nature, and (this is the important point) each time it gives it a new twist. 
 
If I accept this supposed missing chapter, The Incarnation, I find it begins to illuminate the whole of the rest of the manuscript. It lights up Nature's pattern of Death and Rebirth; and, secondly, Her Selectiveness; and, thirdly, Her vicariousness. 
 
Now I notice a very odd point. 
 
All other religions in The World, as far as I know them, are either Nature Religions, or anti-Nature Religions. 
 
The Nature Religions are those of the old, simple pagan sort that you know about. You actually got drunk in The Temple of Bacchus. You actually committed fornication in The Temple of Aphrodite. 
 
The more modern form of nature religion would be the religion started, in a sense, by Bergson' (but he repented, and died Christian), and carried on in a more popular form by Mr Bernard Shaw. 
 
The AntiNature Religions are those like Hinduism and Stoicism, where Men say,  
 
`I will starve my flesh. I care not whether I live or die.' 
 
All Natural Things are to be set aside: The aim is Nirvana, apathy, negative spirituality. The nature religions simply affirm my natural desires. The anti-natural religions simply contradict them. 
 
The Nature Religions simply give a new sanction to what I already always thought about The Universe in my moments of rude health and cheerful brutality. 
 
The antinature religions merely repeat what I always thought about it in my moods of lassitude, or delicacy, or compassion.
 
But here is something quite different. 
Here is something telling me - well, what? 
 
Telling me that I must never, like The Stoics, 
say that 'Death Does not Matter
 
Nothing is Less Christian than that

Death which made Life Himself shed tears at The Grave of Lazarus, and shed Tears of Blood in Gethsemane.", This is an appalling horror; a stinking indignity. 
 
(You remember Thomas Browne's splendid remark: `I am not so much afraid of Death, as ashamed of it.')  
 
And yet, somehow or other, infinitely Good. Christianity does not simply affirm or simply deny The Horror of Death; it tells me something quite new about it. 

Again, it does not, like Nietzsche, simply confirm My Desire to Be Stronger, or Cleverer than Other People. 
 
On The Other Hand, it does not allow me to say, 
`Oh, Lord, won't there be A Day when Everyone will be as Good as Everyone Else?' 

In the same way, about vicariousness
 
It will not, in any way, allow me to be An Exploiter
to Act as A Parasite on Other People
Yet it Will Not allow Me 
any Dream of 
Living on My Own. 
 
It will Teach Me to Accept with Glad Humility 
the enormous Sacrifice that 
Others Make for Me
as well as to Make Sacrifices for others.


That is why I think this Grand Miracle is The Missing Chapter in this novel, the chapter on which the whole plot turns; that is why I believe that God really has dived down into The Bottom of Creation, and has come up bringing the whole Redeemed Nature on His Shoulder. The Miracles that have already happened are, of course, as Scripture so often says, the first fruits of that cosmic summer which is presently coming on.

Christ Has Risen, and so We Shall Rise
 
St Peter for a few seconds Walked on The Waters and the day will come 
when there will be 
a re-made universe, infinitely obedient to  
The Will of Glorified and Obedient Men
when we can do All Things, 
when we shall be Those Gods that 
We are Described as Being in Scripture. 
 
To Be Sure, it feels Wintry enough still : 
but often in the very early Spring it feels like that. 
 
Two thousand years are only a day or two by this scale. 
 
A man really ought to say, `The Resurrection happened two thousand years ago' in the same spirit in which he says, `I saw a crocus yesterday.' 

Be cause we know What is Coming behind The Crocus. 

The Spring cames slowly down this way; but the great thing is that The Corner has been turned. 
 
There is, of course, this difference, that in the natural Spring, The Crocus cannot choose whether it will respond or not. We can
 
We have The Power either of withstanding the spring, and sinking back into the cosmic winter, or of going on into those `high mid-summer pomps' in which Our Leader, The Son of Man, already dwells, and to which He is calling Us. It remains with us to follow or not, to die in this winter, or to go on into that spring and that summer.


MOSET
What do we know so far? 


EMH
The lifeform has taken control of her body 
at the autonomic level, 
drawing proteins from her tissues, 
white blood cells from her arteries. 


MOSET
Which can be interpreted in several ways. 


EMH
A form of attack? 


MOSET
I find it odd that a species would evolve an attack mechanism that would leave it so vulnerable
Why not do it's damage and retreat? 


EMH
A parasite, perhaps? 


MOSET
Yes, I think so, but not any ordinary variety. 
It's unlikely it could sustain itself like this over the long term. 



EMH
Its own systems are damaged. 
It's doing this as a stopgap measure, to keep itself alive. 

MOSET
So the patient's heart, lungs, kidneys, 
they're all augmenting the alien's damaged system. 


EMH
It's using B'Elanna 
as a life preserver. 


MOSET
But if it needs her to Survive, 
it's not about to let go without a fight.

 

EMH
I'd like to think that's a fight 
you and I can win



MOYERS: Why “A Gathering of Men?” I mean, that’s really rare, isn’t it, to have a workshop for men only?

BLY: Maybe 20 years ago it would have been rare, but lately the men in various parts of the country have begun to gather. I think that it isn’t a reaction to the women’s movement, really. I think the grief that leads to the men’s movement began maybe 140 years ago, when the Industrial Revolution began, which sends the father out of the house to work.

MOYERS: What impact did that have?

BLY: Well, we receive something from our father by standing close to him.

MOYERS: Physically.

BLY: When we stand physically close to our father, something moves over that can’t be described in material terms, that gives the son a certain confidence, an awareness, a knowledge of what it is to be male, what a man is. And in the ancient times you were always with your father; he taught you how to do things, he taught you how to farm, he taught you whatever it is that he did. You learned from him. But you had this sense of being of receiving a food from him.

MOYERS: Food.

BLY: A Food. From Your Father’s body. Now, when the father went out of the house in the Industrial Revolution, that food ended, and I think the average American father now spends ten minutes a day with a son — I think that’s what The Minneapolis Tribune had — and half of that time is spent in, “Clean up your room!” You know, that’s a favorite phrase of mine, I know it well.

So the Industrial Revolution did not harm the mother and daughter relationship as much as it did the father and son, because the mother and daughter still stand close to each other and have stood close to each other. Maybe that’ll change now when the mother is being sent out to work also, but the daughters then receive some knowledge of what it is to be a woman, or if you prefer to call it the women’s the female mode of feeling. They receive knowledge of the female mode of feeling. And the mother gets that from her grandmother, who got it from her great grandmother, who gets it from her great grandmother, it goes all the way down.

After the Industrial Revolution, the male does not receive any knowledge from His Father of what the male mode of feeling is, and the old male initiators that used to work are not working anymore.

MOYERS: What do you mean, male initiators?

BLY: Well, the you know, in the traditional times, you were not initiated by your father, because there’s too much tension between you and your father. You are initiated by older, unrelated males, is the word that’s used, older unrelated men. They may be friends of your father. They could even be uncles or grandfathers. But they are the ones who used to do it. Then they disappear. Then it falls on the father to do. Then the father is off at the office. You see the picture?

MOYERS: Yeah. In fact, in some of the traditional cultures, a night arrives, and a group of men show up at a boy’s house, and they take him away from the home and they don’t bring him back, then, for several days. And then when he comes back, he has ashes on his face.

BLY: Yeah. In New Guinea, where they still do it today, the men come in with spears to get the boys. The boys know nothing about the men’s world. They live with their mother completely. They say, you know, “Mama, Mama, save us from these men that are coming here.” Now, all over New Guinea, the women accept and the men accept one thing. A boy cannot be made into a man without the active intervention of the older men.

Now, when they all accept that, then the women’s job is to be participants in this drama. So the men come and take the boys away, and the boys are saying, “Save me, Mommy,” you know. Then they go across, and the men have built a tent on this island they have a built a house for the boys’ initiation hut. Then they take them across the bridge, and three or four of the women, whose boys these are, get their spears and meet them on the bridge. And the old men have their spears. And the boys are saying, “Save me, Mama, save me, these are horrible men, they’re taking me away,” you know, and they fight and everything. And then the women are driven back. Then the women all go back and have coffee and say, “How’d I do? How’d I look?

So that wonderful participation in it, the women are not doing the initiating, they’re participating, and then, as you said, then he’ll stay with the men for a year, maybe. Then they will explain to him something has to die to be born, and what will have to die is the boy. This is what isn’t happening to the men in this culture.

Saturday 27 May 2017

Nemesis and The Dragon : Are Xenomorphs Designed to be Noble?

Do you know what "Nemesis" means? 

A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. 

Personified in this case by a 'orrible cunt... 

Me.


"If you breathe on a horses nostrils, you can make him yours for life;

But you have to get close enough first..."


"If you breathe on a horses nostrils, you can make him yours for life;

But you have to get close enough first..."



Question: 
What was the Masonic signal of distress used by the grocer B. F. Morgan when Dillinger tried to rob him in 1924?
Answer: 
It consists in holding your arms outward, bent upward 90 degrees at the elbow, and shouting, 

"Will nobody help the widow's son?"

Ash: 
There is a clause in the contract which specifically states any systematized transmission indicating a possible intelligent origin must be investigated. 

Parker: 
I don't wanna hear it... 

Brett: 
We don't know if it's intelligent. 

Parker: 
I wanna go home and party. 

Dallas: 
Parker, will you just listen to the man? 

Ash: 
On penalty of total forfeiture of shares. No money. 

Dallas: 
You got that? 

Parker: [chuckling
Well, yeah. 

Dallas: 
All right, we're going in. 

Parker: [to Brett
Yeah, we're going in, aren't we?

Cameron - On the Square

Cameron - On the Level

Cameron - Upright and True


Strange Days (1995)






Wednesday 24 May 2017

Electric Monks

"Electric Monks Believed Things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of Believing all The Things The World Expected You to Believe."
 
Dr. Elizabeth Shaw: 
We call them Engineers.

Fifield: 
Engineers? You mind telling us what They engineered?

Dr. Elizabeth Shaw: 
They engineered Us.

Fifield: 
Bullshit.

Millburn: 
OK, so do you have anything to back that up? 
I mean look, how do you discount three centuries of Darwinism? 
 
How Do You Know?

Dr. Elizabeth Shaw: 
I Don’t. But it’s What I Choose to Believe.

"It's obvious, now, that Artists are supposed to
own their Master Recordings -- 

I mean, in The Future, it'll be unconscionable to even think that you can take
Somebody's Creation
and 
Claim Ownership of it.

Unfortunately, this is going to barrel into a conversation about the DNA, and The Human Genome and so on.

Once We Get There
That's when we're in The Deep Water.

So it's better to have The Conversation now before we end up getting into - God Talk."

"There is an explanation for this, you know."

- Holy Ash

'Magnificent, isn't it?'

- THE BISHOP

Interviewer:
So What Went Wrong..?

 Charlie Man/Son:
I don't know that anything went wrong...


Question : 
What was The Masonic Signal of Distress used by The Grocer B. F. Morgan when Dillinger tried to rob him in 1924?

Answer: 
It consists in holding your arms outward, bent upward 90 degrees at the elbow, and shouting, 

"Will nobody help The Widow's Son?"

" The Electric Monk was a labour-saving device, like a dishwasher or a video recorder. Dishwashers washed tedious dishes for you, thus saving you the bother of washing them yourself, video recorders watched tedious television for you, thus saving you the bother of looking at it yourself; Electric Monks believed things for you, thus saving you what was becoming an increasingly onerous task, that of believing all  the things the world expected you to believe.

Unfortunately this Electric Monk had developed a fault, and had started to believe all kinds of things, more or less at random. It was even beginning to believe things they'd have difficulty believing in Salt Lake City. It had never heard of Salt Lake City, of course. Nor had it ever heard of a quingigillion, which was roughly the number of miles between this valley and the Great Salt Lake of Utah.

The problem with the valley was this. The Monk currently believed that the valley and everything in the valley and around it, including the Monk itself and the Monk's horse, was a uniform shade of pale pink. 

This made for a certain difficulty in distinguishing any one thing from any other thing, and therefore made doing anything or going anywhere impossible, or at least difficult and dangerous. 

Hence the immobility of the Monk and the boredom of the horse, which had had to put up with a lot of silly things in its time but was secretly of the opinion that this was one of the silliest.

How long did the Monk believe these things?

Well, as far as the Monk was concerned, forever. The faith which moves mountains, or at least believes them against all the available evidence to be pink, was a solid and abiding faith, a great rock against which the world could hurl whatever it would, yet it would not be shaken. In practice, the horse knew, twenty-four hours was usually about its lot.



So what of this horse, then, that actually held opinions, and was sceptical about things? Unusual behaviour for a horse, wasn't it? An unusual horse perhaps?

No. Although it was certainly a handsome and well-built example of its species, it was none the less a perfectly ordinary horse, such as convergent evolution has produced in many of the places that life is to be found. They have always understood a great deal more than they let on. It is difficult to be sat on all day, every day, by some other creature, without forming an opinion about them.

On the other hand, it is perfectly possible to sit all day, every day, on top of another creature and not have the slightest thought about them whatsoever.




When the early models of these Monks were built, it was felt to be important that they be instantly recognisable as artificial objects. There must be no danger of their looking at all like real people. You wouldn't want your video recorder lounging around on the sofa all day while it was watching TV. You wouldn't want it picking its nose, drinking beer and sending out for pizzas.

So the Monks were built with an eye for origiality of design and also for practical horse-riding ability. This was important. People, and indeed things, looked more sincere on a horse. So two legs were held to be both more suitable and cheaper than the more normal primes of seventeen, nineteen or twenty-three; the skin the Monks were given was pinkish-looking instead of purple, soft and smooth instead of crenellated. They were also restricted to just the one mouth and nose, but were given instead an additional eye, making for a grand total of two. A strange-looking creature indeed. But truly excellent at believing the most preposterous things.

This Monk had first gone wrong when it was simply given too much to believe in one day. It was, by mistake, cross-connected to a video recorder that was watching eleven TV channels simultaneously, and this caused it to blow a bank of illogic circuits. The video recorder only had to watch them, of course. It didn't have to believe them all as well. This is why instruction manuals are so important.

So after a hectic week of believing that war was peace, that good was bad, that the moon was made of blue cheese, and that God needed a lot of money sent to a certain box number, The Monk started to believe that thirty-five percent of all tables were hermaphrodites, and then broke down. 
 
The Man from The Monk Shop said that it needed a whole new motherboard, but then pointed out that the new improved Monk+ models were twice as powerful, had an entirely new multi-tasking, Negative Capability feature that allowed them to hold up to sixteen entirely different and contradictory ideas in memory simultaneously without generating any irritating System Errors, were twice as fast and at least three times as glib, and you could have a whole new one for less than the cost of replacing the motherboard of The Old Model.

That was it. Done.


The faulty Monk was turned out into The Desert where it could believe what it liked, including the idea that it had been hard done by. It was allowed to keep its horse, since horses were so cheap to make.

For a number of days and nights, which it variously believed to be three; forty-three, and five hundred and ninety-eight thousand seven hundred and three, it roamed the desert, putting its simple Electric trust in rocks, birds, clouds and a form of non-existent elephant-asparagus, until at last it fetched up here, on this high rock, overlooking a valley that was not, despite the deep fervour of The Monk's belief, pink. Not even a little bit.

Time passed.



Tuesday 23 May 2017

Dragon Worship

"The European Dragon 
guards Two Things in His Cave - 

He guards heaps of Gold, and Virgins.

And he can't make use of either of them.

But he just GUARDS."


You are a Dragon.
Your Nature is essentially NOBLE.

As You will Witness in The Battle 
We are about to Have. 


Or have always had.

This Battle has been recorded 
across and against Time.

I fight not to win -- but to show you 
the fullness of Your Existence.

Across History. 
Always as something Good.


"If You Breathe on a Horse's nostrils, 
You can make Him Yours for Life;

But you have to get close enough first..."



Question
What was the Masonic Signal of Distress 
used by the grocer B. F. Morgan 
when Dillinger tried to rob him in 1924?
Answer
It consists in holding Your Arms outward, 
bent upward 90 degrees at the elbow, 
and shouting, 
"Will nobody help The Widow's Son?"

Ash
There is a clause in the contract which specifically states 
any systematised transmission indicating a possible 
Intelligent origin must be investigated. 

Parker
I don't wanna hear it... 

Brett
We don't know if it's Intelligent. 

Parker
I wanna go home and party. 

Dallas
Parker, will you just listen to the man? 

Ash
...on penalty of total forfeiture of shares
No money. 

Dallas
You got that? 

Parker: 
[chuckling
Well, yeah. 

Dallas
All right, We're Going in. 

Parker
[to Brett
Yeah, we're going in, aren't we?

Cameron - On the Square

Cameron - On the Level

Cameron - Upright and True


Strange Days (1995)