Friday, 13 November 2020

Monkey Brains


MAN LOOKING AT GRAPH: 
There's a contaminant in The System!

(Cancer Man looks at the graph in HORROR --)

Cigarette-Smoking Man : 
Mulder has The Vaccine!




If it fooled you, it will fool The Cybermen. 

They're robots, but they've got Monkey Brains. 

You can always fool a Monkey Brain with a little bit of Theatre.



Let’s go in there and give Them something They cannot digest. 
Something They cannot process. 

Something So Toxic, 
So Dangerous, So Powerful.. 

That it Will Breed, 
and 
Destroy Them UTTERLY.

Not Destroy Them – turn Them into Us. 
Because That’s What We Want

We want everybody to be cool. 

We don’t want to go in and think: 
“That guy over there’s gonna kill me; that guy hates me; that guy’s got some fucking weird agenda.”

Don’t we just wanna talk? And let it all go, and just say: 
“Hey, I’m interested in you; 
What have you got to tell me?”

That’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? 
We communicate; 
We join up; 
We make networks; 
We make things happen.

And there are Some People in The World 
Who Don’t Wanna Do That.

So let Us infect Them.

Infect Them to the point where They become Us.
Where there’s nothing left in This World, but Us.

And then some kid’ll come up and fuck that as well.
And that’ll be exactly what we need at the time.

And that’s me finished, so thank you very much.












SCENE 20 
HOSPITAL

FROHIKE: 
What are you doing?

LANGLY: 
Reading his chart.

FROHIKE: 
Put it down.

LANGLY: 
I'll put it down when I'm ready.

BYERS: 
I think he's coming out of it.

LANGLY: 
He's coming to.

(The screen now shows a close-up view of our boys, The Lone Gunmen, as they hover over Mulder's hospital bed. Mulder is being fed oxygen through a tube in his nose, his head wrapped in bandages.)

FROHIKE
Hey, Mulder? Mulder?

MULDER
Oh my God. 
Cowardly Lion, Scarecrow, Toto!

Frohike's not pleased with the joke, 
but at least his friend is all right. 

Mulder tries to sit up and winces in pain, holding his head.

MULDER: 
What am I doing here?

BYERS: 
The bullet grazed your brow and (by itself?) your temporal plate.

LANGLY: 
A few centimeters to the left and we'd all be playing harps right now.

FROHIKE: 
You've been unconscious since they brought you in.

MULDER: 
(shooting up in the bed) 
Where's Scully?!

BYERS: 
We put together you called 911. 
That call must have been intercepted.

FROHIKE: 
Scully had a reaction to an Africanized honeybee 
we found in your hall.

Frohike holds up a vial containing the bee.

MULDER: 
I've got to get to her.

(Mulder attempts to stand up, is woozy and staggers a bit before sitting right back down. His door opens and Skinner walks in, going quickly to the staggering Mulder and helping to hold him up before he falls on his butt.)

SKINNER: 
Mulder, easy, easy. Look, you're staying right here.

MULDER: 
You don't understand, 
This goes all the way back to Dallas.

SKINNER: 
Tell me where she is, I'll find her.

MULDER: 
I don't know where she is! 
But I can think of someone who might.

SKINNER: 
You leave here unprotected, how far will you get? 
How far will they let you get? 
Because they'll know the minute you walk out of here!

LANGLY: 
What can we do?

(Mulder half-looks around at Langly, thinks a minute then formulates a plan.)

MULDER: 
You can strip Byers naked!

BYERS: 
What?!

Mulder reassures him they haven't slipped into a gizzie-penned fanfic! 
[An old atxf newsgroup joke! ]

MULDER: 
I need your clothes.

Mulder begins to tenderly remove his head bandage, 
wincing again. 

Next we see Langly, Frohike, and Mulder, disguised as Byers, exit the room. 

The guard outside the room looks in and sees "Mulder" 
lying on the hospital bed and Skinner pacing beside him talking into his cell phone. 

The three men walk down a hallway, Mulder's suit just a teeny bit too small for him and he picks up his cell phone.

MULDER: 
(into phone) 
It’s Mulder.

Langly closes the exit door behind Mulder. 

Next we see Mulder running down a nighttime street, 
ditching his jacket as he runs. 

The scene changes to an alleyway as Kurtzweil walks along, 
his senses alert to any footsteps behind him. 

He goes to open what we assume is the alleyway door to Casey's Bar 
and is shocked to be confronted by .... 
The Well-Manicured Man!



SCENE 21 
CASEY'S BAR

WMM: 
Dr. Kurtzweil, isn't it? 
Dr. Alvin Kurtzweil?

Kurtzweil backs away, turns around and begins walking quickly down the alley. 

A black car pulls into the other end of the alley, trapping him. 
The Driver gets out, Kurtzweil stares in shock and concern 
and we cut to inside Casey's Bar as Mulder bursts in the door. 

He looks around the bar for Kurtzweil, but doesn't see him. 

Mulder leaves through the back door, entering the alleyway. 

He sees WMM and His Driver slamming the trunk of their car closed. 

WMM turns to face Mulder.

WMM
Mr. Mulder.

MULDER: 
What happened to Kurtzweil?

WMM
He's come and gone.

MULDER: 
I want to know where Scully is.

WMM: 
holds up a small pouch 
The Location of Agent Scully 
and 
The Means to Save Her Life. 

(gesturing to the car

Please....

Mulder contemplates this offer for a minute, 
then figuring he has nothing more to lose, 
he walks to the car as he and WMM 
never take their eyes off each other. 

They each open their own doors and enter the car. 

It takes off immediately. 

As they cruise past The White House, 
WMM hands Mulder The Pouch.



SCENE 22 
INSIDE WMM'S CAR

MULDER: 
What is it?

As WMM speaks, Mulder opens the pouch 
and pulls out a small bottle of green liquid 
and a piece of paper with this written on it :

South 83 Deg Lat 
East 63 Deg Long

WMM: 
A Weak Vaccine against 
The Virus Agent Scully has been infected with. 

It must be administered within 96 hours. 

That leaves you little time to reach those coordinates.

MULDER
You're lying.

WMM: 
No. Though I have no means to prove otherwise. 

The Virus is extra-terrestrial. 

We know very little about it except that it was 
The Original Inhabitant of This Planet.

MULDER: 
(unbelieving
A Virus...

WMM
What is A Virus, but A Colonising Force 
that cannot be defeated? 

Living in A Cave, underground, 
until it mutates ... and attacks.


MULDER
This is what you've been conspiring to conceal? 
A Disease?

WMM: 
No. For God's sake, you've got it all backwards! 

AIDS, the Ebola virus, 
on an evolutionary scale they are newborns. 

This Virus Walked The Planet 
long before The Dinosaurs.

MULDER: 
(smiling in disbelief
What do you mean 'walked'?

WMM: 
Your Aliens, Agent Mulder. 

Your Little Green Men 
arrived here millions of years ago. 

Those that didn't leave have been lying dormant underground since The Last Ice Age 
in the form of An Evolved Pathogen
waiting to be reconstituted by The Alien Race 
when it comes to colonize the planet -- 
Using Us as Hosts.

 Against this we have no defense, 
nothing but a weak vaccine. 

Do you see why it was kept secret? 

Why even The Best Men, 
Men like Your Father, 
could not let The Truth be known. 

Until Dallas we believed The Virus 
would simply control us, 
that mass infection would make Us 
A Slave Race. 

Imagine our surprise 
when They began to gestate

My Group has been working cooperatively 
with The Alien Colonists, 
facilitating programs 
like the one you saw, 
to give us access to The Virus 
in The Hope that we might 
be able to secretly develop A Cure.

MULDER
To save your own asses.

Well-Manicured Man
Survival is The Ultimate Ideology. 
Your Father wisely refused to believe this.

MULDER
But He Sacrificed My Sister. 

He let Them take Samantha.

Well-Manicured Man
Without a Vaccination, the only True Survivors of The Viral Holocaust will be those immune to it - 
Human-Alien Clones

He allowed Your Sister to be abducted, 
to be taken to a cloning program, 

For One Reason...

MULDER: 
So She Would Survive

As a Genetic Hybrid.

Well-Manicured Man : 
Your Father chose 
Hope over Selfishness.
 
Hope in the only Future he had, 
His Children.

His Hope for You was that you would uncover 
The Truth about The Project

That you would stop it, 
that you would 
Fight The Future.


Mulder lets it all sink in. 

The Driver's eyes look at him 
through the rear-view mirror. 

Darn good driver 
if he ain't watching The Road!

MULDER
Why are you telling me this?

Well-Manicured Man : 
For The Sake of My Own Children. 

Once it's learned what I have told you, 
My Life Will Be Over.

WMM looks ahead, possibly at The Driver. 
Mulder looks at The Driver.

MULDER: 
Where's Dr. Kurtzweil? 
(no response
I'd like to get out of the car now. 
(to The Driver)
 Stop The Car!

WMM: 
Driver. 

The Car pulls to a stop in yet another alleyway.

The Men I Work With 
will stop at nothing to clear the way 
for what They believe 
is Their stake in The Inevitable Future.
 
I was ordered to kill Dr. Kurtzweil, 
as I was ordered to kill you.

Suddenly, WMM grabs a gun (from his lap?) 
and shoots The Driver in the back of the head, BLAMMO! Mulder recoils.

MULDER:
Ow!

WMM: 
Trust No-One, Mr. Mulder.

WMM opens his own door and exits, holding the door open.

WMM: 
Get out of the car.

MULDER: 
Why? The upholstery is already ruined.

WMM: 
Get out of the car! 
(Mulder scoots over to WMM's door and exits the car.) 
You have precious little time. 

(Mulder slams the door shut angrily.) 

What I've given you 
The Alien Colonists don't yet know exists

The Vaccine you hold 
is The Only Defense against The Virus. 

Its introduction into An Alien Environment 
may have The Power to destroy 
the delicate plans 
we have so assiduously protected 
for the last 50 years!

MULDER
What do you mean, "may" have?

WMM
Find Agent Scully. 

Only then will you realise 
The Scope and Grandeur 
of The Project. 

Go. Go now!

WMM points his gun in Mulder's face. 

Mulder starts to walk away, 
WMM opens his door again, a rat scuttles past, 
WMM reenters the limo, closes The Door 
and it explodes, knocking Mulder off his feet. 

He sits on the ground watching the flames burn, 
then pulls out The Pouch and checks to see that the bottle is still intact. 

It is. He puts it back in the pouch, gets up and after one last look at the burning car, begins to run for His Life.



SCENE 23 
WILKES LAND, ANTARCTICA 
48 HOURS LATER

Through the vast whiteness of the snow-covered land we see a small black dot. It's Mulder driving a Sno-Cat. He wipes away the condensation forming on the inside of his window and squints his eyes to see where he's going. The camera shows his vehicle leaving tracks in the virgin snow. He whacks his gas gauge and it keeps flipping back to empty. He checks the coordinates again, stops the Sno-Cat and holds up a hand-held thingy which tells him he's at the exact place he's supposed to be. He looks out the window at a hillside, sighs and we next see him struggling up the hill. He reaches the top, slips a little, then hunkers down and looks at a base of some kind in the distance. He whips out a pair of binoculars and looks through to see more Sno-Cats lined up, one of them moving. It stops, he adjusts the power to see closer and spots Cancer Man in the vehicle. He puts the binoculars away and starts to walk towards the base. It soon turns into a jog as he gets closer, but he suddenly falls through the ice as it collapses beneath his feet. He falls quite a way through a snowy tunnel, then lands in an icy crevice. 

He takes a minute to catch his breath, stands up slowly 
and peers down a hole leading off from the crevice, 
steam rising from it. 

He positions himself so he can crawl down this hole 
and turns around at the end so he drops feet-first onto a huge metallic structure. 

It's a type of hallway and on either side of him are containers of some sort. 

He whips out his flashlight to investigate further. 

Wiping the snow away from one of the containers, a cryopod, he spots a prehistoric man encased in ice.

Meanwhile, back on the surface, a Sno-Cat drives up, 
Cancer Man seated inside, and it stops. 

Cancer Man looks at Mulder's abandoned Sno-Cat 
and takes a slow puff of his ciggie.

Back under the ice, Mulder finds stacks and stacks of these coffin-like cryopods, piled row upon row. He walks further into the structure and finds an area opened up, somewhat like a hospital's operating theatre. He stands in the middle and looks in awe at the huge structure before his eyes. Hundreds, more than likely thousands of these rows stand before him. Where to begin looking for Scully? 

A movement catches his eye near the bottom of the rows. 

A rack of these cryopods are moving as if on a conveyer belt. 

He looks through his binoculars, but I can't tell you what he sees, it's very vague! 

Must have seen something though as he springs into action. 

He begins to maneuver his way down to the moving cryopods, 
hanging by his hands, his feet dangling over The Edge.

Suddenly, he loses his grip and shouts ...

MULDER: 
Oh, shit!

... as he begins to fall helplessly. 
He falls down the side of a wall, sliding out of control until he lands harshly on a ledge, hanging by one hand as he teeters over the edge. A bottomless well of metal lies below, the belly of the beast-ship. Using his legs and feet to anchor himself, he makes his way around the edge-corner and ends up sitting, catching his breath. The flashlight in use again, he slides gently over a huge cylinder, landing on a walkway. At the end, he finds an empty cryopod ... containing Scully's clothes and her cross necklace. He grips the necklace in one hand and sets off determined to find her. He comes upon a rack of the cryopods, shining his flashlight from one to another, a frozen face in each caught by his beams. The eyes on each one are open in shock, their mouths held open by a tube, a picture of silent horror. Finally, the flashlight lands on his quarry .... Scully! Using his hand and then the butt of his flashlight, he begins to hammer at the ice keeping her captive.

(Back above the ice, we see a Sno-Cat driving, then we cut to somewhere else inside the base, a flurry of activity as soldiers scurry about and Cancer Man barks instructions.)

CSM: 
Secure the station! 
I want everyone else down below! 
If you're not armed, arm yourselves! 
We have a breach!

(Cut back to Mulder who has now hauled off a piece of a nearby cryopod and is pounding on the ice as he desperately tries to save her from her ice-coffin.)

(Cut to Cancer Man hustling his men down some ladders.)

CSM: 
Let's go, let's go!

(Back to Mulder as he finally breaks through the ice releasing an ocean of goo which encased her naked body. He pulls away the few remaining shards of ice and stares at her face. Is he too late? Mulder unwraps the bottle of vaccine and fills the needle. He injects the vaccine into Scully and it's effect is immediate. Within the tube connected to her mouth a liquid appears to retreat from her body, the tube begins to shrivel and die.)

MULDER: 
Scully?

(As he goes to touch the now dead tube and pull it from Scully's mouth, a violent shaking takes over the ship, a reaction to the vaccine's unwanted intrusion.)

(Cut to Cancer Man in a room full of equipment and monitors. A man is seated in front of a monitor showing a graph of some kind.)

MAN LOOKING AT GRAPH: 
There's a contaminant in The System!

(Cancer Man looks at the graph in shock.)

CSM: 
Mulder has the vaccine!

(Back to Mulder. The cryopod hallway he's in begins to fill with steam as it shoots out from the floor and ceiling. Mulder turns back to Scully and sees her move. He grabs the tube and begins to drag it out of her throat. Once it's all removed, and it's a long sucker, so it takes a sec or two, Mulder stares at her, waiting for a sign of some kind.)

MULDER: 
Breathe! 
Scully, can you breathe?!

(Scully begins to cough, spitting out what's left of the slimy goo. Finally she starts breathing on her own, gasping for each sweet taste of oxygen. She tries to speak and barely manages a weak ..)

SCULLY: 
Cold ... I'm cold.

MULDER: 
I'm going to get you out of there.

(He starts to whack away at the ice with a metallic cylinder next to him, probably shaken loose by the rocking and rolling the ship is still experiencing.)

(Cut to the graph/monitor room, sparks flying from various machines as the men are tossed like ragdolls. It's time to give up the ship, boys.)

CSM: 
Abandon your posts! Evacuate!

(Cancer Man walks towards one of the ladders the men are now scrambling down. Another man stops and says ..)

MAN:
What's happened?!

CSM: 
It's all gone to hell!

MAN: 
But, what about Mulder?!

CSM: 
He'll never make it!

Cut back to Mulder as he gently lifts a naked Scully out of the cryopod, her body glistening with goo, and lays her down on the floor. Next we see him carrying her. She's now wearing some of Mulder's clothing, right down to a pair of boots, don't ask me where THEY came from! He reaches the bottom of a metallic shaft, sunlight beaming down upon them.)

(Cut to outside as an alarm sounds and men race out from the domes, running for the various Sno-Cats. Cancer Man gets into one, his mouth dangling open in shock as it "all falls apart". The vehicles drive off.)

(Back to Mulder and Scully as he drags her up a ladder. Far below them, the defrosting has begun and water drips down the walls.)

(From above, we see the Sno-Cats leaving, one passing within inches of the top of a shaft leading to our heroes.)

(Cut to inside where Mulder and Scully have found a momentary resting place. Scully is coughing and weak. Mulder urges her on.)

MULDER: 
We gotta keep moving. Come on!

SCULLY: 
I can't.

MULDER: 
Yeah, you can.

(Mulder picks her up and carries her in a fireman's lift, over his shoulders. He walks down a row of crypods, all ominously dripping with water from the defrosting ice. He spots a vent.)

MULDER: 
Scully, reach up and grab that vent!

(Suddenly, he spots movement in one of the pods. The creatures within have begun to stir. The vaccine has affected the whole structure, as the bodies were all obviously attached to the one creature.)

MULDER: 
Scully, grab the vent! (no response) 
Scully?

(He looks at her face on his shoulder, she's passed out. Mulder slides her off his shoulders, placing her on the floor and checks for a pulse. The creatures nearby, still encased in the swiftly melting ice are now violently thrashing about and emitting their high-pitched screams. With one eye on the creatures and one eye on Scully, Mulder begins performing a mean version of CPR.)

MULDER: 
Please, breathe. Breathe ... breathe .... BREATHE!

(Scully begins to cough and splutter as she regains consciousness.)

MULDER: 
Breathe in, breathe in, breathe!

(She begins to try and speak, he has to place his ear almost on her mouth to hear.)

SCULLY: 
I had you big time.

(She smiles at him. No time for jokes, Scully, the aliens are coming! As Mulder pulls her to her feet, the ice-encased cryopods around them start to crack open as the creatures within begin to break free. He holds her up to the vent above her.)

MULDER: 
Grab the vent. 
Pull! PULL!

(Scully grabs the vent and pulls herself up. Mulder starts to climb up. One of the aliens breaks the pod and reaches out with its hand for Mulder. It grabs Mulder's leg. Scully stops and turns his head.)

SCULLY: 
Mulder!

MULDER: 
Keep moving, Scully!

(Mulder kicks it away and pulls himself up. They both climb through the tunnel, Mulder yelling encouragement from behind.)

MULDER: 
Go! Go! Come on!

(He keeps checking behind him as the alien screams continue, looking for any which may be chasing them. The light at the end of the proverbial tunnel gets brighter as they climb on.)

MULDER: 
Almost there, keep going!

(They pull themselves up to where Mulder first stopped after he fell through the ice, a slight turn in the vent. Just as Mulder clears the turn, an alien lashes out from behind but is cut off by the twist in the tunnel. They step over the part where Mulder first fell all the way down and make their way out the hole he originally made. Scully falls onto the snow, exhausted and Mulder perches next to her on one knee. He hears a sound and looks around for the origin. It's the ice ... it's cracking under their feet! He grabs Scully and throws one of her arms over his shoulder as they begin to run away. He stops for some ungodly reason and looks back seeing vents of steam starting to shoot out of the ice. They begin to run again as the ice begins cracking and falling away causing a huge crater to form. Suddenly the crater overtakes them and they disappear into the hole, but next we see them shoot into the air and slide off of the surface of the rising ship. They land on the edge of the crater. Mulder watches the spaceship as it flies overhead, his face glows with a heart-melting grin of childlike wonder and awe. Scully's face is turned towards the snow, too tired to move, as Mulder says, almost along with the audience ...)

MULDER: 
Scully, ya gotta see this! Scully!

(It's quiet, it's barely a mutter above a whisper, but we hear ...)

SCULLY: 
I see it.

(Spent from exhaustion, Mulder drops his head into the snow. Scully, finding the strength God gave 20 hearty men, scoots her body over to cover him from the freezing cold. She lifts his into her arms and cradles him as the camera pans back to show two lone figures perched alone on the edge of the bottomless crater left by the departing spaceship. Cut to Washington and don't start with me on how they got out of the Antarctic, there was extra gas can in the Sno-Cat, I don't know!)




Come, Friends, Let Us Away...





The American political system caters most readily, the movie believes, to those who “know with their hearts.”

The American President is the cinematic predecessor of The West Wing, and it shares with that show not just assorted idealisms and occasional mansplainings and a general veneer of perky partisanship, but also very specific characters and figures. Its president is a former professor who has been goaded into political office by a best friend who also, conveniently, serves as his chief of staff. Its press secretary is a woman who is notable because of both her wit and the fact that she is unusually tall. Its speechwriter is a guy who is idealistic and overzealous and wunderkind-y. Its dialogue is snappy and full of the kind of light eruditions that congratulate and soothe in equal measure. 

“Come, friends, let us away,” A.J. McInerney, the best-friend-and-also-chief-of-staff, tells his fellow staffers. (McInerney is played by Martin Sheen, who plays President Josiah Bartlet on … yeah.)

Thursday, 12 November 2020

You Have a Strange Attitude.





What were you doing -- I wanna know.
May I please have that?

I knew I was fucked -- The Pig had me on all counts.

See, you have two cases of beer, a basket of grapefruit, stack of T-shirts and towels, light bulbs --

You realise What You Did when you drive like that?

Yeah, I know. I'm Guilty. I understand that.
I knew it was a crime, and I did it anyway.
Shit, why argue? I'm a fucking criminal.
Look at me --

You have a Strange Attitude.

Maybe.

You know, I have a feeling you need to take a nap.
There's a rest area just up ahead.
I'd like you to go up there, pull over and get a few hours sleep.

That's not gonna help me.
I've been awake for too long, three for four nights, maybe.
Can't even remember.
I go to sleep now, I'm Dead for 20 hours.

What are you carrying two cases of soap for, son?

I wanna stay clean.

No...

Here's How it Is : -- What I put in My Book, as of noon, is that I apprehended you for driving too fast.

I ADVISED you to proceed to the next rest area -- STOP!

I advised you to proceed to the next rest area, your stated destination, right?

And take a long nap.

Do I make myself clear?

Well, how far is Baker?
I was sorta hoping to, I don't know, stop there for lunch.

It's not my jurisdiction. 
City Limits end 2.2 miles beyond the rest area.
Think you can make it that far?

I'll Try.
I've been wanting to go to Baker for a long time. 
Yeah. Heard a lot about it.

Excellent Seafood....
You know, I'm thinking, a guy with your kind of mind ought to try the land crab.

Excellent Seafood.

Land-crab.
All Right. Why Not?





The Intuitive Dog and Its Rational Tail

One of the greatest Truths in psychology is that The Mind is divided into parts that sometimes conflict. To be Human is to feel pulled in different directions, and to marvel — sometimes in horror — at your inability to control your own actions. 

The Roman poet Ovid lived at a time when people thought diseases were caused by imbalances of bile, but he knew enough psychology to have one of his characters lament: “I am dragged along by a strange new force. Desire and Reason are pulling in different directions. I see the right way and approve it, but follow the wrong.”


Ancient thinkers gave us many metaphors to understand this conflict, but few are more colorful than the one in Plato’s dialogue Timaeus. The narrator, Timaeus, explains how the gods created the universe, including us. Timaeus says that a creator god who was perfect and created only perfect things was filling his new universe with souls — and what could be more perfect in a soul than perfect rationality? So after making a large number of perfect, rational souls, the creator god decided to take a break, delegating the last bits of creation to some lesser deities, who did their best to design vessels for these souls.

The deities began by encasing the souls in that most perfect of shapes, the sphere, which explains why our heads are more or less round. But they quickly realized that these spherical heads would face difficulties and indignities as they rolled around the uneven surface of the Earth. So the gods created bodies to carry the heads, and they animated each body with a second soul — vastly inferior because it was neither rational nor immortal. This second soul contained

those dreadful but necessary disturbances: pleasure, first of all, evil’s most powerful lure; then pains, that make us run away from what is good; besides these, boldness also and fear, foolish counselors both; then also the spirit of anger hard to assuage, and expectation easily led astray. These they fused with unreasoning sense perception and all-venturing lust, and so, as was necessary, they constructed the mortal type of soul.

Pleasures, emotions, senses … all were necessary evils. To give the divine head a bit of distance from the seething body and its “foolish counsel,” the gods invented the neck.

Most creation myths situate a tribe or ancestor at the center of creation, so it seems odd to give the honor to a mental faculty—at least until you realize that this philosopher’s myth makes philosophers look pretty darn good. It justifies their perpetual employment as the high priests of reason, or as dispassionate philosopher-kings. It’s the ultimate rationalist fantasy—the passions are and ought only to be the servants of reason, to reverse Hume’s formulation. And just in case there was any doubt about Plato’s contempt for the passions, Timaeus adds that a man who masters his emotions will live a life of reason and justice, and will be reborn into a celestial heaven of eternal happiness
 
A man who is mastered by his passions, however, will be reincarnated as a woman.

Western philosophy has been worshipping reason and distrusting the passions for thousands of years.4 There’s a direct line running from Plato through Immanuel Kant to Lawrence Kohlberg. I’ll refer to this worshipful attitude throughout this book as the rationalist delusion. I call it a delusion because when a group of people make something sacred, the members of the cult lose the ability to think clearly about it. Morality binds and blinds. The true believers produce pious fantasies that don’t match reality, and at some point somebody comes along to knock the idol off its pedestal. That was Hume’s project, with his philosophically sacrilegious claim that reason was nothing but the servant of the passions.

Thomas Jefferson offered a more balanced model of the relationship between reason and emotion. In 1786, while serving as the American minister to France, Jefferson fell in love. Maria Cosway was a beautiful twenty-seven-year-old English artist who was introduced to Jefferson by a mutual friend. Jefferson and Cosway then spent the next few hours doing exactly what people should do to fall madly in love. They strolled around Paris on a perfect sunny day, two foreigners sharing each other’s aesthetic appreciations of a grand city. Jefferson sent messengers bearing lies to cancel his evening meetings so that he could extend the day into night. Cosway was married, although the marriage seems to have been an open marriage of convenience, and historians do not know how far the romance progressed in the weeks that followed.6 But Cosway’s husband soon insisted on taking his wife back to England, leaving Jefferson in pain.

To ease that pain, Jefferson wrote Cosway a love letter using a literary trick to cloak the impropriety of writing about love to a married woman. Jefferson wrote the letter as a dialogue between his head and his heart debating the wisdom of having pursued a “friendship” even while he knew it would have to end. Jefferson’s head is the Platonic ideal of reason, scolding the heart for having dragged them both into yet another fine mess. The heart asks the head for pity, but the head responds with a stern lecture:

Everything in this world is a matter of calculation. Advance then with caution, the balance in your hand. Put into one scale the pleasures which any object may offer; but put fairly into the other the pains which are to follow, & see which preponderates.


After taking round after round of abuse rather passively, the heart finally rises to defend itself, and to put the head in its proper place —which is to handle problems that don’t involve people:

When nature assigned us the same habitation, she gave us over it a divided empire. To you she allotted the field of science; to me that of morals. When the circle is to be squared, or the orbit of a comet to be traced; when the arch of greatest strength, or the solid of least resistance is to be investigated, take up the problem; it is yours; nature has given me no cognizance of it. In like manner, in denying to you the feelings of sympathy, of benevolence, of gratitude, of justice, of love, of friendship, she has excluded you from their control. To these she has adapted the mechanism of the heart. Morals were too essential to the happiness of man to be risked on the incertain combinations of the head. She laid their foundation therefore in sentiment, not in science.


So now we have three models of the mind. Plato said that reason ought to be the master, even if philosophers are the only ones who can reach a high level of mastery. Hume said that reason is and ought to be the servant of the passions. And Jefferson gives us a third option, in which reason and sentiment are (and ought to be) independent co-rulers, like the Emperors of Rome, who divided the empire into Eastern and Western halves. 
 
Who is right?

Find Someone You Like, and Talk to Them.






"I’m astonished by the enormity of the transfers of Gold that I watch every day. It goes on everywhere. 
 
Often when I give a talk, for example, I single out someone and
Speak to Him, putting Gold in his lap. 

I do this to nourish myself. 

I used to  think, 
'What kind of adolescent impostor am I?

But one day I was lecturing with  Marie Louise von Franz, one of Dr. Jung’s foremost disciples, and she cheerfully  said, 
“The only way I can lecture is to find Somebody I Like 
and Talk to Him.” 
 
What a relief!
Occasionally after doing this, I tell the person, but mostly, I don’t.  

Generally we don’t exchange Gold well, and much of our Depression and Loneliness revolves around misunderstanding this exchange. 
We run around in a State  of Guilt. 
'I’m a failure.' 
'This isn’t working.' 
'What are they going to think about me?'  

But when you understand the Transmission of Gold, 
you can honor it and not feel  guilty

You know something indirect is taking place. 

You can sense it, but you can’t  possess it yet. 

Just try to remember that it’s your Gold that is being held by  whomever or whatever. 
Knowing this gives you a certain dignity, which we all desperately need.  


One reason we have difficulty letting people go — letting our children leave The  House, letting people die — is because we have transferred Our Gold onto them.  

Wherever there is a numinous quality, there is Gold.
 
We cling to people who are the  repositories of Our Gold and won’t let them loose.
 
If you cling to someone and cannot function when she isn’t around or let her go when she is dying — it probably  means you have put Gold on her. 
It’s understandable that you regret the loss. 
 
But — difficult as it is — you can  
Reclaim Your Projection and Allow Her to Depart.  




Turning 13






Prince Walked with God.
And God Took him.
At the age of 58.





Mr Nelson, Mr Nelson, can you hear My Voice?

Sir, we know you're a little bit groggy
And you're probably going to find it Hard to Speak
But don't try to talk or process too much now

We just want to let you know, that the medication you were given
Has put you in a suspended animation for quite some time
In fact, 45 years.

But where you are now, is in a place that doesn't require time

That saying, you are completely safe
And we are here to help you"




Superman’s Pal


A Best Friend is The One That Sees Through ALL of Your Disguises.

The Boy of 100 Faces.






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.

Action Comics





“What gave Spencer Perceval’s killing this resonance was His Faith. Writing to George Butler, the headmaster of Harrow, the Prime Minister once said that his ambition for His Eldest Son was that he should be 

‘A Champion of True Religion in A Careless World

By this, he meant something quite SPECIFIC

The True Religion was that of the Evangelical Anglicans who in the 1780s had begun to shake an almost moribund Church of England into new life. 
 
Although divided in their methods – the brothers John and Charles Wesley preached to thousands in the open air, whereas the father and son pairing of Henry and John Venn restricted their message to middle-class church congregations – the founding Evangelicals were united in holding that 
True Belief came from an IMMEDIATE, PERSONAL Experience of God, 
To be Found in The Bible 
and
 EXPRESSED through ACTION

It was a PHYSICAL rather than an intellectual Faith – ‘Experience,’ declared Henry Venn, ‘is a Living Proof, stronger than a thousand arguments’ – and, unlike The Careless World that agreed with Lord Melbourne’s clever dictum that 
Things are coming to a pretty pass when religion is allowed to invade private life’, 
 
Evangelicals believed that 
The WHOLE POINT of Religion 
was to 
TRANSFORM both Private and Public Life 
[ by dressing as a Giant Bat. ]

 
The word they used to describe 
God Working in The World was PROVIDENCE’

and 
Any ACTION that made 
The World a Better Place 
was therefore termed PROVIDENTIAL

The Spread of Civilisation itself and the general Improvement of Mankind through Laws and Moral Education could therefore be taken as 
Evidence of a Divinely Ordered Creation. 

‘God has so assigned to Things their General Tendencies,’ declared William Wilberforce, a standard-bearer for The Faith, ‘and established Such An Order of Causes and Effects, as . . . loudly proclaim The Principles of His Moral Government, and strongly suggest that Vice and Imprudence will finally terminate in Misery’. 

Thus to Be Good was NOT ENOUGH
 
In order to Help The Work of Providence, 
it was necessary to DO Good. 

Action is The Life of Virtue,’ 
wrote Hannah More, the Evangelical poet and friend of Wilberforce, and 
 
The World is The Theatre of Action.’ 

It was not just The Church of England that needed to be actively reformed, but 
 
Society ITSELF had to be cleaned-up. 

Consequently, some Evangelicals, and especially the followers of the Wesleys who broke with The Church of England to form the Methodist Union, became radicals
 
Devoting Their Lives to 
The Poorest in Society. 



Wednesday, 11 November 2020

In, As You Say -- The Mud.

 The Fool is Your Personal Hero 

Jordan Peterson

Remember -- A Jedi can Feel The Force FLOWING Through Him. 

Q : You mean it controls your actions? 

Partially -- But it also Obeys Your Commands.

 

 

NABOO SWAMP - TWILIGHT. QUI-GON runs through the strange landscape, glancing back to see the monstrous troop transports, emerging from the mist. Animals begin to run past him in a panic. An odd, frog-like Gungan, JAR JAR INKS, squats holding a clam he has retrieved from the murky swamp. The shell pops open. JAR JAR's greta tongue snaps out and grabs the clam, swallowing it in one gulp. JAR JAR looks up and sees QUI-GON and the other creatures running like the wind toward him. One of the huge MTT's bears down on the JEDI like a charging locomotive. JAR JAR stands transfixed, still holding the clam shell in one hand.

JAR JAR: Oh, noooooooooo! [JAR JAR drops the shell and grabs onto QUI-GON as he passes. The JEDI is caught by surprise.] Hey, help me! Help me!!

QUI-GON: Let go! [The machine is about tp crush them as QUI-GON drags JAR JAR behind him. Just as the transport is about to hit them, QUI-GON drops, and JAR JAR goes splat into the mud with him. The transport races overhead. QUI-GON and JAR JAR pull themselves out of the mud. They stand watching the war machine dissapear into the mist. JAR JAR grabs QUI-GON and hugs him.]

JAR JAR: Oyi, mooie-mooie! I luv yous! [The frog-like creature kisses the JEDI.]

QUI-GON: Are you brainless? You almost got us killed!

JAR JAR: I spake.

QUI-GON: The Ability to Speak does not make you intelligent. Now get outta here. [QUI-GON starts to move off, and JAR JAR follows.]

JAR JAR: No...no! Mesa stay... Mesa yous humble servaunt.

QUI-GON: That wont be necessary.

JAR JAR: Oh boot tis! Tis demunded byda guds. Tis a live debett, tis. Mesa culled Jaja Binkss. [In the distance, two STAPS burst out of the mist at high speed, chasing OBI-WAN.]

QUI-GON: I have no time for this now...

JAR JAR: Say what? [The two STAPS barrell down on OBI-WAN.] Oh, nooooo! Weesa ganna.... [QUI-GON throws JAR JAR into the mud.]

QUI-GON: Stay down! [His head pops up.]

JAR JAR: ...dieeee! [The two troops fire laser bolts at OBI-WAN. QUI-GON deflects the bolts back, and the STAPS blow up. One-two. OBI-WAN is exhausted and tries to catch his breath.]

OBI-WAN: Sorry, Master, The Water fried my weapon. [OBI-WAN pulls out his burnt laser sword handle. QUI-GON inspects it, as JAR JAR pulls himself out of The Mud.]

QUI-GON: You forgot to turn your power off again, didn't you? [OBI-WAN nods sheeplishly.] It won't take long to recharge, but this is a lesson I hope you've learned, my young Padawan.

OBI-WAN: Yes, Master.

JAR JAR: Yousa sav-ed my again, hey?

OBI-WAN: What's this?

QUI-GON: A Local. Let's go, before more of those droids show up.

JAR JAR: Mure? Mure did you spake??!? [OBI-WAN and QUI-GON start to run. JAR JAR tries to keep up.] Ex-squeeze me, but da moto grande safe place would be Otoh Gunga. Tis where I grew up...Tis safe city. [They all stop.]

QUI-GON: A city! (JAR JAR nods his head) Can you take us there?

JAR JAR: Ahhh, will...on second taut...no, not willy.

QUI-GON: No??!

JAR JAR: Iss embarrissing, boot... My afrai my've bean banished. My forgoten der Bosses would do terrible tings to my. Terrible tings if my goen back dare. [A PULSATING SOUND is heard in the distance.]

QUI-GON: You hear that -- [JAR JAR shakes his head yes.] That's the sound of A Thousand Terrible hings heading this way...

OBI-WAN: When they find us, they will crush us, grind us into little pieces, then blast us into oblivion!

JAR JAR: Oh! Yousa point is well seen. Dis way! Hurry! [JAR JAR turns and runs into The Swamp.]

 

The Woman in The Dream

 

The Hooded Mystery Noblewoman in The Dream.

 

There is a beautiful, high-born laughing Woman in My Dream, 

Everyone sees her in their dream, and She's the one that everybody knows, who spoke to them once before, but spoke without words --

 

And no-one has ever caught a glimpse of her, 

or see what she looks like with an  uncovered face. 



There's a Lady who's sure
All that glitters is Gold
And She's buying a Stairway to Heaven
 

 

When she gets there she knows
If the stores are all closed
With a Word She can get what she came for
Oh oh oh oh and she's buying a Stairway to Heaven
 

There's a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
 

In a tree by the brook
There's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiving
 

Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it makes me wonder
 

 

There's a feeling I get 

When I look to The West
And my spirit is crying for leaving
In my thoughts I have seen
Rings of smoke through the trees
And the voices of those who standing looking
Ooh, it makes me wonder
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it's whispered that soon, If we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter


If there's a bustle in your hedgerow
Don't be alarmed now
It's just a spring clean for the May Queen
Yes, there are two paths you can go by
But in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on

 
And it makes me wonder
Your head is humming and it won't go
In case you don't know
The Piper's calling you to join him


Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow?
And did you know --
Your Stairway lies on the whispering wind?


And as we wind on down The Road -

Our Shadows taller than our soul
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll
And she's buying a stairway to Heaven

ESAK'S Fist of Naked Power


We place no reliance

On Virgin or Pigeon;

Our method is Science,

Our aim is Religion.





















 

 

Tuesday, 10 November 2020

The Old Man from Scene 24






SCENE 24
(Cave entrance. MULDER and SCULLY make their way through the narrow passageway at the mouth of the cave. They're led there by the old Indian Woman. At the end where it opens up into a living space, an old white-haired man sits there waiting for them.)
(MULDER enters first followed by SCULLY.)
CSM: What's the matter, Agent Mulder?
(CSM / C.G.B. SPENDER takes a drag of the cigarette through the hole in his trachea.)
CSM: You come to see the wise man but you look as if you've seen a ghost.
MULDER: You're no wise man. You're a Dead Man. Just like Krycek and X.

CSM: You see a Dead Man, Agent Scully?

SCULLY: I hoped and prayed you were dead you chain-smoking, son of a bitch.

(MULDER looks more than a little shocked to see CSM still alive.)

CSM: 
You waste your time. Ask Mulder. 
He knows the futility of hopes and prayers. 
He knows The Truth now.

(SCULLY looks confused at what CSM'S saying. CSM zeroes in on this immediately and begins to exploit it as he's done so many times before.)


CSM: You have told her The Truth haven't you, Fox? I helped you find it.

MULDER: You didn't help me. You sent me to that government facility knowing exactly what I'd find.

CSM: And now you refuse to Speak it. 

Not to Scully, not to anyone. 

You've even refused to testify what you learned ... even though it would have saved your life. 

You damned me for my secrets ... but you're afraid to Speak The Truth.

(CSM takes another drag from his cigarette.)

MULDER: You call me afraid? Look at you sitting here alone in the dark like a fossil.

(CSM exhales a puff of smoke around him.)

CSM: It's the final refuge. The last place to hide from those who are insidiously taking power now.

SCULLY: Who?

CSM: The Aliens!


They fear this place ... its geology. Magnetite. Like that which brought down the original UFO in Roswell. Indian wise men realized this over 2,000 years ago. They hid here and watched their own culture die. The Original Shadow Government.

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