BEN

CALL NO MAN ‘FATHER’

It just struck me (as I was writing a piece about Obi-Wan Kenobi, who calls himself

 ‘Ben’, or ‘Son’ 

(“Call No Man ‘Father’”)) — 

‘Ben Jonson’ means 

‘Son of Jo[h]n, Son of Jo[h]n’.

OTHERSTIDE EVE

“ My real problem was that while everyone else in the universe could call The Doctor ‘Doctor’ , his own Family would obviously call him by his real name. 

Fortunately The Doctor's disgrace came to the rescue. 

His incensed Family had struck their embarrassing renegade's name from the House's records.

It was just the Law of Irony that brought him neatly home to Lungbarrow on his nameday (some very Russian influences there), which just happened, purely coincidentally, to be the Feast of Otherstide as well. 

Only, The Other doesn't have a name either…

I do like the fact that The Doctor eventually became the very thing he had planned to avoid. 

The Family wanted him to be President of the High Council, but were, of course, otherwise occupied when the event actually happened.

Yet another triumph for the Law of Irony. ”

Excerpt From

Lungbarrow

by Marc Platt

“ The World as Forum for Action is “composed,” essentially, of three constituent elements, which tend to manifest themselves in typical patterns of metaphoric representation. 

First is unexplored territory – the Great Mother, nature, creative and destructive, source and final resting place of all determinate things.  

Second is explored territory – the Great Father, culture, protective and tyrannical, cumulative ancestral wisdom. 

Third is the process that mediates between unexplored and explored territory – 

The Divine Son, the archetypal individual, creative exploratory “Word” and vengeful adversary. 

We are adapted to this “World of Divine Characters,” much as the “Objective World.” 

The fact of this adaptation implies that the environment is in “reality” a forum for action, as well as a place of things. 

Unprotected exposure to unexplored territory produces FEAR. 

The Individual is protected from such fear as a consequence of “Ritual Imitation of The Great Father” – 

as a consequence of the adoption of group identity, which restricts the Meaning of Things, and confers Predictability on Social Interactions. 

When identification with the group is made absolute, however – when everything has to be controlled, when the unknown is no longer allowed to exist – the creative exploratory process that updates the group can no longer manifest itself. 

This “restriction of adaptive capacity” dramatically increases the probability of social aggression and chaos. 

MISSY’S COLOURS

Rejection of The Unknown is tantamount to “Identification with THE DEVIL,” the mythological counterpart and eternal adversary of the world-creating exploratory hero. 

Such rejection and identification is a consequence of Luciferian Pride, which states: 

‘All that I know is all that is necessary to know.’ 

This pride is totalitarian assumption of Omniscience – is adoption of “God’s place” by “reason” – is something that inevitably generates a state of personal and social being indistinguishable from HELL. 

This Hell develops because creative exploration – impossible, without (humble) acknowledgment of the unknown – constitutes the process that constructs and maintains the protective adaptive structure that gives Life much of its acceptable meaning. 

“Identification with The Devil” 

amplifies the dangers inherent in group identification, which tends of its own accord towards pathological stultification. Loyalty to personal interest – subjective meaning – can serve as an antidote to the overwhelming temptation constantly posed by the possibility of denying anomaly. 

Personal interest – subjective meaning – reveals itself at the juncture of explored and unexplored territory, and is indicative of participation in the process that ensures continued healthy individual and societal adaptation. 

Loyalty to personal interest is equivalent to identification with the archetypal Hero – 

The “Saviour” 

– who upholds his association with the creative “Word” in the Face of Death, and in spite of Group Pressure to Conform. 

Identification with The Hero serves to decrease the unbearable motivational valence of the unknown; furthermore, provides the individual with a standpoint that simultaneously transcends and maintains the group.”

BoyTalk : The Discussion is Never Over.

The Storm had now definitely abated, and what thunder there was now grumbled over more distant hills, like a man saying 'And another thing...' twenty minutes after admitting he's lost the argument.

The Joker :

How can you shoot women?

And children..?

The Vietnam War Helicopter Door-Gunner :

S’easy!

Just try not to lead ‘em too much!

[ Because nursing women, old women, women without sports-bras and children run less fast than adult men ]

Hyah-haha! 

Ain’t War Hell...?

Andrew: 

We are really super-villains now, like... like Dr. No.

Warren: 

Yeah, back when Bond was Connery, and movies were decent.

Jonathan: 

Who remembers Connery? 

I mean, Roger Moore was smooth.

Warren: 

You're Insane. 

You're Short, and you're Insane.

Andrew: 

I like Timothy Dalton! 

Hey!

Warren: 

Don't make me pull over, okay?

••••••••

Warren: Connery is Bond. He had style.

Jonathan: Yeah, but Roger Moore was funny.

Warren: Moonraker? The gondola turns into a hovercraft? It's retarded. 

Besides, the guy had, like, no edge.

Andrew: Dalton had edge. In Licence to Kill he was a rogue agent. That's edgy. 

And he was amazing in The Living Daylights.

Jonathan: 

Yeah, which was written for Roger Moore, not Timothy Dalton!

Warren: 

Okay, this is stupid! 

We're wasting time. 

End of Discussion. 

I mean, there's a shot of like pigeons, doing double-takes when the gondola blasted by!

Moonraker... is inexcusable.

••••••

Warren: 

Connery is the only actor of the bunch.

Andrew: 

Timothy Dalton should get an Oscar and beat Sean Connery over the head with it!

Andrew: 

Oh, she's coming over here! What do we do?

Warren: 

Jonathan, grab your magic bone.

Why Aprons Exist

So that from his body were brought unto the sick handkerchiefs or aprons, and the diseases departed from them, and the evil spirits went out of them.

God as Judge and Redeemer

Jordan Peterson Reads Cardinal Ratzinger - Qualitative Judgement And Aim - God and Judge and Redeemer

“ One of the things that Piaget says about kids is that they first learn to play a game, but they don't know what the rules are. 

Meaning that, if you have a bunch of kids together, they can play a game. 

But if you take one of the kids out of the game when they're young, say six, and say, what are the rules? 

They can only sort of give you a representation. So you take six-year-old one, and he’ll tell you some of the rules, and six-year-old two will tell you different rules, and six-year-old three will tell you different rules. 

But, if you put them all together, they can play. 

They have the knowledge embodied, either individually or in the group. 

The knowledge is there to be extracted. 

Then they get a little older, and they can extract the rule. Then they start to play by the rules. 

Piaget’s last step was that it’s not just that the kids play by the rules: they learn that they can make the rules. 

He thought about that as moral progression. 

First, you can play. 

Then you can play by the rules. 

Then you learn, maybe—because he didn’t think everyone learned this—that you’re actually the master of the rules. 

That doesn’t mean the rules are arbitrary, but it means that you can be the generator of the rules, assuming that you know how to play the game. He thought about that as a moral progression. 

I thought, well, that's exactly what happened to Moses in the story of Exodus. Moses is out there leading all those Israelites around. 

They don't have a law, and they don't have a law-giver. They have a tradition. 

They’re all crabby because they’re in a desert. They were in a tyranny, but now they're in a desert. That's no improvement. 

So they're really getting pretty bitchy about it. They're worshipping false idols, having one catastrophe after another, and they get Moses to judge their conflicts. He does that for God only knows how long—forever. 

Crabby Israelites come to Moses and bitch at him. 

‘He did this, and she did that.’ 

He has to figure out how to make peace. He does that for so long that one of his relatives—I think it’s his father-in-law—tells him he has to stop doing it, because he’s going to exhaust himself. You think, what's happening? 

I’m not assuming that this is a literal, historical story. I think, again, it’s a condensation. Any group has a set of customs, just like a wolf pack does. The customs are being manifest, and someone who’s a genius is watching, and thinking, ok, what's the rule in this situation? What's the rule in this situation? What’s the rule in this situation? And then, in his imagination the rules turn into a hierarchy. He goes up on the mountain and it goes, bang! And he thinks, oh my God! Here’s the rules that we’ve been living by all this time! That's the revelation of the commandments. How else could it be? The rules came first and obeying them came second? No. The actions come first, and then you figure out what everybody’s up to. You say, ‘hey, look, this is what you’ve been up to all along, and everybody goes, oh, yeah, that seems to make sense.’ If it didn't, who would follow them? No one is going to follow them if they don't match what’s already there. You just think about that as unjust. “

And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God:

2

For true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand.

3

And again they said, Alleluia. And her smoke rose up for ever and ever.

4

And the four and twenty elders and the four beasts fell down and worshipped God that sat on the throne, saying, Amen; Alleluia.

5

And a voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great.

6

And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.

7

Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready.

8

And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.

9

And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God.

10

And I fell at his feet to worship him. And he said unto me, See thou do it not: I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren that have the testimony of Jesus: worship God: for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.

11

And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.

12

His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself.

13

And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God.

14

And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.

15

And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.

16

And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS.

17

And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven, Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God;

18

That ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.

19

And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth, and their armies, gathered together to make war against him that sat on the horse, and against his army.

20

And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the mark of the beast, and them that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone.

21

And the remnant were slain with the sword of him that sat upon the horse, which swordproceeded out of his mouth: and all the fowls were filled with their flesh.

SELF-TALK

Now, Obviously — if I talk all the time, 

I don't hear what anyone else has to say

House of cards Quotes Francis Urquhart (1990) I'm the Chief Whip

Alan Watts - What Happens If You Stop Talking To Yourself All The Time

"Most us think, compulsively, all the time  - that is to say, we talk to ourselves.

Talking to Yourself is The First Sign of Madness


Now, obviously - if I talk all the time, 
I don't hear what anyone else has to say;

and so, in exactly the same way, if I think all the time, that is to say, if I talk to myself all the time, I don't have anything to think about except Thoughts;

and therefore, I am living entirely in The World of Symbols, and am never in relationship with 'Reality'.

When we Dance, The Journey itself is The Point.


If you medidate for an Ulterior Motive, 

which is to say

To Improve Your Mind
To Improve Your Character
To Be More Efficient in Life

You have got your eye on 'The Future', and you are not meditating -
because The Future is a concept -

The Future Does Not Exist
Tomorrow Never Comes
because, 

The Time is Always Now. 

God Can Come into The World

Webster Tarpley "Easter is incomparably the greatest holiday of the Christian Calendar

Alternative Easter Movies : DOGVILLE

“I don't deserve that bread!

I stole that bone

I haven't stolen anything before —

So now, now I have to punish myself.

I was raised to be arrogant —

So I had to teach myself these things......”

- Grace

Hi all, Will...

Hello Tom

Grace, How is all going?

Not very well l'm afraid

Really?

No, nobody needs any Help

Well, I thought that 

might be the case

Grace :

His Plan to make 

everybody like me has 

run in to a few problems 

because nobody wants me 

to work for them — 

I would really like to offer 

something in return.

You're all running a terrible 

risk having me here...

I mean, I am willing to learn —

There must be someone 

who needs Help

Mr. McKay's sight is 

not so good

Grace :

Yes, I went to Mr. McKay

I went to Martha and 

to Chuck and Vera's, 

and nobody seems to 

need any Help

They all think everyone else 

needs something and 

not themselves

Funny, that's exactly 

what Tom said

Grace :

I suppose he's pleased.

 

Ginger :

Well... Just to prove him Wrong, 

maybe you can lend 

a hand here!

But Ginger, there really isn't anything we need done

 

Grace :

Perhaps there's something 

you don’t need done?

Anything we don't 

need done?

 

Grace :

Something...

Something that you 

would like done,

but that you don't 

think is necessary

What on earth would that be?

 

Grace :

Maybe... maybe the 

gooseberry bushes

The gooseberries are just fine, thank you very much

Grace :

No, not yours - 

The ones that planted themselves in the tall grass

We don't grow anything there 

Grace :

Exactly.

A bit of tidying up -

Who knows, those bushes might one day bear fruit

Yeah, that's true, that's true

Who knows....

All right, girl

Those alabaster hands of yours are hereby engaged to weed the wild gooseberry bushes

Grace :

Thank you!

Around...like this, you see

Anything to close them...

just be careful, that's all

After a few of the wild little gooseberry bushes had given up the ghost in the care of Grace's, as-yet unpracticed alabaster hands, things began looking up with the weeding and the town

ln fact, it turned out there were not so few things that the other townsfolk of Dogville didn't need doing either —

As Ben had no home, Grace's domestic experiments were absolutely things he didn't need,

but he put up with them anyhow, appearing with astonishing punctuality when the act of domesticity had been completed, no matter how unpredictable business hours in the freight industry might otherwise have been; as hitherto

they had coped splendidly with Olivia's excellent

diaper arrangement.

If Jack Mckay had needed a partner for conversation he would surely have gone out and

gotten one for himself in the town —

So it was not out of need that he allowed Grace to sit with him in his dark parlor with the dramatic drapes on one wall for lengthy discussions regarding the underestimated qualities of the light on the East Coast.

As Martha wouldn't dream of burdening the parish with wear and tear of the pedals and bellows while waiting for the new priest to be appointed — she practiced without a note ever leaving the organ and was therefore not really in need of anyone to turn her pages;

And God Knows that Mr. and Mrs. Henson's son did not need any help with his books and that the family had taken Grace in for her own sake;

And although Liz's hands had improved through Grace's good counsel, Thomas Edison was a doctor and of indisputable health and he did not need care, or help with the pills from the medicine closet with its many secrets

 

Actually Chuck was the only one ''not yet hooked,'' as Tom put it —

Hooked?

 

You sound so arrogant!

Arrogance is The Worst Thing!

“a manifest feeling of superiority of one's worth or importance, combined with contempt of others,"  

From Latin arrogantia, present participle of arrogare "to claim for oneself, assume," from ad "to" (see ad-) + rogare "to ask, to propose (a law, a candidate); to ask a favor, entreat, request," apparently a figurative use of a PIE verb meaning literally "to stretch out (the hand)," from root *reg- "move in a straight line."

You know which words DON’T appear in the Etymology of the word ‘arrogant’...? (Or any like them..?)

“Delusional”, “False”, “Inauthentic”, “Wrong”....

Also — it’s contempt “OF others”, not contempt “FOR others”.... it doesn’t preclude the possibility that those you express contempt for might be contemptible, or that you are actually Better Than Them (the person or persons who are calling you arrogant)

Grace was no expert in exclusive automobiles

Yet, she recognized with no difficulty the sound of the vehicle that was rounding the corner from Canyon Road at that very moment

Alas, in Grace's memory the legendary purr of

the Cadillac series  C was inextricably linked with another rather less sophisticated sound — that of gunfire directed against her person

Don't you need to justify your actions before you shoot us

That's new

That could be interpreted as weakness, Daddy...

l'm disappointed in you!

                   

l'm not gonna shoot anybody

You shot at me before

Yes.

l'm sorry, l regret that - You ran away

But shooting at you certainly didn't help matters

Of course not

You're, far, far too stubborn

lf you don't want to kill me then why did you come?

Our last conversation the one in which you told me

what it was you didn't like about me never really concluded as you ran away

l should be allowed to tell you what l don't like about you

That l believe would be a rule of polite conversation, you know

That's why you showed up?

And you call me stubborn

You're sure you're not here to force me to go back and become like you?

lf I thought there was a chance of forcing you but of course that will never happen

You are more more than welcome to return home and become my daughter again anytime and

l would even begin to share my power and responsibility with you if you did

Not that you care.

So what is it?

What is it, the thing... the thing that you don't like about me?

lt was a word you used that provoked me

You called me arrogant

To plunder as it were a God given right

l'd call that arrogant, daddy

But that is exactly what l don't like about you

lt is you that is arrogant!

That's what you came here say?

l'm not the one passing judgment, Daddy, you are.

No, 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

l 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, l'm arrogant

l'm arrogant because l 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't possibly attain the same high

ethical standards as you so you exonerate them

l 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 l 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!

l have no more to say

You are arrogant, l'm arrogant

You've said it, now you can leave

And without my daughter, I suppose?

Uhm...

I said without my daughter?

Hmm, yes!

Well

Yes

Well, you decide, you decide

Grace, they say you are having some trouble here

No

No more trouble than back home

I'll give you a little time to think about this

Perhaps you will change your mind

I won't

Listen, my love... power is not so bad...

I am sure that you can find a way to make use of it in your own fashion...

Take a walk and think about it

The people who live here are doing their best under very hard circumstances

If you say so, Grace.

But is their best really good enough?

Do they love you?

Grace had already thought for a long time

She had known that if she were not shot when the gangsters arrived she would be faced with her father's suggestion that she return to become a conspirator with him and his gang of thugs and felons and she did not need any walk to reconsider her response to that

Even though the difference between the people she knew back home and the people she'd met in Dogville had proven somewhat slighter than she'd expected

Grace looked at the gooseberry bushes so fragile in the smooth darkness

It was good to know that if you did not treat them ill they would be there come spring as always

and come summer they'd again

be bursting with the quite incomprehensible quantity of berries that were so good in pies specially with cinnamon Grace looked around at the frightened faces behind the windowpanes that were following her every step and felt ashamed of being part of inflicting that fear

How could she ever hate them for what was at bottom merely their weakness?

She would probably have done things like those that had befallen her if she'd lived in one of these houses to measure them by her own yardstick as her father put it.

 

Would she not, in all honesty have done the same as Chuck and Vera and Ben and Mrs. Henson and Tom and all these people in their houses?

Grace paused

    

                   

And while she did, the clouds scattered

and let the moonlight through

    

                   

and Dogville underwent another of those

little changes of light

    

                   

lt was if the light, previously

so merciful and faint

    

                   

finally refused to cover up

for the town any longer

    

                   

Suddenly you could

no longer imagine

    

                   

a berry that would appear one day

on a gooseberry bush

    

                   

but only see the thorn

that was there right now

    

                   

The light now penetrated every

unevenness and flaw in the buildings...

    

                   

and

    

                   

in... the people!

    

                   

And all of a sudden she knew

the answer to her question all to well

    

                   

lf she had acted like them

    

                   

she could not have defended

a single one of her actions

    

                   

and could not have condemned

them harshly enough

    

                   

lt was as if her sorrow and pain

finally assumed their rightful place

    

                   

No

    

                   

What they had done

was not good enough

    

                   

And if one had the power

to put it to rights, it was one's duty to do so for the sake of the other towns

For the sake of humanity

And not least for the sake of the human being that was Grace herself 

If I went back and became your daughter again when would I be given the power you're talking about?

Now?

At once

Why not?

So that would mean that I’d also take on the immediate responsibilities at once I'd be a part in the problem solving...

Like the problem... 

of Dogville

We can start by shooting a dog and nailing it to a wall

Over there beneath that lamp, for example

Well, it might help it sometimes does

It would only make the town more frightened, but hardly make it a better place

And it could happen again

Somebody happening by revealing...

...their frailty

That's what I wanna use the power for if you don't mind

I wanna make this world a little better

Yeah

That damn kid won't shut up

Says he wants to talk to you, Miss

Can we just shoot him now?

No, no, no let me talk to him

What?

What is it?

A man can't really be blamed for being scared now, can he?

No, that's true

No, l'm scared, Grace

I used you, and l'm sorry

I am stupid, I am

Maybe even arrogant sometimes

You are, Tom

Although using people is not very charming

l think you have to agree that this specific illustration has surpassed all expectations

It says so much about being human

It's been painful

But l think you also have to agree it has been edifying

Wouldn't you say?

Not now, Tom

Not now

lf there is any town this world would be

better without, this is it

    

                   

Yes?

    

                   

Shoot them

and burn down the town

    

                   

What?

    

                   

Something else, honey?

    

                   

There is a family with kids...

    

                   

Do the kids first

and make the mother watch

    

                   

Tell her you will stop

if she can hold back her tears

    

                   

l owe her that

    

                   

l'm afraid she cries

a little too easily

    

                   

We've better get you out of here

    

                   

l'm afraid, you've learned

far too much already

    

                   

Are you cold, Sweetie

    

                   

Do you need a wrap?

    

                   

l'm fine

    

                   

You want the curtains opened?

    

                   

You don't need them anymore

    

                   

What do you think?

    

                   

l think we should open them

    

                   

l think it's appropriate

    

                   

No!

    

                   

No, no

Oh, God, no!

    

                   

No, no, no!

    

                   

- Mom, dad!

- No!

Dad!

No!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom help! Help!

Mom!

Bingo Grace!

Bingo!

l have to tell you, your illustration beat the hell out of mine.

It's frightening, yes but so clear

Do you think that l can allow myself to use it as a inspiration in my writing

Goodbye, Tom

Some things you have to do yourself

Really?

That one you're gonna have to explain to me on the way home

Suddenly there was a noise —

Not so persuasive and powerful as it had been on one rainy night in spring but loud enough to work its way through the final sighs of the timber that was rapidly burning out

It came again

Everyone heard it

Grace was the first to recognize it

That's Moses

That's Moses, she said and jumped out of the car

She quickly covered the distance

to the dog pen over what now the buildings were gone could scarcely be called a street and certainly not Elm Street as there wasn't a tree left on Dogville's little mountain ledge let alone an elm

It was Moses

His survival was astonishing; a miracle

No, no.

No, just let him be.

They will have spotted the flames in Georgetown by now —

Some one will come and find him

He's just angry because I once took his bone

Whether Grace left Dogville or on the contrary Dogville had left her and The World in general is a question of a more artful nature that few would benefit from by asking and even fewer by providing an answer

And nor indeed will it be answered here!