Friday 27 May 2022

IS PROGRESS POSSIBLE? by C.S. Lewis

 


Inconvenient Truths on Climate Change

Student
“Drought, flooding and ocean acidification unanticipated for 65 million years all result from climate change according to over 700 of your fellow scientists so I was wondering whether you thought climate change could be an issue that would unite us all; 
Left and Right
moving Us beyond debates, 
C-16 into discussions at the UN ??? meeting here next month 
where perhaps Humanity might finally discover 
its global map of meaning.”

Peterson
No.

(Audience laughs and applauds)

IS PROGRESS POSSIBLE?

WILLING SLAVES OF THE WELFARE STATE

   


  From the French Revolution to the outbreak of the First World War in 1914, it was generally assumed that progress in human affairs was not only possible but inevitable


Since then two terrible wars and the discovery of the hydrogen bomb have made men question this confident assumption. 


The Observer invited five well-known writers to give their answers to the following questions : 


'Is Man progressing Today?' 

'Is Progress even possible?' 


This second article in the series is a reply to the opening article by C. P. Snow, 'Man in Society', The Observer (13 July 1958).]

   


  Progress’ means movement in a desired direction, and we do not all desire the same things for our species


In 'Possible Worlds' (One essay in J.B.S. Haldane's Possible Worlds amid Other Essays (London, 1927). See also 'The Last Judgment' in the same book) Professor Haldane pictured a future in which Man, foreseeing that Earth would soon be uninhabitable, adapted himself for migration to Venus by drastically modifying his physiology and abandoning justice, pity and happiness. The desire here is for mere survival. Now I care far more how Humanity lives than how long. Progress, for me, means increasing Goodness and Happiness of individual lives. For the species, as for each man, mere longevity seems to me a contemptible ideal.


  I therefore go even further than C.P. Snow in removing the H-Bomb from the centre of the picture. Like him, I am not certain whether if it killed one-third of us (the one-third I belong to), this would be a bad thing for the remainder; like him, I don't think it will kill us all. 


But suppose it did


As a Christian I take it for granted that human history will some day end; and I am offering Omniscience no advice as to the best date for that consummation. 


I am more concerned by what The Bomb is doing already.


  One meets young people who make the threat of it a reason for poisoning every pleasure and evading every duty in The Present. 


Didn't they know that, Bomb or no Bomb, all men die (many in horrible ways)? There's no good moping and sulking about it.


  Having removed what I think a red herring, I return to the real question. Are people becoming, or likely to become, better or happier? Obviously this allows only the most conjectural answer. Most individual experience (and there is no other kind) never gets into the news, let alone the history books; one has an imperfect grasp even of one's own. We are reduced to generalities. 


Even among these it is hard to strike a balance. Sir Charles enumerates many real ameliorations. Against these we must set Hiroshima, Black and Tans, Gestapo, Ogpu, brain-washing, the Russian slave camps. 


Perhaps we grow kinder to children; but then we grow less kind to the old. Any G.P. will tell you that even prosperous people refuse to look after their parents. 'Can't they be got into some sort of Home?' says Goneril (In Shakespeare's King Lear). 


  More useful, I think, than an attempt at balancing, is the reminder that most of these phenomena, good and bad are made possible by two things. These two will probably determine most of what happens to us for some time.


  The first is the advance, and increasing application, of science. As a means to the ends I care for, this is neutral. We shall grow able to cure, and to produce, more diseases - bacterial war, not bombs, might ring down the curtain - to alleviate, and to inflict, more pains, to husband, or to waste, the resources of the planet more extensively. We can become either more beneficent or more mischievous. My guess is we shall do both; mending one thing and marring another, removing old miseries and producing new ones, safeguarding ourselves here and endangering ourselves there. 


  The second is the changed relation between Government and subjects. Sir Charles mentions our new attitude to crime. I will mention the trainloads of Jews delivered at the German gas-chambers. It seems shocking to suggest a common element, but I think one exists. On the humanitarian view all crime is pathological; it demands not retributive punishment but cure


This separates the criminal's treatment from the concepts of justice and desert; a 'just cure' is meaningless. 


On the old view public opinion might protest against a punishment (it protested against our old penal code) as excessive, more than the man 'deserved'; an ethical question on which anyone might have an opinion. But a remedial treatment can be judged only by the probability of its success; a technical question on which only experts can speak. 


Thus the criminal ceases to be a person, a subject of rights and duties, and becomes merely an object on which society can work. 


And this is, in principle, how Hitler treated the Jews. They were objects; killed not for ill desert but because, on his theories, they were a disease in society. 


If Society can mend, remake, and unmake men at its pleasure, its pleasure may, of course, be humane or homicidal. The difference is important. But, either way, rulers have become owners. 


Observe how the 'humane' attitude to crime could operate. If crimes are diseases, why should diseases be treated differently from crimes? 


And who but the experts can define disease? 


One school of psychology regards my religion as a neurosis. 


If this neurosis ever becomes inconvenient to Government, what is to prevent my being subjected to a compulsory 'cure'


It may be painful; treatments sometimes are


But it will be no use asking, 'What have I done to deserve this?' 


The Straightener will reply: 

'But, my dear fellow, no one's blaming you. 


We no longer believe in retributive justice. 


We're healing you.' 


This would be no more than an extreme application of the political philosophy implicit in most modern communities. It has stolen on us unawares. Two wars necessitated vast curtailments of liberty, and we have grown, though grumblingly, accustomed to our chains. The increasing complexity and precariousness of our economic life have forced Government to take over many spheres of activity once left to choice or chance


Our intellectuals have surrendered first to the slave-philosophy of Hegel, then to Marx, finally to the linguistic analysts.


  As a result, classical political theory, with its Stoical, Christian, and juristic key-conceptions (natural law, the value of the individual, the rights of man), has died. 


The modern State exists not to protect our rights but to do us good or make us good - anyway, to do something to us or to make us something. 


Hence the new name 'leaders' for those who were once 'rulers'. We are less their subjects than their wards, pupils, or domestic animals. 


There is nothing left of which we can say to them, 

'Mind your own business.


Our whole lives are their business. 


  I write 'they' because it seems childish not to recognize that actual government is and always must be oligarchical. Our effective masters must be more than one and fewer than all. 


But the oligarchs begin to regard us in a new way. 


  Here, I think, lies our real dilemma. Probably we cannot, certainly we shall not, retrace our steps. We are tamed animals (some with kind, some with cruel, masters) and should probably starve if we got out of our cage. 


That is one horn of the dilemma. 


But in an increasingly planned society, how much of what I value can survive? That is the other horn. 


  I believe a man is happier, and happy in a richer way, if he has 'the freeborn mind'. But I doubt whether he can have this without economic independence, which the new society is abolishing. 


For economic independence allows an education not controlled by Government; and in adult life it is the man who needs, and asks, nothing of Government who can criticise its acts and snap his fingers at its ideology. 


Read Montaigne; that's the voice of a man with his legs under his own table, eating the mutton and turnips raised on his own land. Who will talk like that when the State is everyone's schoolmaster and employer? Admittedly, when man was untamed, such liberty belonged only to the few. I know. Hence the horrible suspicion that our only choice is between societies with few freemen and societies with none. 


  Again, the new oligarchy must more and more base its claim to plan us on its claim to knowledge. If we are to be mothered, Mother must Bnow Best. 


This means they must increasingly rely on the advice of Scientists, till in the end The Politicians proper become merely The Scientists' puppets


  Technocracy is the form to which a planned society must tend. Now I dread specialists in power because they are specialists speaking outside their special subjects. Let scientists tell us about sciences. But government involves questions about the good for man, and justice, and what things are worth having at what price; and on these a scientific training gives a man's opinion no added value. Let the doctor tell me I shall die unless I do so-and-so; but whether life is worth having on those terms is no more a question for him than for any other man.


  Thirdly, I do not like the pretensions of Government - the grounds on which it demands my obedience - to be pitched too high. I don't like the medicine-man's magical pretensions nor the Bourbon's Divine Right. 


This is not solely because I disbelieve in magic and in Bossuet's Politique (Jacques Bénigne Bossuet, Politique tirée de propres paroles de l'Écriture-Sainte (Paris, 1709)). I believe in God, but I detest theocracy. For every Government consists of mere men and is, strictly viewed, a makeshift; if it adds to its commands 'Thus saith the Lord', it lies, and lies dangerously.


  On just the same ground I dread government in the name of science. That is how tyrannies come in. In every age the men who want us under their thumb, if they have any sense, will put forward the particular pretension which the hopes and fears of that age render most potent. They 'cash in'. It has been magic, it has been Christianity. 


Now it will certainly be Science. Perhaps the real scientists may not think much of the tyrants' 'science' - they didn't think much of Hitler's racial theories or Stalin's biology. But they can be muzzled. 


We must give full weight to Sir Charles's reminder that millions in the East are still half starved. To these my fears would seem very unimportant. 


A hungry man thinks about Food, not Freedom. 


We must give full weight to the claim that nothing but science, and science globally applied, and therefore unprecedented Government controls, can produce full bellies and medical care for the whole human race: nothing, in short, but a world Welfare State. It is a full admission of these truths which impresses upon me the extreme peril of humanity at present.


  We have on the one hand a desperate need; hunger, sickness, and the dread of war. We have, on the other, the conception of something that might meet it: omnicompetent global technocracy. Are not these the ideal opportunity for enslavement? This is how it has emerged before; a desperate need (real or apparent) in the one party, a power (real or apparent) to relieve it, in the other. In the ancient world individuals have sold themselves as slaves, in order to eat. So in society. Here is a witch-doctor who can save us from the sorcerers - a war-lord who can save us from the barbarians - a Church that can save us from Hell. Give them what they ask, give ourselves to them bound and blindfold, if only they will! Perhaps the terrible bargain will be made again. We cannot blame men for making it. We can hardly wish them not to. Yet we can hardly bear that they should.


  The question about progress has become the question whether we can discover any way of submitting to the worldwide paternalism of a technocracy without losing all personal privacy and independence. Is there any possibility of getting the super Welfare State's honey and avoiding the sting? 


  Let us make no mistake about The Sting. The Swedish sadness is only a foretaste. To live his life in his own way, to call His House His Castle, to enjoy the fruits of His Own Labour, to educate his children as his conscience directs, to save for their prosperity after his death - these are wishes deeply ingrained in white and civilised man. Their realization is almost as necessary to our virtues as to our happiness. From their total frustration disastrous results both moral and psychological might follow. 


  All this threatens us even if the form of society which our needs point to should prove an unparalleled success. But is that certain? What assurance have we that our masters will or can keep the promise which induced us to sell ourselves? Let us not be deceived by phrases about 'Man taking charge of his own destiny'. 


All that can really happen is that some men will take charge of the destiny of the others. They will be simply men; none perfect; some greedy, cruel and dishonest. The more completely we are planned the more powerful they will be. 


Have we discovered some new reason why, this time, power should not corrupt as it has done before? 

 

Thursday 26 May 2022

Take on The Role of The Encourager.



Wong :
She's breaking free! Hold her! 
Strange! Take America's power. There's no other way. 

Strange :
Yeah. This is the only way. 
It's me, in other me's body. 

America :
You're gonna take my power, aren't you? Before Wanda can. 
It's okay. I understand now. 

Strange :
No, America. 
I've come here to tell you to Trust Yourself, Trust Your Power. 
That's how we stop her.

America :
I can't control it... 

Strange :
Yes, you can
You have been all along. 
Every time you opened a portal, 
you sent us exactly 
where we needed to go. 

America :
What about the first time? 

Strange :
Even that led you to this moment —
You are gonna kick that witch's ass. 
I've got you!


Take on the role 
of The Encourager.


If you are The Worrier or The Skeptic
who warns yourself and others 
against going through with things 
(who warns against forward movement) 
you are suppressing 
The Divine Masculine. 


Don’t warn people around you off the path they are headed towards. 

Instead, encourage them 
towards their fears; 
encourage them to 
make the attempt. 

Honor their process. 


Allow them to make mistakes 
without rescuing them. 





The Rescuer is not a function of Manhood; 
it is a function of Boyhood. 

The Rescuer is a boy 
trying to prove himself. 





A Man does not need 
to prove himself. 

Divine Masculine is all about 
growth and encouraging others 
towards growth. 


Encouragement is the most divine manifestation of the masculine expression of Love.

Monday 23 May 2022

Cosmos - Carl Sagan - 4th Dimension

Orange Alert

 











RIDGEON. I was just telling them when you came in, Blenkinsop, that I have worked myself out of sorts.


BLENKINSOP. Well, it seems presumptuous of me to offer a prescription to a great man like you; but still I have great experience; and if I might recommend a pound of ripe greengages every day half an hour before lunch, I’m sure youd find a benefit. Theyre very cheap.


RIDGEON. What do you say to that B. B.?


B. B. [encouragingly] Very sensible, Blenkinsop: very sensible indeed. I’m delighted to see that you disapprove of drugs.


SIR PATRICK [grunts]!


B. B. [archly] Aha! Haha! Did I hear from the fireside armchair the bow-wow of the old school defending its drugs? 

Ah, believe me, Paddy, the world would be healthier if every chemist’s shop in England were demolished. 

Look at the papers! full of scandalous advertisements of patent medicines! a huge commercial system of quackery and poison. 

Well, whose fault is it? Ours

I say, ours. We set the example. We spread the superstition. 

We taught the people to believe in bottles of Doctor’s stuff; and now they buy it at the stores instead of consulting a medical man.


WALPOLE. Quite True. I've not prescribed a drug for the last fifteen years.


B. B. Drugs can only repress symptoms: they cannot eradicate disease. The true remedy for all diseases is Nature’s remedy. 

Nature and Science are at one, Sir Patrick, believe me; though you were taught differently. 

Nature has provided, in the white corpuscles as you call them — in The Phagocytes as we call them — a natural means of devouring and destroying all disease germs. 

There is at bottom only one genuinely scientific treatment for all diseases, and that is to Stimulate The Phagocytes

Stimulate The Phagocytes. Drugs are a delusion. 

Find The Germ of The Disease; prepare from it a suitable anti-toxin; inject it three times a day quarter of an hour before meals; and what is the result? 

The Phagocytes are stimulated; they devour The Disease; and The Patient recovers — unless, of course, he’s too far gone. That, I take it, is the essence of Ridgeon’s discovery.


SIR PATRICK [dreamily] As I sit here, I seem to hear my poor old father talking again.


B. B. [rising in incredulous amazement] Your father! But, Lord bless my soul, Paddy, your father must have been an older man than you.


SIR PATRICK. Word for word almost, he said what you say. No more drugs. Nothing but inoculation.


B. B. [almost contemptuously] Inoculation! Do you mean smallpox inoculation?


SIR PATRICK. Yes. In the privacy of our family circle, sir, my father used to declare his belief that smallpox inoculation was good, not only for smallpox, but for all fevers.


B. B. [suddenly rising to the new idea with immense interest and excitement] What! Ridgeon: did you hear that? Sir Patrick: I am more struck by what you have just told me than I can well express. Your Father, sir, anticipated a discovery of my own. Listen, Walpole. Blenkinsop: attend one moment. You will all be intensely interested in this. 

I was put on the track by accident. 

I had a Typhoid case and a Tetanus case side by side in The hospital: a beadle and a city missionary. 

Think of what that meant for them, poor fellows! Can a beadle be dignified with Typhoid? Can a missionary be eloquent with lockjaw? No. NO. Well, I got some typhoid anti-toxin from Ridgeon and a tube of Muldooley’s anti-Tetanus serum. But the missionary jerked all my things off the table in one of his paroxysms; and in replacing them I put Ridgeon’s tube where Muldooley’s ought to have been. The consequence was that I inoculated the typhoid case for tetanus and the tetanus case for typhoid. [The Doctors look greatly concerned. B. B., undamped, smiles triumphantly]. Well, they recovered. THEY RECOVERED. Except for a touch of St Vitus’s Dance The Missionary’s as well to-day as ever; and The Beadle’s ten times The Man he was.


BLENKINSOP. I've known things like that happen. They cant be explained.


B. B. [severely] Blenkinsop: There is nothing that cannot be explained by Science. 

What did I do? Did I fold my hands helplessly and say that the case could not be explained? By no means. 

I sat down and used my brains. I thought the case out on Scientific Principles. 

I asked myself 'Why Didn't The Missionary die of Typhoid on top of Tetanus, and The Beadle of Tetanus on top of Typhoid?' 

Theres a problem for you, Ridgeon. Think, Sir Patrick. Reflect, Blenkinsop. Look at it without prejudice, Walpole. 

What is the real work of The Anti-Toxin? 
Simply to Stimulate The Phagocytes. 

Very well. But so long as you stimulate The Phagocytes, what does it matter which particular sort of serum you use for the purpose? Haha! Eh? Do you see? Do you grasp it? Ever since that I've used all sorts of anti-toxins absolutely indiscriminately, with perfectly satisfactory results. I inoculated the little prince with your stuff, Ridgeon, because I wanted to give you a lift; but two years ago I tried the experiment of treating a Scarlet Fever case with a sample of Hydrophobia serum from the Pasteur Institute, and it answered capitally. 

It Stimulated The Phagocytes
and The Phagocytes did the rest. 


That is why Sir Patrick’s father found that inoculation cured all fevers. It stimulated the phagocytes. [He throws himself into his chair, exhausted with the triumph of his demonstration, and beams magnificently on them].


EMMY [looking in] Mr Walpole: your motor’s come for you; and it’s frightening Sir Patrick’s horses; so come along quick.


WALPOLE [rising] Good-bye, Ridgeon.


RIDGEON. Good-bye; and many thanks.


B. B. You see My Point, Walpole?


EMMY. He cant wait, Sir Ralph. The carriage will be into the area if he dont come.


WALPOLE. I’m coming. [To B. B.] Theres nothing in your point: Phagocytosis is pure rot: the cases are all blood-poisoning; and the knife is the real remedy. Bye-bye, Sir Paddy. Happy to have met you, Mr. Blenkinsop. Now, Emmy. [He goes out, followed by Emmy].


B. B. [sadly] Walpole has no intellect. A mere surgeon. Wonderful operator; but, after all, what is operating? Only manual labor. Brain—BRAIN remains master of the situation. The nuciform sac is utter nonsense: theres no such organ. It’s a mere accidental kink in the membrane, occurring in perhaps two-and-a-half per cent of the population. Of course I’m glad for Walpole’s sake that the operation is fashionable; for he’s a dear good fellow; and after all, as I always tell people, the operation will do them no harm: indeed, Ive known the nervous shake-up and the fortnight in bed do people a lot of good after a hard London season; but still it’s a shocking fraud. [Rising] Well, I must be toddling. Good-bye, Paddy [Sir Patrick grunts] good-bye, goodbye. Good-bye, my dear Blenkinsop, good-bye! Goodbye, Ridgeon. Dont fret about your health: you know what to do: if your liver is sluggish, a little mercury never does any harm. If you feel restless, try bromide, If that doesnt answer, a stimulant, you know: a little phosphorus and strychnine. If you cant sleep, trional, trional, trion—


SIR PATRICK [drily] But no drugs, Colly, remember that.

Strange, Dead and Evil



America,
The Princess :
Did that Kill it? 

Evil, Dead Strange :
No. That, THAT will Kill it :
The Book of Vishanti! 

We can't let it Take Your Power. 
Get to The Book!

America,
The Princess :
How do we get across? 

Evil, Dead Strange :
Jump! 


Evil, Dead Strange :
It's Too Strong! 
I can't hold it...!! 
....I'm So Sorry. 
This is The Only Way. 

America,
The Princess :
What are you doing?! 

Evil, Dead Strange :
We can't let that thing 
TAKE Your Power. 
You can't Control it. 
But I CAN

America,
The Princess :
But We're Friends
You'll Kill Me! 

Evil, Dead Strange :
I Know.... 
But in The Grand Calculus of The Multiverse, 
Your Sacrifice is worth MORE 
than Your Life.

Doctor Strange and The MoM

 


Dr. Christine Palmer :
Glass of red, please? 

Strange :
Allow Me, Miss. 
(with a wave of His Hand, Stephen 
transforms Her Water into Wine)
A little too on the nose? 

What, for You, at My Wedding? 
Nah. It was Perfect.

Strange : 
Congratulations. 

Dr. Christine Palmer :
Thank You. There's Charlie. 
I have to introduce you 
because he's kind of... 
It's embarassing, but he's 
a BIG fan. So... 

Strange :
Hey, uh, Christine... umm... 
I should have... 
I wish it had been different. 

I never stopped caring about Us, but 
I Had to Make Sacrifices
To Protect You. I'm Sorry. 

Dr. Christine Palmer :
....It was never gonna work out between Us. 

Strange :
Why Not? 

Dr. Christine Palmer :
Because, Stephen... 
You have to be The One 
Holding The Knife

And I always respected you for it, 
but I couldn't Love You for it. 

How long have you had 
that one in The Barrel...? 

Strange :
Long time.

 Dr. Christine Palmer :
Yeah. I bet.
 
Strange :
Truly, I'm just Glad 
that You're Happy. 
I am. I really, really am. 

Dr. Christine Palmer :
Good.  Are You? 

Strange :
I'm Happy. 

Dr. Christine Palmer :
Good. You Deserve it. 

Strange :
Thank You. 

Look out! 


Sunday 22 May 2022

American Dreams






Do You Talk? 
You know, Talk? Me human. Boy. Elliott. Ell-i-ott. Elliott. Coke. See, we drink it. It's, uh... It's a drink. You know, food? These are toys. Little men. This is Greedo. And then this is Hammerhead. You see, this is Walrus Man. And then this is Snaggletooth. And this is Lando Calrissian. See? And this is Boba Fett. Look. They can even have wars. Pffz! Plzzaz! Plzzaz! Aah. And look. Fish. The fish eat the fish food, and the shark eats the fish, but nobody eats a shark. See, this is Pez. Candy. 
You see, you eat it. 
You put the candy in here, and when you lift the head, the candy comes out. 
You want some? 

This is a Peanut
You eat it. 

But you can't eat this one 
'cause this is Fake

This is Money. You see? 
We put The Money 
in The Peanut. 
You see? Bank

And then... 
This is a car
This is what we 
get around in. 
See? A car

Hey! Hey, wait a second. 
No. You don't eat them. 

Are you hungry? 
I'm hungry. 

Stay. Stay
I'll be right here
OK? I'll be right here.






She's under restraint.

What? Who's restraining her?

There are many arms about her.
She thinks it's Safe

Quickly! Who is she more threatened by,
You or Your Husband?

Neither! 

Steve decides The Punishment.
The Children know that.


That's not fair. I've never hit her.

Fight later!

Steven, make Carol Anne answer you!

Carol Anne? 
It's Daddy.

Be cross with her —
Be angry with her,
or 
You'll never see her again.

Carol Anne, I Want You to Answer Me!

Tell her if she doesn't answer you, 
she'll get a spanking.
Come on, I've never 
spanked The Children.

Honey, please, just tell her.

Carol Anne?
Answer Your Parents 
or You'll get
a real spanking 
from both of us!

Mommy, 
Help Me!

She's away from Him.

America’s Nightmares





“The inspiration for the story of the movie written by Steven Spielberg 
(the part concerning to a suburb built over a cemetery) 
comes from an actual occurrence 
in Denver, Colorado. 

In the late 1800s, when Denver was expanding, there was a graveyard where The City Government wanted to put in a grand City Park like the one that New York City built and that cities across the country sought to emulate; Central Park. 

The City put out notices for bids to relocate the cemetery and decided to go with the lowest bidder. 

About a third of the way into the project the contractor realized that he had seriously underbid The Job and, long story short, started moving just the headstones. 

He completed The Job and The City started building the slated structure, 
and was actually getting close to finishing, 
when one of the contractor's employees spilled the beans. 

The Contractor was arrested but the damage was done. 

The City, not being able to afford to tear down The Building and dig up The Cemetery again, 
left it as it was and just 
finished the project, 
leaving the unmarked graves as they were

The Park is named Cheesman Park
and the graves sit under The Greek Pavilion on The East End of The Park 
and extend South 
to 8th Avenue.


This House, has many Hearts.







The Star-Spangled Avenger is sent to go find 
the son of Ray Coulson, who has recently 
joined a biker gang. 
It is here that Captain America learns that 
Doc Ock has been following him. 

Can Cap defeat the Doc Ock and the gang 
without his shield?






“Parapsychology isn't something
you Master in.

There are no certificates of graduation, no licenses to practice.

I am a professional Psychologist, who spent most of my time engaged in this ghostly hobby...

Which makes me, I suppose, the most irresponsible woman of my age that I know.”












“ I thought, 
"Where is The Mythic Heroine’s Story?" 

In Ishtar Rising, Wilson talks about the myth of Inanna, and how she goes down into Hell and has to give up •everything• of •herself• to gain the Wisdom and Experience she can 
Bring Back to Her Tribe. 

Which is The Story of Alice in Wonderland, actually. And, of  Star Trek : Discovery 

Privileging The Network 
rather than 
The Sovereign Individual.

And so, as I thought about the differences between The Hero’s and The Heroine’s Journey, it gave me a bunch of different modes to work in. 

Finding ways to avoid telling The Boy Hero story again was quite liberating. 

It just gave me a bunch of new ideas, an interesting new way of telling stories that didn’t rely on the framework of The Hero’s Journey that Campbell talks about.”

There is no Death. 

There is only a transition to a different 
Sphere of Consciousness. 

Carol Anne is not like those she's with. 
She is a Living Presence in their Spiritual Earthbound plane. 

They are attracted to the one thing about her that is different from themselves - 
Her Life Force

It is very strong. 
It gives off its own illumination. 

It is A Light that implies 
Life and Memory of Love and Home 
and Earthly Pleasures,
 something they desperately desire 
but can't have anymore. 

Right now, she's the closest thing to that, and that is a terrible distraction from the real light that has finally come for them. 

You understand me?

[Diane shakes her head] 

These souls, who for whatever reason are not at rest, are also not aware that they have passed on. 

They're not part of Consciousness as we know it. 

They linger in a perpetual dream state, a nightmare from which they cannot awake. 

Inside The Spectral Light is Salvation, a window to The Next Plane. 

They must pass through this membrane where friends are waiting to guide them to new destinies. 

Carol Anne must help them cross over, and she will only hear her mother's voice. 

Now... hold on to yourselves.

[brief pause] 

There's one more thing. 

terrible presence is in there with her. 
So much rage, so much betrayal
I've never sensed anything like it. 

I don't know what hovers over This House, but it was strong enough to punch a hole into This World and take Your Daughter away from you. 

It keeps Carol Anne very close to it and away from The Spectral Light. 

It lies to her, it tells her things only a child could understand. 
It has been using her to restrain the others. 

To her, it simply 
is another child. 
To Us
it is The Beast.

[long pause] 

Now — Let's go get Your Daughter.

Saturday 21 May 2022

Xanadu















"The project that I've been working on, which really began with my term paper in the fall of 1960, and has gradually become something far larger, is now intended as that Unifying World -- so it would be a storage mechanism and indexing structure by which anyone can add documents to the ever-growing pool, IN their OWN style of indexing....

This depository needs to be a place that we can all reach electronically through telephone, perhaps through laser-beam and satellite, but through various electronic means, so that through our computer screens, we can bring the material that we want, as fast as we need it.

And this has to be available to everyone, everywhere --

And of course, because it's literary tradition, and because it's the magic place of literary memory, it HAS to be called XANADU."


— Ted Nelson.