Friday, May 18, 2007

Forgiveness & Love

Quote:
11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known


Just watched ghost in the shell again & yep, this passage is littered around in the play. Didn't expect a jap to quote the Corinthians :)

But as always i have my doubts.

To speak in tongues as i know little else: i see this world where people walk around while listening to the weather report & rest of news like it's the oracle. See, the weather report was right. It's raining. It beats Stonehenge.

Then i see that people all live in cocoons, nothing new for that matter. Most stereotypes are acquired from something alike collective unconscious. Do not understand why they call it unconscious. People take note of it all the time. They talk about it when they don't know each other. Friends often have heated debates about it. It is the common ground where strangers meet. It is an instrument, played by musicians. It has grown deep under the skin the thousand years it has flourished from the cities, baptized at the first union of tribes. Rigid in stasis, fluent after catalyzing. It has gained momentum and achieved several new qualitative evolutions along the way. The book, paper and tube increased the heartbeat of society & reinvented the same structure ever again. Churches, Mosques and Schools alike. Dostoevsky's dialog with the inquisitor posed a question to the age old powers, that none of them seemed able to answer. Even so, as always, things mostly stayed the same if you don't mind the fractal distortion. His words were used and abused but the instrument remained familiar. People were trapped behind governmental & similar curtains.

Then some genius thought up the concept of an interactive network. More primitive forms have been around for ages but never did they bridge the divide that defines defines cocoon groups. A new world materialized while brands grew old.

Then to date: Neo, the 21cty superman is asked a question again. It seems
Dostoevsky's ghost is revitalized when a Neo enters a white room, filled with screens & a man. The inquisitor asks his question again. The question is Zion. Neo is given a choice. Neo, the one who finds his death in the embrace of the infectious agent, a plague that frightens both the mechanical and human world.

How will this tale end? I do not know. But what do i see? The liquidation of national power. Lush profits for some accounts, fatalistic ones for others. As usual these are only the yield of seeds planted long before. In the high Art: movies, a clear shift to Barok themes is apparent. High contrasts, vivid demonifications & horrors. Victorian the new fad. A new beeldensturm started couple of years ago when Alex Jones & Papas gave the green light to a white revolution. Love, yes yes, but what is hidden beneath the curtain? Care to look or is it back to mindfulness.

Suppose it is true that forces work on the same scale they are applied to. This is the heart of the new civil wars. Who is loved. Who is forgiven.

Karel

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