This blog was created with the vague, perhaps competing notions of showcasing a portfolio of original creative and philosophical thought on the one hand, and venting the unspeakable on the other. It's not impossible that an intellectual idiom can be hammered out by the white-hot fire of frustrated logic, but dissatisfaction with the discourse of peers, friends and family does not guarantee a more successful expression in angry isolation. Highfalutin obscurantism is an inviting refuge for the disappointed intellect. Striking a balance between the limits of the herd and the excesses of nature's dangerous experiments may be a fool's errand, but how else do society and the individual proceed forward together?
I safely and lazily retreated from either honing my craft or sharpening my knives. It seemed sufficient to simply mark the passing absurdities of our day, as if they could speak for themselves, but the pace of unbelievable things has accelerated beyond my means to document. The things that are shocking, ridiculous, unprecedented, ingenious and idiotic have become too numerous to even point to, much less comprehensively comment upon, even less still to interpret into any sort of artistic form.
We are living in a self-generating satire, a comic construction so sublime as to offer proof of the Divine Comedian. Parallel realities compete for dominance, gods and priests old and new battle for people's souls, and history is upended. Opinions are cheap, truth is costly, evidence is abundant and arguments are counterfeit. It is a comedy of errors, if only to observing disembodied eternal spirits. It's frequently a hellish slog for those of us who must navigate it on the ground.
It's my preference and inclination to locate these incompatibilities of meaning in the airy arena of our thoughts, values, and culture. This has been my cultural and academic education. The magic dirt of Canada makes us all Canadian. My Greco-Roman, Judeo-Christian, Celtic and Anglo-Saxon heritage makes me see the world in a certain way, but I could see it differently, if not for the last several thousand years, and I would still be the same person. Given enough time and the right presentation, any true idea can be communicated to anyone, once the language barrier of culture is overcome. Right?
The idea works well enough on its own, but it does not permit expansion. Where did the culture come from? The people. Where did the people come from? The environment. These values permitted these people to persist in this place. Such adaptation is not arbitrary, but it may be more or less suitable to a different environment.
But what actually is an idea? Where does it come from? Does it bubble up from the neurons, or float down from the ideal world?
If the brain produces consciousness, and the brain is a product of evolution, and every other product of evolution expresses variance based on environment, it would be reasonable to expect different capacities to conceive, communicate and comprehend ideas among groups that have developed with different social and environmental pressures. As an opposable thumb permits one to grasp an object, there are many heavy, slippery, misshapen ideas that one must exercise extra mental appendages in order to pick up. Why should that capacity be universal? The human form is highly variable in every other way.
If psyche and soul are indeed one, and all our thoughts emanate from a voice that ultimately resides in a higher realm, our truth must be found there too. Assuming greater control of destiny attendant to a greater perception, our souls might be expected to shop for vehicles with the features necessary to satisfy our way of driving. Speed, handling, gas mileage, all must be considered by the discerning driver. A soul with any self-knowledge would pick the brain best-suited to its personality. Even accounting for the possibility that we all have the same origin and destination, we are nonetheless taking different routes at our own pace. Even the most cosmic perspective problematises universalism.
These are the further questions of culture. Are perception and action profoundly informed by cultural differences? Certainly. Does that culture exist in a special space containing nothing but culture? No. Acceptance of either a biological foundation or spiritual roof to the house of culture forces the consideration that cultural perspective cannot be the fundamental source of difference. Perspective comes from where you stand, and how tall, and how good your eyes are, not only where you turn your head. You can try to walk a mile in someone's shoes, but you can't wear their feet. If culture does not exist in a vacuum, it must be tied to things more or less tangible.
Whether biological animals invented culture to connect as a group, or God invented culture to separate into individuals, we have arrived at an impasse. There is a traffic-jam of meaning, and road rage is getting scary.
This is very uncomfortable business. The residues of old religions and the seeds of new ones overlap with science and politics in ways barely perceptible. Knowledge of history and understanding of philosophy are inadequate to the volume of our rhetoric. Passionate displays of moralising mask ignorance and apathy. Some are emboldened, others terrified. It is the best of times and the worst of times for truth.
It's a time for new stories, new ideas, new voices, new media. The format will continually evolve, but this endeavour cannot continue as a quixotic catalogue. My need to practice word-using must be brought to the task of considering the challenges of this crazy age, and to engage with them in a mode more real than bemused observation, sarcastic astonishment, or detached horror.
