Pagan and Christian Creeds: Their Origin and Meaning

Pagan and Christian Creeds: Their Origin and MeaningPagan and Christian Creeds: Their Origin and Meaning by Edward Carpenter
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

At first glance, Carpenter seems to be heavily de-valuing Christianity as he examines how Christian rituals have precedence within pagan rituals. But in reading this book you learn this is not what he is trying to do.

He is actually seeking to find the root of religion. Carpenter grounds religious understanding in the development of human consciousness… so in that sense, pagan or Christian makes no difference — we are attempting to find our place in the world. How we do so through religion, is by grounding validation of our social reality through various external markers. In other words, we use sacrifice and ritual to maintain a consistency with the outside world.

The actual thesis comes fairly late in the book. About half way through, he notes that this humanity seeking place develops in turn from the increased consciousness that comes with the loss of drive…with knowledge. The 2nd stage is self awareness, when knowledge of the world is mobilized as functionality of the world oriented to the self. The last stage is a return to unity of humankind within the ground of Self.

Where Christianity steps in, is within the increased development of self-consciousness… for instance, Carpenter notes that with the rise of self-consciousness came self-will. This will according to self came as a threat to the coherency of the group. Christianity solves this by requiring that newcomers be born into the group, or I should say, born again. This doesn’t stop the selfishness though:

with the rise of Protestantism and Puritanism, this tendency reached such an extreme that, as some one has said, each man was absorbed in polishing up his own little soul in a corner to himself, in entire disregard to the damnation which might come to his neighbor. Religion, and Morality too, under the commercial regeime became as was natural, perfectly selfish. It was always: “Am I saved? Am I doing the right thing? Am I winning the flavor of God and man? Will my claims to salvation be allowed? Did I make a good bargain in allowing Jesus to be crucified for me?” The poison of a diseased self-consciousness entered into the whole human system.

Carpenter isn’t quite done yet with Christianity. He also writes that “Sin is actually (and that is its only real meaning) the separation from others, and the non-acknowledgement of unity.” After all, any sin is really the run-away of human will, for the exclusion of all else, an imbalance within human consciousness.

Carpenter’s final point, the rise of the ground of Self marks for him a return to past truths, half sensed within human consciousness but not fully articulated. This ground of Self is really a return to philosophy, something Carpetner shys away from, but being from the earlier part of the 20th century, this was how existence was conceptualized, along a kind of immanent ground, be it consciousness or Self.

And that is my only compliant. His argument is from a structuralist framework, and it works well when dealing with other religions. Where it becomes sketchy is in that he slides from speaking of consciousness to speaking about Self… as if the two are the same. They aren’t. Nonetheless he ends on a positive note. He quotes one Dr Frazer from “The Golden Bough”

The laws of Nature are merely hypotheses devised to explain that ever-shifting phantasmagoria of thought which we dignify with the high-sounding names of the World and the Universe. In the last analysis magic, religion and science are nothing but theories (of thought); and as Science has supplanted its predecessors so it may hereafter itself be superseded by some more perfect hypothesis, perhaps by some perfectly different way of looking at phenomena–of registering the shadows on the screen–of which we in this generation can form no idea.”

Carpenter does hope that we can find out of self-conscious obsessed world, wherein we think only of ourselves, to find unity. What he doesn’t mention is that science too, is a knowledge based oriented along the self, for humankind and so on…. at least in the 20th century it was viewed as such. More understanding of how we are interconnected with nature has been revealing a different picture, one in which we cannot take a self interested view only, for to only be interested in things for us, is to lose the rest of the world… and no one can live without that.

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Sisters of Salome

Sisters of SalomeSisters of Salome by Toni Bentley
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

In this well written book, Toni Bentley traces how 5 women (among others) explore the image of Salome to express their freedom.

These women existed in the early part of the 20th century, when the industrial revolution had gotten off the ground, and our material reality was suddenly released from its constraints. We were now able to re-create our identity anyway we sought… and these women did so through the story of Salome… a story about a will-full jewish princess who uses her sexuality to decapitate a religious saint.

This tale not only encapsulates the mystery of the femme fatal, but it also becomes an expression of female freedom, in a public sphere dominated traditionally only by men… Through embracing this image, many women found freedom, not just personal artistic expression, but also to some extent, financial freedom… although the story varies from individual to individual.

Bentley only seeks to explore this topic through the lense of biography and personal history. It’s somewhat out of her scope to examine how economical and political liberalism at full swing sought to defamiliarize social labels. How this happens is perhaps unimportant but Bentley does note that it’s no joke that by skirting the boundaries of social acceptability (dancing in various states of undress) many of these women faced real retribution from the political powers that be, as scapegoats. In each case, though these women were able to successfuly co-opt that image of Salome, to make it their own and use that social prohibition to their personal advantage… their ability to do so relied very heavily on society’s (at that time) ability to create a class of luxury, separated from the means of production by a market place… in a sense, a group of people who could participate in the group fantasy of entertainment, with the means and material access at their collective hands to create elaborate sets to express any such radical ideas.

It’s also no mistake that each of these women entered the field of opera and dance without formal training… ambitious women who were willing to cross boundaries to do so, to take center stage, but not relying on the traditional routes for stardom (for those are controlled by conservative hands).

Delightful book to read… although I would have liked some conclusion perhaps… though ending with Colette, the brightest story of them all, was a good move on Bentley’s part… perhaps saying all she wanted to say with that ending.

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The Philosopher in the Kitchen

The Philosopher in the Kitchen (Cookery Library)The Philosopher in the Kitchen by Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin
My rating: 2 of 5 stars

At first glance this book seems like it would be hard to review. What you have is an intellectual’s pontification of food. Being from the time period of middle capitalism, when industry was in full swing, but of the upper classes, most of the knowledge he brings to us is conjecture… that is, his biology, anatomy and chemical analysis only go so far as to talk of macro-structures. Much else is opinion, metaphysics pulled onto observations connected at the macro-level. So in that sense, hardly interesting to us today, given our wider acquaintance of the sciences. But then again, his thoughts serve as a mirror to the values of his day… that is to say, reality only echoed back to him (and us, the reader) his “apparent truth” that he read in the things he wrote. What we get then, is less an encyclopedia of food related relations — but rather we get a slice of the French world view from the position of a gourmand.

There are in this work, the tell tale signs of modernism, of the epic tale. He waxes on food, praises it, sings highly to the gods. In each tale he tells, of class relations, of political opponents, of military men, of husband and wife… their relations take on the “flavor” of how they relate to food. In this sense, Brillat-Savarin says more than he means to say, even as he tries to maximally complete this high tale of digestion and gastronomy… touch every aspect of life… he ends instead of telling us what is important in this lifeworld.

For most of human existence, we have hungered. Our economic and social arrangements all center around our bellies (first and foremost, although of course there are other things that influence these hierarchies). So for the first time, in the middle of the industrial revolution you get the bounty of the Earth, delivered at your door. For the first time, with foodstuffs from Asia, the New World, Africa, the middle East and even in Europe, you get whole mobs of well to do professionals, often with disposable incomes, hungering for sweets and delicacies. This sounds scrumptious until you realize that much of the political instability today is due to vast social and ecology abuse from this time period. Latin America for example, still bears the scars of heavy cane sugar farming. Much of the land in Cuba is left unproductive. This also includes the human misery caused by slavery in service of European tastebuds. As a result of this need for profit and this need for luxury, within this book we get evidence of a bourgeois class not only able to sake their thirst but also create new meals, unheard of delights! Much of capitalism isn’t just greed — its also competition in the social hierarchy of who throws the best meals, who has the best parties, who can afford the most rarest of desserts.

This kind of excess still goes on today, of course, as endangered species are eaten by the wealthy, who can afford profiteers who are willing to break the law for a tidy sum… but back then, regulation was much laxer. So in this book, you get a paralleled description of the excess. On nearly every page, Brillat-Savarin describes the bounty of courses, the mouthwatering meals, the smells, and the skilled preparation of food. Food! FOOD. In the course of waxing about how great food is, he talks about how it relates to nearly everything about the French bourgeois, from dating, to attitudes about what to eat, who is a pig, who is laughable… bad manners in foreigners (mostly British but some American and German, whose nations incidentally are also France’s major economic competitors at this time period)… in essence, Brillat-Savarin classifies people by their attitudes towards food.

In this book, food is the nexus that determines social standing. While Brillat-Savarin seeks to talk about food, about the meaning of it, he ends up telling us instead (although in an excessively ego-centric way) about the people who seek to eat it. Who deserves it? How can you be saved by it? His most hilarious stories are always at the expense of people who lack the class and finesse either to appreciate the meal, or understanding its richness.

In this sense, this book is quite a tale. But you kind of have to read between the lines (a little) to recognize this. In another sense, this book was a boring as hell… probably because I don’t care about his society, his world or his antiquated thoughts! If anything, Brillat-Savarin was most likely a fascinating, friendly and energetic man of his time. But he reads to me as being boorish, childish in his temperament towards others… and not at all understanding of the deeper sensibilities that contextualize his social reality. But we shouldn’t fault this of him… after all, each of us does reflect our origins, or at least where we are right now, in how we think of things, how we write of them and how we choose to identify what aspects of what particular has what meaning to us. This doesn’t mean though, that I should like him.

He does of course, reflect his time period. And in his time, the Earth was limitless abundance, and all the pleasures of capitalism could be lead straight to one’s stomach. People were first learning that greed in the marketplace meant stuffing yourself silly (as it was your right to spend your money as you liked)… all the while impressing your neighbors while you were at it. Obviously today, our world has grown too small to support our appetites…so it disgusts me to read about how people often over ate just to impress others with the ruggedness of their lifeforce… And in that sense, perhaps I envy his innocence, even just a little.

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Postmodern Cities and Spaces

Postmodern Cities and SpacesPostmodern Cities and Spaces by Sophie Watson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

At the onset, this collection of essays takes the point of postmodernism for granted, in order to avoid evaluation of the term and jump right into the meat of the matter.

Considering that people often have a difficult time discerning what postmodernism is, it comes as both no surprise that these essays approach the matter from multiple points of view, in as much as it comes as a delightful surprise.

The tactful conclusion this collection reaches is that postmodernism destroys boundaries in as much as it secures them. Sound like a contradiction? The “classical” modernist view, that things are objectively what they are no matter how you look at them, remains a ghost in postmodern studies such that we always refer to what is different in postmodernism… to find the orderless and impose order. Nonetheless, a grand narrative of sorts exist as social boundaries align along a multitude of dimensions, overcoding and re-writing each other.

In the new conceptualization of identity politics the old binary oppositions of class and gender and race are disrupted and dispersed, and new formations and alliances come together in different forms to erupt in new places and new forms. Instead of assuming single subject positions and identities which shift and change all the time.

Ultimately postmodern cities exist because people are postmodern, existing differently depending on who is looking, or what criteria is using used. Of course, this leads us directly into Badiou’s anti-philosophy or Baudrillard’s “lost referential” created by the disclosure of simulacra. In postmodern discourse, we attempt to find the metaphysics of presence, that elusive center that grounds a discourse in reality, so we can safely say, this is official: this is what something means… from this truth we can start to build an objective truth.

Of course, this central position is impossible… metaphysics of presence disappears when we examine one area, as it seems to be slightly off elsewhere… so we chase that bird and end up running in circles. Only in postmodern discourse, going in one direction doesn’t mean you can return to where you came from if you simply reverse vector, as objects of knowledge can only exist through the structured filter of the place you are currently at… other places will be structured differently; under different constraints.

I rather enjoyed the analysis of different cities, different spaces and different gazes… each of which was grounded by the authors historically, only to be partially dissolved when present day is reached. In each “microhistory” we see the effects of politics, economics and culture (among other things, like race, sex, religion and so on) overcoding various areas to question other discourses. The flux of determinable meaning becomes embedded in the everyday reality of a postmodern gaze/space/city. While the overall classical hierarchy appears to vaguely exist (rich people live here, poor people live here, industry is here or there) the overlapping sectors seem to be what determine postmodernism… the fluidity of capital (or the lack of it) within a city seems to be one of the key ways in which a city comes to unknow itself, as it constantly struggles to synthesize standard relations between its different parts. In particular, the essay on Bombay, the essays on heteropologies, discourse, the essay on walls, and the essay on flaneur and gazes seemed to tie the topics coherently for me. This isn’t to say the other essays aren’t interesting either.

All in all, this is an interesting if fragmentary look on postmodern cities. A good place to start. Of course there are plenty of other books on the subject. But if you pick a different author, from a different school, with a different view of social reality, then you will be bound to come to another specific conclusion… and it is this motley of conclusions which is rightly bundled as postmodern.

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How to be Alone

How to Be AloneHow to Be Alone by Jonathan Franzen
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

Looking at the other views on here, I’m not quite alone in my feelings about Mr Franzen.

He’s obvious an intelligent author. I enjoyed much of his structure, as he starts with a conceit, an image, a displacement, an opening — wraps around it through history, thoughts, observations that twist back on themselves and then returns to that conceit with a gusto that shakes the room… armed with the negation of the displacement he starts with, he ends up closing that displacement with itself, completing essay.

THAT much, this structure, is good.

Good writing. But some of his values, some of his unwillingness to change… his young-old fashionedness… all of this bespeaks of alienation. The writer who wants to be alone. The literary minded intellectual who can’t fathom what people are doing these days. That much, is a bit off putting. For someone who thinks original thoughts, how can he also live so unoriginally?

The only thought I could come up with is that he simply lives his life out of habit. All of his ingenuity, creativity… it’s reserved for the page. It’s reserved for his writing.

I honestly have not read any of his stories. This is my introduction to him. While his research and internal thoughts are interesting, thoughts internal to the essays — and well worth considering — his final closing and opening thoughts aren’t interesting. The puzzles he poses are of interest, because we share a common world, but that’s all. His alienation matches my alienation.

To put it another way, I’d have a beer with him, drink a few drinks and share a chuckle. But that’s all. He’d get invited to the big party where I invite everyone. But I wouldn’t have him over for an intimate dinner party… except as a foil.

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X-Men: X-Tinction Agenda

X-Men: X-Tinction AgendaX-Men: X-Tinction Agenda by Chris Claremont
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Of all the comics that really got me into comics besides Batman, was X-men. The city library had a few comics, for some reason, that were ripped, in bins that you could check out. They didn’t have all of them, but they did have parts of this Saga. With the rich backstory, told in brief, and Jim Lee’s fabulous penciling, many of the panes in these pages burned into my memory as the epitome of action, drama and visual storytelling.

I’m happy to re-read this set of comics, from beginning to end.

The story is compelling. This time, a sovereign nation built on the backs of mind-controlled mutants seeks to protect its “property” this time enveloping members of the X-men. Controlled by the mastermind evil Cameron Hodge, who hates with his last breath, who made a deal with a demon that he could never die, and then at the center of a super-cybernetic suit, the X-men seem to have met their match.

Of course, as a comic series, the story must go on! And the last issue was unsatisfying to me, wrapping things up neatly. The bad guys of course, are so bad, they cannot cohere their values to work together. The good guys, of course, despite differences are able to work together and achieve unity. That’s the main difference between them. In fact, these good guys are so good, they seek unity in all sentient beings, including mutants and humans… eventually turning members of the bad guys over to their side.

Considering the political implications of “what is human” and this nation’s human rights violations, the story wraps up too quickly once the action sequence is done. The President in chains, and bad guys turned good all getting their just reward (the other main bad guy loses his life in stopping the real main bad guy)… the ending really soured for me what I recall being a rich tapestry of character and political questioning.

Despite twisting the characters for good at the end, all in all though, quite good, as most of the time, re-reading old comic sagas never turn out well. I enjoyed much of the early artistry and story telling best of all. The ending’s main failing was that it turned generic at the end, as very apparently the story “blew its load” and then quickly turned around to fall asleep.

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Less Than Nothing: Hegel and the Shadow of Dialectical Materialism

Less Than Nothing: Hegel and the Shadow of Dialectical MaterialismLess Than Nothing: Hegel and the Shadow of Dialectical Materialism by Slavoj Žižek
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

What is “less than nothing” is what is lost in order to maintain the relationship between subject and object. This nothing sustains the dialectic, but it’s also the ground that is synthesized in Hegel’s dialectical project. But really, this nothing is also the “form” by which phenomenon is understood. That is to say, coming from Kant, understanding or the law of desire is the pure nothingness that imposes the order we see in the chaotic world.

It’s actually pretty simple. The universal, the a priori, is the emptiness that is lost in understanding the Real. This is because we can’t apprehend understanding directly; we can only see it through the empirical world. The closest we get to understanding itself, so to speak, is the petit object a, the pure signifier that is its own lack necessarily: without this particle of necessary being we wouldn’t be able to see being in the world at all. As Zizek says, for Heidigger, we wouldn’t have Sein without Das Sein.

Zizek goes to great lengths to demonstrate the post-structural condition: that how we read comes before what we read. Borrowing from Karen Barad, we can separate how we read from what we read, because we can use how we read to discover what we read — or we can use what we read to discover how we read – but we cannot discover their entanglement, that is the border between the two. To paraphrase him, in order to find out how the two go together, we need to realign the objects so that we, the viewing apparatus and the object in question, are tested against a third thing…which is impossible. There is no third point of view, in the theory of relativity. Results always come from the position of the viewing apparatus, as it cannot be outside itself. Philosophically, there’s no third view either. We may try to step out of this understanding, out of the metaphysician’s realm, but all attempts to determine the root of discourse find themselves mired in the failure to fully explain the framing of that discourse. To put it another way, Zizek notes that antiphilosophy is at the heart of philosophy. With each failure to explain antiphilosophy, we get more philosophy. With this line of reasoning, Zizek, as usual, goes through a huge nest of thinkers to demonstrate how their different philosophies circumambulate various centers of discourse:

The basic motif of antiphilosophy is the assertion of a pure presence (the Real Life of society for Marx, Existence for Kierkegaard, Will for Schopenhauer and Nietzsche, etc.) irreducible to and excessive with regard to the network of philosophical concepts or representations. [. . .] The great theme of post-Hegelian antiphilosophy is the excess of the pre-conceptual productivity of Presence over its representation: representation is reduced to the “mirror of representation,” which reflects in a distorted way its productive ground (841).

Of course, Zizek wants to say that Hegel was the first to reach this irreducible ground, as the synthesis of consciousness – and he traces this through a variety of manners that is both entertaining and enlightening. But Barad’s point remains; whatever language Zizek adopts, we see the mysterious Presence continually being shuffled from point to point, which reduces all discourse to a manner of tautology:

The mistake resides in the fact that the limit pertaining to the form itself (to the categories used) is misperceived as a contingent empirical limitation. In the case of cognitivism: it is not that we already have the categorical apparatus necessary to explain consciousness (neuronal process, etc), and our failure to have yet done so pertains only to the empirical limitation of our knowing the relevant facts about the brain; the true limitation lies in the very form of our knowledge, in the very categorical apparatus we are using. In other words, the gap between the form of knowledge and its empirical limitation is inscribed in this form itself (284).

So while we understand the mysterious Real though our a priori categories, these categories give us an incomplete view. In order to mirror ourselves with the exterior, to be “appropriate” to reality, we create a standing social order, a consistency within discourses (or many discourses themselves) each of which approach the mystery of the world from another angle. These discourses are always defractions, which are in themselves incomplete, hinging on one another but only shuffling pure Presence about. Spoken through Fichte: this absence can be expressed as antoss, or as Lacan liked to say about the Self: “I think where I am not.” This can be unpacked to mean that the self is simply what mediates itself. In this way, Hegel remains for Zizek the genius that first notices how what we read is how we read:

In this sense, it is meaningless to call Hegel’s philosophy “absolute idealism”: his point is precisely that there is no need for a Third element, the medium or Ground beyond subject and object-substance. We start with objectivity, and the subject is nothing but the self-meditation of objectivity (144, original italics).

Unpacking this thought, lets realize that not only is the self “less than nothing” but “less than nothing” is also the pure Presence mediating the discourse itself. We get the symbolic reality through the loss of pure Presence. Its lack allows us to read through it to get discursive reality as a full blown immersive social environment of culture.

I rather enjoyed this lengthy and inspired book. To be brief, Zizek does philosophy to hide the fact that philosophy no longer works, that in Heidegger’s language, philosophy has been suspended while capitalism contemplates itself. In this sense, capitalism tries to say what reason cannot (in this sense, capitalism occupies the same position as Art for Kant, that of a second nature). No wonder then that Zizek says philosophy stopped with Hegel, that the many guises of Hegel are in fact not-Hegel or a stunted Hegel so that we can continue on with postmodernism, with the avant garde, because we haven’t learned Hegel yet… so we hide him away while we continue on in endless jouissance. So to cut to the chase:

In every discourse, in every sense-making, we either sacrifice completeness or we sacrifice contingency. Master discourses (like that of Gods) generally sacrifice contingency to create completeness, to wrap us in universals, to guarantee the universe be stable for us to live in. But in all of these cases (and you can go on ad infinitum), you will end up asking, why is there necessity? As in is there a “necessity particle” that makes existence be (as existence itself is without cause)? Why are things even necessary? Is there pure being somewhere? Zizek’s answer is to locate the split of symbolic reality (necessity) and the Real together within the subject, that only through a split subject do we get contingency as the only necessity. Our ability to understand is then only supplemented through both Reason and an encounter with the Real that stands in to verify the completeness of discursive truth. For Zizek the subject’s being split is another way of saying that necessary to subjectivity is the provision of what needs to be included within its view, of what cannot be compromised. Zizek provides the example where some Christians replied to Darwinism by insisting that the world was 4,000 years old, that fossils were placed in the Earth to test faith. Zizek doesn’t believe this to be true but he cites this example to show that the “grain of truth” in the Christian example is their

impossible-Real objectal counter-part which never positively existed in reality – it emerges through its loss, it is directly created as a fossil. [T]he exclusion of this object is consistitutive of the appearance of reality: since reality (not the Real) is correlative to the subject, it can only constitute itself through the withdrawal from it of the object which “is” the subject [. . .] What breaks up the self-closure of transcendental correlation is thus not the transcendent reality that eludes the subject’s grasp, but the inaccessibility of the object that “is” the subject itself. This is the true “fossil,” the bone that is the spirit, to paraphrase Hegel, and this object is not simply the full objective reality of the subject [. . .] but the non-corporeal, fantasmatic lamella. (645).

This is another way of encountering the symbolic Real, the meaningless floating signifier that would guarantee completeness, that is the subject in its actualization. Be this ontology, money, or joy, fear, anxiety, love, mana or luck, such signifiers often allow discourse to hinge on these terms in order for that discourse to continue to be relevant, a kind of antiphilosophy in the heart of philosophy or antilaw at the heart of law. Zizek writes

Every signifying field thus has to be “sutured” by a supplementary zero-signifier, a “zero symbolic value, that is, a sign marking the necessity of a supplementary symbolic content over and above that which the signified already contains.” This signifier is “a symbol in its pure state”: lacking any determinate meaning, it stands for the presence of meaning and such in contrast to its absence, in a further dialectical twist, the mode of appearance of this supplementary signifier which stands for meaning as such is non-sense [. . .]. Notions like mana thus “represent nothing more or less that floating signifier which is the disability of all finite thought. (585, original italics).

So is there any way to get out? The only meaningful answer is no, as to escape pure Presence is to fall into non-sense, or at least a difference sense that is non-sense from where we current are. Even attempt to transgress the limits of the law end up invoking the law in its transgressed form, simply because those forms are how we understand. This is how the Real becomes mirrored within the symbolic as the pure form of the symbolic. The symbolic Real, which is what Zizek would call meaningless encodings necessary to moor our consistency (our discourse, so to speak), operates through the contingencies qua Real, a maneuver of the subject to mediate itself and actualize.

At this point, to recognize a new thing, like a new world order, or a solution from our capitalist dilemma, means coming to new coordinates, a new phenomenon, a new axis. Zizek locates this between drive and reason, to have the two come together. You can read this like the unification of money with language, but he leaves it open, because after all, these are metaphysical terms. Directly speaking, such terms are always beyond our understanding, lacking substance, even as they are always within the area delineated by our pure understanding, but completely impotent to interrupt our world and realign it. All we need is the right content to come along, the right void to allow us to rename it, and recognize it as the new event, in the language of Nietzsche, “the eternal return.” With that, we could have a new epoch, a new pure Presence emerging from nothingness itself, and that new Presence would be a new world order, a new symbolic Real to realign our world, to remake our world. Compared to anything in or current state it would be more than anything, a new nothing from which there would never be any possibility of return as we would irreparably be someone else.

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Thinking in Systems: A Primer

Thinking in Systems: A PrimerThinking in Systems: A Primer by Donella H. Meadows
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

One of the most fundamental ideas we have about the world is the role of causality. In the most basic sense, this takes the form of IF…THEN. Although there are variations of that, in philosophy this is called the Principle of Sufficient Reason, only takes the crudest linear binary approach of yes and no. Given the fuzziness of real life, we can start to understand the world as a series of feedback loops. The way something changes changes not just what it is, but ultimately changes itself in ways that are not always linear.

This small book approaches re-thinking these kinds of relationships. Although Meadow speaks often of simple models to illustrate the principles of a systems approach, Meadow is quick to emphasize how a systems approach necessarily destroys traditional limits of what we conceive of as being the rational boundaries of a given set of relationships. That is to say, to understand one area of life, we can’t stick to academic boundaries, defined around a set of parameters. Real life doesn’t operate through a series of vacuums. Our understandings are often presented to us, taught to us with built in limitations, so that we can grasp principle relationships in isolation… but a deeper understand always necessitates retooling where our understanding stops, how far we are willing to trace our assumptions.

A huge takeaway from this book is that how we conceive of something, what we think our goals are, necessarily limits and changes how we are able to interact in the world. For instance, if we find ourselves following rules in letter, not in spirit, then our assumed goals (meant to be streamlined by rules) aren’t really our goals. In the same vein, considering how we model reality influences how we make decisions, our attempts to reduce reality into a set of knowable standards often leads us to only think in terms of what we can talk about, instead of being open to redefining what we can talk about in order to make our models reflect how the world really operates. As already mentioned, often the world works in feedback loops, not in terms of strict causation… after all, what happens to the consequent (the THEN part) after the antecedent (the IF part)? Things have changed imperceptibly… the THEN part doesn’t really just disappear or fall off the edge of reality… and our models need to account for it. Likewise, classical economics tends to think only in terms of objective (read quantifiable) utility… ignoring real values like happiness and trust. Meadows shows us again and again, that many of the big world problems stem from our inability to really consider what our goals should be, our unwillingness to be open to complexity we are uncomfortable with (such as intangibles like trust, even though since intangibles do influence how people behave) and how we think the world really works…

One of the great pleasures of reading this book is seeing the far range of application a systems approach can take us. As a note, Joseph Stiglitz’s recent economic proposal takes a systems approach to re-thinking how we measure GDP and assess our economic and lifeworld goals, which is a start, even though in some sense, we don’t yet have the means to assess what we find to be primary goals, for example, how can we assess happiness?

I will definitely read more books about systems and system approaches.

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Belief or Nonbelief?

Belief or Nonbelief?Belief or Nonbelief? by Umberto Eco
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

This short book follows the formula of a dialogue between the now secular (once Catholic) Umberto Eco and the Catholic Cardinal Carlo Martini. It it, they ask and answer each other questions dealing with believers and non-believers. The two gentlemen are gentlemen, ever clear, honest and respectful in how they speak to one another and express their views.

One of the greatest flaws people often have in dialogue with others of differing values is that they don’t have a framework in which to approach another in a way that is both respectful and satisfies curiosity. What these two have done is find a way to do so, exactly that… but not in a way that asks mundane questions, but to dive deeply into the differences between them such as, “what framework do non-believers have to justify ethics?” and “what is the role of women in Catholicism?”

In their honesty they are able to reach into the deepest recesses of what makes us all human, to find common ground that despite the (non)religiosity of many of us, we do have things to talk about: to learn from each other and come to understanding that we are among one another.

Difference doesn’t need to be destroyed. In fact, it should be cherished, as each of us explore our lives in our own way, and come hopefully, through honesty and bravery, to better understandings about who we are and how we should be.

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Satan Burger

Satan BurgerSatan Burger by Carlton Mellick III
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I am a fan of Carlton Mellick III. In some ways, this wasn’t the most ambitious of Mellick’s novels that I have read but in some ways, it became the most meaningful, and most dramatic.

This book started off what seemed excruciatingly slow, as it had many scattered components, Mellick was able to bring to together in a period of about 20 pages near the end…to speed through to the final conclusion, in which we see that even in nihilism, we have humanity.

Satan Burger tells the story of a few chosen punks, misfits in the skeletal remains of a capitalism gone awry, a capitalism that is comatose; when people are no longer people: when lifestyle choices override understanding, community, humanity and idealism. In the midst of this existential crisis was had become only one sustained boredom, it seems that we don’t care anymore, about who we are, what we are doing and what we love. And yet, we find out that when the last moments of the apocalypse are upon us, when we have the freedom to really just do whatever we want (because the symbolic order has deteriorated to never be resurrected), we discover that we do in fact care, we do love, and we do want a better future.

The seemingly cowardly narrator, Leaf, who floats around in the human refuse of post-capitalism, post-meaning, post-struggle, comes on his own, realizing that we do have a choice, that God, through not caring about humanity, has a given him a choice. Save himself, save humanity or risk eternal zombification to save his friend.

In a way, Mellick is writing about the tail end of Gen-X, which fell from the dreams of a capitalist utopia of endless party, success and validation, to find a banal lifeworld devoid of joy… in which, in Zizek’s words, “Enjoy!” was the superego command of the day. What was left after Enjoy! is where this novel starts, in a nihilistic world: post-jaded, post-ambition and post-beauty, where even being offended took too much effort. We gave ourselves up, to get the dream, and in the end, found only endless repetition of the same boring mosh. But I guess once you’ve seen the party (and as a result, the endless parties that follow ad infinitum), there’s nowhere left to go but down…. and once you’ve done that, strangely enough, as Mellick shows us, there’s nowhere to go but up.

To quote Richard Farina’s post-hippie work, where dreams die to leave their ghosts to haunt us again: “Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me”

And though the first sections of the book seem overwrought with strange tendrils that lead nowhere, Mellick shows us best in the last pages, that there is something to the end, even when words abandon us. Well worth the read.

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