From the previous
post, if Sandrea (Perrine) is the subjective, feminine side of things, Rand
(Ayn) is the objective, rational side. I just happened to notice that,
SANDREA – RAND = SEA
Take away Rand’s
logical thoughts from a lithe ideal of the outdoor female figure, and you’re
left with pure rhythm (Perrine, as I may have mentioned, was studying computing
last I heard, and her mother was a scientist – see Ada Lovelace).
One could
imagine a sea-faring race such as the ancient Atlanteans, masters of metal and
with halls of science, but the one thing one can’t imagine is Atlanteans
without the sea. Atlanteans are imagined as hardened, heroic figures with ideal
human symmetries, romantic and fertile.
© BWS
The fertility of
symmetry – the romantic, erotic element – is something a science of
information can never allow itself to dream of. Spokespeople like Richard
Dawkins have an immaterial belief in words within their logical fairy-tale.
Their logic is
so consistent that, to them, the symmetries of a physical world are aspects of The
God Delusion (I just read that Dawkins is selling this and others to Arab
nations via free pdf downloads!)
The God
Delusion is the idea
that things are fertile and erotic and feminine, and not at all composed of
information. You suspect Dawkins is aware that rhythm exists but sees it as a
physical aspect of reality, as opposed to the immaterial information that
supplies logic. It would never occur to him that, without a purely rhythmic
symmetry, the interlacing twists and turns of the body could never exist.
In short, when
the ego is so convinced of its own logical thought-processes, the entire
physical world ceases to exist in their minds (if not bodies). This could be why he calls it The
God Delusion.
Romantic
physicality is an idyll and has a simple, primitive strength, the taste of
rough living. For example, the Dixie that comes to mind is one of ploughing
barges on the Mississippi, the rough living of blacks on plantations and
old-time courtesies.
Physically-speaking,
it’s countrified idyll. Politically speaking there are inequalities, but there
is a primitive strength that is really of the body and song, much like the
cowboys.
Now we have not
just the Dixie Chicks but also Dolly Parton talking out “Dixie” from their association.
The confusion is that Dixie is a political insinuation, when it’s equally a
physical state of being in the body as opposed to the head.
The South is
associated with an almost morbid sense of fertility, a culture almost
reminiscent of an African jungle. To “them” all that is negative for the sole
reason that it’s primitive physicality, as opposed to the immaterial world of
silicon valley.
The logical
fairyland is itself an illusion that convinces the ego that the fertile rhythms
of nature and of the human body are not atall what constitute reality, which is
information.
The morbid
fertility of the South is a product of decay and rebirth, which is again
something they cannot allow to prosper. To a sterile order there is only
endless rubbish removal to maintain the sterility. There is no revival from
decadence. “They” inform us that God is for kids and that the human race has
grown up. To which the reply is,
“Do you want
to live forever?”
(Valeria, Conan). Destiny and lifecycle (physical reality.)
The very process
tends to make places similar and lacking in distinguishing atmosphere, smell,
longeur. The reason is that “they” are building an immaterial reality which
happens to use materials (materialism).
A physical
reality has the strength of primitive symmetry from which flows fertility and
erotic connotations. Primal rhythms cannot be denied, and in the case of
materialism take the guise of the profane serpent – see prev on cultured meat,
GM etc. The sausage-factory of a non-cyclical order.
The God Delusion is
acolyte-speak for the sorcery of the head – mirror, illusion – which cannot
deny the physical, which sterilizes culture with the Black Sun of calculation.
The fertile symmetries of rustic living are the counter to this sorcery
of words and number represented by those South African twins, Dawkins and his
chum Musk. Whether black, cowboy or Indian, all have such things in common in
regaining a physical foothold on land, from sea to shining sea, with air to
spare.