LYRICS

The applications are to blameAll the people do all dayIs stare into a phone (Placebo, Too Many people)

“Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!” (Chief Seattle)

When rock stars were myths (Sandi Thom, I Wish I Was A Punk Rocker)

Machines were mice and men were lions once upon a time, Now that it's the opposite it's twice upon a time (Moondog)

Time is an illusion (Einstein)

Thursday, 27 August 2020

Hyborian Bridge 135


All illusions are convincing, and a mirror image is bound to look real as it’s a reflection in immaterial (resolved) space.

The idea that something can both convince the mind and be at the same time a wil-o-the-whisp is the basic premise of The Mirrors of Tuzun Thune. Through long hours of studying Tuzun Thune’s sorcerous illusions, Kull is finally unable to distinguish in his mazed consciousness which is the real Kull.

Is everything a case of belief, as the wizard would have him think? Mirrors are the most basic forms of technology (optical illusion) and, in a world composed of mirrors, that might well be so.

This would be resolved space – straight-line perspective amenable to the ego that believes in itself. It is the fact that things exist outside the ego that the wizardry can be defeated.

‘Kull!’ cries Brule, shattering the spell. People have shared bonds, not just with eachother but with the labyrinthine likes of nature, with the decrepit dereliction of city alleyways.

Bonds can be broken by straight-line certainties that attract the ego like moths to a flame. It is the very certainty that is false. The labyrinthine ways of a forest are the stage for the everlasting hunt that is Man’s primitive nature. Blood and savagery by the light of the clear moon.

The urge to hunt is clean and wholesome, a sign of an active nature. Because we live in an inductive reality – of the mirror – it is a combination of the compulsive head (ego) and the cold-blooded reptilian urge underlying it.

A 2-fold order that cannot deny the physique, and merely corrupts it into reptilian ways of the sinuous and unwholesome (see “clean meat” P130)

The immaterial space of an optical illusion is resolved space has no finality. As in the Kull story, there is an infinite progression of mirrors, each comparatively smaller.

This cold-light reptile technology is opposed by the finality that is the cycle of life; that things decline and invite an upsurge of vitality; that decadence is strength and regeneration.

The cold mirrors shatter and the reptilian illusion with them; decrepit dereliction then creeps into the abandoned mansion of Tuzun Thune, and that is the finality that destroys the infinite illusion of resolved space.


 
 

M and J Severin © Marvel

In the land of the mirrors, light is reflected infinitely into a logical fairy tale of the acolytes’ egos. In the land of nature’s symmetries, light is destroyed (by leaves) in the physical reality of nature's symmetries.

When something becomes nothing it at the same time can become ultra-convincing (see Hiroshima quote, pre,) This is the infinite mirror culture we’re in: Einstein can be seen as a reflection of Faraday – see Vincent quote HB46

For Einstein’s quote on Faraday see HB21 Faraday invented the solenoid which becomes the template for all subsequent works on electrodynamics – including special relativity. The logical ego trap is sprung, since all subsequent works become ever-more geometrical (CERN)  and ever-more convincing (to the egos of acolytes.)

It’s an infinite mirror illusion which is also real – it’s just not the whole of reality! The confusion with illusory time is a case-in-point. “Relative to” spacetime, time might be an illusion, but this is a geometrical zone that has the same sterile components as CERN.

Time is expressed in rhythmic symmetries which symbolise cycles of fertility. In the physical world of fertility, time is expressed; in the immaterial land of sterility, it is not expressed.

Living things contain components of the cosmic symmetry (front, back; left,right); they are almost defined by a sense of balance. You could say this is an illusion – like time is an illusion – but it is physically real, containing primordial rhythm. Because immaterial reality is sterile, it has no primordial rhythm but, since physique can’t be denied, it contains the profane serpent (or profane meat, prev.)
The arguments are confusing since relativity is a type of linguistic trap (see Vincent). It is not true in rhythmic, symmetrical situations – such as sun and moon – but is so in geometrical situations like CERN (that attract acolytes’ egos).

A geometrical society has to build geometrical spaces – such as the proposed Neom city, for instance. These spaces have to be sterile (algorithmic, numerical) and entail rubbish-removal. They build-over fertile areas such as oases. A fertile zone is generally left to its own cycles of decay and revival. The idea of leaving things to be is anathema to the ego that is attracted to number and algorithm. They find these results convincing.

But in fact there can be no revival without leaving things to decline au naturel. Civilizations decline and then renew in periodic cycles. Decline is an untidy state of being that allows for freedom and self-governing psyche.

The physical decline can be picturesque, and is supportive of strong psyche and eventual pickup (Detroit). States of decline will always tend to be built-over by the ultra-convincing zones of sterilization of culture – but the progress is an illusion.

The progress is in a sense the infinite mirrors of the modern illusion; very convincing but going nowhere physically and psychically. As was stated elsewhere, the sea is a type of illusion that now reflects and now has deepness (Francis Stevens Claimed). Everything has its illusory aspect, but searching for convincing truth in mirrors of modernity is even more of an illusion! What’s much more true is the melancholy that informs joy in being.

 
Dante Gabriel Rossetti