Marley in the
lyric here has the line
Don't
let them fool ya
Or even try to school ya
Oh, no
We've got a mind of our own
Or even try to school ya
Oh, no
We've got a mind of our own
Moderns are
predisposed to believe they are being educated into truth, but what if the
reverse is the truth? In other words, that the convincing reality we live in is
a sorcerous illusion!
Going by various
things – such as “Another Tone Productions” (First Thing in the Morning
Kiki Dee prev), Rory Stewart’s seeming perplexity in the mismatch of tradition
to modern, the Woodstock era of bodies-in-motion against the prevailing norms –
that notion isn’t new.
The real problem
is if something is very convincing, how do you disprove it? How not to be a
crank? As for the latter, if sorcery was running things, acolytes would
automatically use the trick to maintain the status quo.
The side of
reality which is convincing is bright and shiny and associated with ordered
social life. The side of reality which is associated with decay and rebirth is
dark and gloomy and disordered, so it makes good sense that an illusion of
social order can be mistaken for reality.
With decay and
disorder come the gaiety of rebirth (Dionysus), so that too much social order
is a denial of the rustic god (the theme of Euripides’ The Bacchae The
False Apollo). So, a reality that is convincingly ordered is not associated
with rebirth. As Cindy Sherman’s photographic stills show, it does resemble a
perspective illusion.
This goes back
to the mirrors of Karam Akkad (Hyborian Bridge 20). They are
confusingly, reflectively real but not the actual reality of primeval shape on
Earth.
Yag-Kosha, Conan #4
While the
competitive order of modern reality is a scripted routine (DNA, algorithms),
the physical reality is primeval shape. This is the universe which weaves
between pleasure (desirability) and reason; the universe of the dangerous
serpent and of Weird Tales (Pictorial
1)
The serpent is a priori, a cosmic interweaving of sun and moon,
the physical universe of motion -rotation
of earth, natch, against the cosmos. Show me a motion, a poetry of cosmic
power, a poetic dance of destiny. Obviously there is no verifiable proof of
this archaic predatory serpent; like Claude Levi-Strauss it is a useful myth.
Behind the mirrors of Karam Akkad is the perspective illusion of order,
the invisible world we see through lenses (“Pets” Hyborian Bridge 56) Whereas the
physical world has primeval rhythm – sun and moon – the perspective world has
scripted routine, such as DNA. In other words, the invisible world we see
through lenses is the world of order, not primeval rhythm. Reason being, that’s
what perspective is: a type of order (C5)
Rhythm and archaic symmetry are what an elephant has, not order
The physique in action in a landscape of dirt and disorder, triumph and
rebewal. As archaic as Hyboria.
The universe we live in is a sorcerous parallel to this physically
desirable one of shape. Now, of course, you’re gonna say if you look through a
microscope (lens) at something small, you do see shape!
Yes, all molecules have shapes, but I’m talking about the primeval
symmetry of the cosmos which produces archaic shapes like an elephant. Shapes
that are Earthbound, and Earth is placed midway between sun and moon (Midgard).
They are cosmically attuned to the destiny of Earth twirling in space.
Physiques have cosmic meaning in a physical universe of sun and moon,
planets and stars, not in the parallel reality of perspective (sun). The real
problem is any parallel universe of order is very convincing, whereas the real
universe of myth (shape and power) has no verifiable proof.
One way to look at it is the universe of order is bright and shiny and
for the living, but what is our destiny? Since it’s to die, what does that
imply? It would imply decay, so unless you are a believer in rebirth and a
cosmic cycle, the modern order has no great appeal!
Destiny is gloomy and disordered, at trek with Orpheus, but at least it’s
not nothing. The real problem with order is “they” have to tell you to compete
and so forth, but why is it so good not to have a destiny?
Destiny is strength, the strength of the predator, the strength of the
cycle of creation and destruction, of dirt and cleanliness. Destiny is gloomy,
a forest stillness, leaves crackling underfoot but it is not nothing.
This is the enduring appeal of Weird Tales and Howard. They do not
blanch at the destiny of Man but face it squarely. We live in an age of
weakness and order (of politicians) when the stars are our destiny.
The Tower of the Elephant