If a corporation is the head, it makes sense to have a row of faces staring at you through space-visors. All helmeted space-faces seem to look oddly similar, like they've entered some parallel-verse. This was the one flaw of Outland, I felt, as the ''High Noon" battle took place suited-up outside of the colony (unlike the French Connection-style chase inside the gridiron complex).Gods and goddesses of the sky and earth represent the storms of creation and destruction. Unless those stories are outmoded the old ways could well return.
Kantner, though a fan of sci-fi and the romance of planetary voyage, is questioning all things in
Is the future America one of illusions? Beliefs incorporate obscene acts and from.them is born a society of strength and not simply one of information. How does one fight back when one's strength is sapped?
By entering space, does one also enter a hermetically sealed capsule that essentially seals the head off from the outside world of the body (see Orphans of the Sky, a construction of the delusory mind as opposed to the physical universe that is visible to all).
An active world can be a simple one - see HB145 on Godard - and has the romance of physical balance.
The head and body are balanced together and obviously connected via the neck. Rather than saying that the head represents 'intellect' and the body is 'anti-intellectual', it's more true to say that a romantic world is one where action (body) puts emphasis on song, breathing, swallowing food (see P1). The hunt, the apres hunt (the piste, the apres piste).
The future'they' envisage is persuasive to the ego; for that reason one should be suspicious of its veracity. Their future is supposed to be 'smart' - meaning of the intellect - but in a way that means dumb, sincw we're going to be told what to do.
How to process information that is beyond one's ken? Is that what they want so that we enter an illusory mirror world of all these so-convincing images?
The head is electrochemical impulses (see ) but our primitive reality is muscular and to do with glands and serpent-like extensions. The primitive can't be reconciled to to what'they' term advance, it can only be ignored or replaced by a profane version (see previous).
The elegance of the human figure, the arch of the neck, the swaying sensual grooves, are truly intelligent because they express physicality. Without this the psyche is nowhere. Django without the performing women and guitar player (and horses) wouldn't be Django
"And me I don't want to go to the moon
I'm going to leave that moon alone
I just want to dance with the rosebud Sioux this summer" (Generation, Buffy)

