I'm protected myself by the Garlic, as we Scots say Gaelic, proudly, though none of us can be bothered speaking the stuff. Pat relied on Kung Fu chop-sticks and probably lacked the Scottish granny's advice on Snow White and Seven-Up, vital in understanding the unexplored continent. It's all been code since that talking snake.
Blaming artists has a certain political correctness about it Tony. They could paint themselves in order to truly decorate lamp-posts for the masses when the time comes. A practical auto da fe thingy. You could whip up a couple of donkeys to represent wisdom and ignorance looking on. Resistance will be hopeless, as Gabbs might issue in a fit of optimism. One suspects a playful and searing intellect that will smile when I say 'I'm usually wrong'. When one lives in a joke society there can be some solace in joking. Sitting here feeding the dogs toast-corners before their main walk (shss!) in dazzling winter sun, the term 'serpent' makes me think of the drive belt on my old Citroen ZX. This had to come off, for no known reason, in basic servicing, and putting it back equated to a wrestle for one's life with an anaconda in darkest Brazil. I believed this was part of French revenge for Waterloo, fitted only to right-hand drive models sold to Britain, until my old mate Durand emerged from under his model with skinned hands, threatening to have the machine executed with the designers in it. By then, I could fit one in two minutes whilst smoking a cigarette and couldn't resist showing off with a borrowed Disc Bleu. All the thanks I got amounted to being told my mechanical ability made me look suspiciously German. Didn't the Romans invent Xtianity? Infecting the other side's infantry with the 'turn the other cheek manoeuvre' is as cunning as British and American foreign aid and free trade as a cover for drug trading and investment through dollar counterfeiting. Those still adherents of the talking serpent should be calling themselves Flavians. It's all donkeys to me in religious symbolism. In radical thinking, one might wonder whether Spinoza got it all wrong in a secular design for religious freedom and that the problem is - er - religion. The question might be about how much Big Brother (I don't like this term - mine is great) one has to converse with both internally (in Molly's sense) and in what pass as attempts at mutual understanding. This is the basis of heresy and involves the extent to which we are already enslaved by BB like ants under the spell of a brood parasite. Think of the phrase 'the freedom I offer' here - how could we know this is not just the first pheromone of future enslavement of 'free thinking individuals just like me'? I take much Gabby says as the sting of this Socratean Gadfly. Some want to be able to judge argument on the credibility of its author. I can only say one is well under the drug of manners at such point. Credibility is conflated with credulity, Gabby with grump (honestly not here - though I expect sophisticated consideration of "honestly").Neil with rudeness and various other censorship mechanisms poked in fun or otherwise. Do we rally want to be the sort of people who sit babbling virtue ethics preceded and followed by thousands of years of slavery? To be gawps at Nuremberg, Pregida, UKIP or various US neo-con rallies offering the freedom of fascism? To be the chattering class bearing witness? We should at least be able to think and explore whether Big Brother has his memetic pheromones into our argument space. I can probably write an episode of Dr Who on this and can see one of Facil's sculptures - perhaps a room marked 'free speech and mutual understanding' linked by pipework to a canister of 'anti-truth gas'. The scientist can easily say to the holy man that he has wasted his life on fantasy. You can be assured when I speak as a scientist I think I wasted my life on that too ... On Monday, December 29, 2014 10:43:26 PM UTC, facilitator wrote: > > Artists are mostly to blame. They give us images that are scarcely > accurate and so we have snakes instead of serpents and Apples instead of > forbidden fruit. Also we gave them navels when they were sans umbilical. > Should be un-biblical chords. I wouldn't have expected much from two > teenagers running around paradise naked. > > -- --- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups ""Minds Eye"" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. For more options, visit https://groups.google.com/d/optout.
