Histories of ages past, / Unenlightened shadows cast,
Down through all eternity / The crying of humanity:
'Tis then when the Hurdy-Gurdy Man / Comes singing songs of love...
-- St. Donovan Leitch
Sol in Taurus, Luna in Gemini, Dies Mercurii
31 Taurus C / 19 May 2004 EV
Cari Fratres et Sorores:
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.
As I wander the bright and shifting pixels of cyberspace, I recognize a growing discontent, a growing restiveness; and "recognize" is the word, for just shy of my first half-century, I am old enough to have seen it before. While it may not seem that way to many -- particularly those subject to the imminent military draft* -- there are some fine times at hand. Consciousness, which is (as ever) childish and petulant, and whose tastes in entertainment run to those of St. Beavis (and his HGA, the God Cornholio), has got quite a show planned. Prepare for some really dreadful years...which you who survive more or less intact will one day recognize as the best of your lives.
The discontent I'm talking about is most obvious in political terms, of course. After years of self-righteous, self-congratulatory screeds against "liberals," "conservatives" finally got their guy into the White House (one way or another)...and damned if he didn't set about ruining every single thing he put his hand to (as, coincidentally enough, he always had before, throughout his life, so stop being so surprised, frgodssakes). On the other hand, after nearly four years of increasingly triumphal bleating by "liberals" that "conservatives" were destroying the American Empire, said "liberals" find that practically nobody actually disagrees with them any more, at least on that score -- and worst of all, that their presumptive presidential nominee, all but guaranteed a loss in normal circumstances (which is how he got to be the presumptive nominee, of course), stands an even chance of actually having to preside over the virtual impossibility of cleaning up this godawful mess.
But politics is the least of it. Hell, even culture wars is the least of it: most people don't really (in normal times) give a great deal of thought or effort to either politics or culture wars. No, there's nothing for it: Consciousness is bored, and when it's bored, it starts breaking things.
Which is, after all -- in retrospect! -- when the best years of one's life come along.
Bless the pointed little heads of the "conservatives" for their truly astonishing commitment to the nihilistic destruction of everything they claim to believe in; yea, and the fuzzy little heads of "liberals" for their whining acquiescence. Me, I'm gonna go get my hurdy gurdy. We is Behind Da Magick 8-Ball, my chilluns, and experience tells me this is where the game gets interesting. :)
Love is the law, love under will.
Yours in Love and Freedom, AJ
*Rumor says 18-25 (in some versions 35), though one assumes as always the youngest are most at risk; no college deferments this time (finish the current term then in you go; seniors get to finish senior year first); and for the first time, females might well be included as well as males. Don't let anybody kid you about this, the draft is coming, all right -- alas, no matter who's elected president. OTOH, were I an 18-35 year old human living in the US, I'd really be pondering which candidate seemed likeliest to keep unnecessary wars to a minimum...and registering (while there's still time), and voting, too, come to that.