Sunday, 29 November 2020
The days were getting shorter and shorter, light lessening, pulled towards non-existence. Would this all end in an end to the light? Well no surely because history tells us, or rather memory, for what is history but memory, even if it’s just fabricated ... but anyway memory, history, of course informs us this darkness will not triumph, instead there’s a halt, a pause, a standoff and then a reversal, light cautiously begins to crawl forwards, eats and keeps on eating into the worlds of darkness, marching on till… well, you know the rest, the pendulum one way then another, and so backwards and forwards it swings year after year. Balanced, monotonous, reassuring.
So that’s the pattern. But patterns however reassuring can be broken, and from the debris maybe a new pattern emerging - and so why not here with our ominously advancing darkness? So with this wintry progress of night into diminishing day, let’s say it could be that there is a thread, and hanging from the thread a dark and heavy mass, and this mass is pulling downwards towards a greater darkness, a parent sea of it, and so every year they get to almost within touching distance of each other, and if they meet an infinity of blackness ensues ... But then just before Christmas the thread from which the weight hangs is stretched to the full, reaches no further, the descent stops and then the retreat.
But what if in time, the thread suffers wear and tear, becomes worn and finally snaps, and into the greater darkness plummets the lesser one, and out entirely goes the light. Maybe after the shock of all this has settled you could try lowering into the darkness other threads with hooks attached at the end, and feeling around with these hooks, to pull the fallen weight from the black void, and, the snapped thread replaced, set the pendulum in motion once again, the old flow thankfully resumed. This strange episode lingers a while as a memory, then as a fading myth before finally presumably dissolving altogether. But instead unfortunately no, all that happens with you and your hooks is you pull from the sea treacly drops of night which slide down, off and away, even as they’re being raised up from below.
Hooks failing, into the darkness are lowered fishing-nets to trawl the depths. But however big the nets, what kind of depths are these, and whatever kind they are the nets again yield nothing but a load of black drops again falling mockingly away as the nets are pulled up. Threads and hooks are lowered again, and hanging from the hooks now volunteers, heroic, equipped with torches carefully lowered into the blackness, but their little lights are swallowed up in the first few feet, illuminate nothing, and back up they return with nothing. We should I suppose be glad at least of their returning.
But this is all nonsense, the thread won’t snap...or forget about snapping, what bloody thread?! This is all just some stupid myth, and what’s worse a made up one - though of course they’re all made up, but this one worse again because it’s made up on purpose, and by someone living in of all times the present. What ingratitude.
Thursday, 26 November 2020
Presumably the manufacturers of cars are not satisfied with the construction of their vehicles with regard to safety features by being excessively concerned with how they respond to low speed impacts. Instead things of course have to be pushed to more extremes of speed and impact to test the veracity of the construction. Similarly with ideas such as with my last post http://wwwinabstentia-andrewk.blogspot.com/2020/11/sure.html. Someone might claim it is crude or manipulative to push things to such extremes as it discolours the whole unfairly, but it is by such pushing into deeper waters that the veracity is tested and revealed.
Wednesday, 25 November 2020
“We want absolute liberty, and in the absence of God we have it. There is no sin! There are no boundaries to our freedom!”
“What about child abuse?”
“What about it?”
“Is that a sin?”
“No, there is no sin!”
“You’re sure about this?”
“We should even ‘sin’ on purpose as an expression of sin’s non-existence. That would be in truth our highest statement.”
Monday, 23 November 2020
Monday, 16 November 2020
Barack Obama has a new book coming out called The Bootcamp Years. Oh no sorry, a quick look reveals its actual title is A Promised Land. The mix-up was both understandable and excusable. Other titles of his I see include, upon this quick fact check, Dreams From My Father, The Audacity of Hope and of course Of Thee I Sing - A Letter to My Daughters. There is also Be Vigilant But Not Afraid.
What an arsehole. “No, no! It’s so beautiful!” Yes, yes, the fault I see is mine. It’s just so unusual, so unexpected to meet with such unashamed, unironical and remorseless integrity of spirit, this vision of virtue in human motion - and so, all in all, I lacked the purity within to accept such purity without. You may criticise me but you may not judge me. Anyway, arising from my shame and contrition, I will try to work some of his inspiration into future conversations. It’s the least I can do.
“Blah, blah, blah, blah...”(in lieu of imaginary words)
“Yes, we must be vigilant but not afraid.”
“Oh my God, you’re so right! You have infused within me the audacity of hope.”
“Yes, and with this audacity we may some blessed day reach the promised land.”
“Yes, yes! And in this future bliss, with dreams of our fathers playing in our minds, we will write letters to our daughters of how all this came to pass.”
Sunday, 15 November 2020
Saturday, 14 November 2020
Thursday, 12 November 2020
Monday, 9 November 2020
Wednesday, 21 October 2020
Tuesday, 20 October 2020
“Tis wild today.”
“How wild would you say it is?”
“Well it’s very wild obviously.”
“Yes but how wild specifically would you say it is? On the scale.”
“On what scale?”
“The scale of wind wildness. Like for the earthquakes except for the wind.”
“I wouldn’t know about that at all I’m afraid.”
Tuesday, 13 October 2020
This just part one, the rest of the piece can be followed up on if interested. As it nears the end it has a focus on materialism and Judaism that I’m not sure how comfortable I am with, but still overall very interesting. And to add, Berdyaev has a very good book called ‘Dostoevsky: An Interpretation’ for anyone so interested.
Wednesday, 7 October 2020
Just to very loosely sketch some thoughts on the nature of temptation involving to some degree anyway as a basis traditional religious framework. That temptation has its source in the entity of the fallen angel or devil. The purpose of the temptation from his point of view is that in succumbing to the temptation, we subsequently at least temporarily become lesser beings energetically. In terms of self-awareness this manifesting as shame. And tying in the scientific notion of the conservation of energy, the human who has fallen is as said depleted in his existential state as a spiritual/psychic energetic being, but also this energy has not simply disappeared but has gone somewhere, and that somewhere is to the energy field of the tempter.
However it’s not all bad news or one way traffic as the very act of tempting is itself an energetic act, the tempter is casting some of his energy field, like a fisherman with a bait, in the direction of the relevant person. The energy we’ll say is to be considered simply as energy rather than morally. So if the person feels the temptation - towards whatever makes of one a lesser being, on whatever scale of toxicity! - but steels himself and does not yield to it, then the temptation has actually resulted in the person absorbing that energy as a fuel, and the tempter is the lesser being energetically as a consequence.
Monday, 24 August 2020
Saturday, 22 August 2020
“So anyway have you any idea of what to call your new album?”
“Failure is not an option.”
“Right. So any ideas?”
“Failure is not an option!”
“I know yeah, obviously we’ll come up with something. But as of now have you any specific ideas about what to call it?”
“Failure is not an option!”
“Oh right, I think I see what you mean. You mean “Failure is not an Option” is what you want to call the album?”
“Right. Yeah yeah, it’s good. ”
Friday, 21 August 2020
Monday, 17 August 2020
Saturday, 15 August 2020
A United Nations resolution has been seemingly passed unanimously whereby protagonists in all future armed conflicts, including present ones, will have to wear face masks to help prevent the spread of coronavirus. This, stressed a spokesman, should not have a detrimental effect on the arms industry, whose health is of course vital to all of our well-being, economic and otherwise.
Thursday, 13 August 2020
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Monday, 27 July 2020
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Tuesday, 21 July 2020
I’ve probably generally avoided the news like the plague for a long time but anyway I thought this was a good piece.
To add this segment above with attorney Bradley Edwards, representing victims of Epstein, in December 2018 from which the given quote:
The only thing that I can say about President Trump is that he is the only person who, in 2009 when I served a lot of subpoenas on a lot of people, or at least gave notice to some pretty connected people, that I want to talk to them, is the only person who picked up the phone and said, let’s just talk. I’ll give you as much time as you want. I’ll tell you what you need to know, and was very helpful, in the information that he gave, and gave no indication whatsoever that he was involved in anything untoward whatsoever, but had good information. That checked out and that helped us and we didn’t have to take a deposition of him in 2009.
Interesting how under Trump it seems the extremely unlikely actuality has arisen that people like the very wealthy and very connected Epstein can actually come to justice? See also for instance the similar NXIVM sex-cult scandal. I doubt such powerful peoples ever felt much real sense of threat before since they and their ilk essentially owned the system. I certainly didn’t have some high notion of Trump before, but as far as I gave it any attention, from very early on the obvious endless media assault on him made me inclined to think much more positively about him given the obviously fraudulent nature of our mass-media taken as a whole, and the very dark nature of the power elites whose interests it represents.
All through my life it has seemed unlikely to the point of virtual impossibility that a very major political figure could not be one of their own so to speak, not be chosen by this very closed and poisonous circle, but very unlikely as it may have seemed, perhaps Trump is the first one genuinely to have slipped through the net in many, many years. And I know he hardly appeared any kind of knight in shining armour! Not that I’m going to get too carried away by all this.
“Of course yeah.”
“And you know how these lowlifes absolutely loved your man Obama and helped foist him on the world as some divine messiah.”
“Yeah, that was one embarrassing charade.”
“You know when manipulative, false control-obsessed people are constantly trying to push me in a certain direction, I tend to wonder a little about the nature of that direction.”