THERE. IT. IS. And always has been.
So long ago some hominids dropped some hair, grew a new brain (prefrontal cortex) and thusly "woke" a bit out of the much much much older (and hard set in its ways) reptilian brain (which still rules the day),which is PRIME still though human will (aka ego) claims superiority over it, meaning - over NATURE...or, actually, KOSMOS.
Wherefore and whenever "Christianity" or one of its still persistent angular/strangular ancestors, is (errantly and exhaustingly)) proclaimed to be THE religion of a nation, or region, or territory, and that this peculiar and particular "favor" of Cosmic Creator (CC) bestows.said people to be manifestly destined to have CC's "favor" of divine rights uber allies (German used on purpose with a gash of mustache under the schnoz), then, as it is often adjudged (at least by humble ol' me),
"there is hell to pay."
Not only do people pay but, alas, so do all creatures here below, and the planet itself, subjected to the human apocalypse resulting from aeons of massive delusions of grandeur. driven by ID and the ambiguous yet ambidextrous miracle of the "thumbs- and-forefingers put to pragmatic purposes (the real deity is Pragmatism in its 3 manifestations, Convenience, Efficiency, and EASE
and AHHHH-MENNNNN!
In psychology such "grandeur/grandiosity" is termed to be what it is, INFLATION of ego into what Carl Jung calls archetype or, better, when he lets his hair down, "GOD ALMIGHTINESS". Not only are individuals prone to inflation but groups of people are the more easily and readily prone to believe that they alone are set apart and thusly curry special favor from CC because their "flavor" is the preferred savor of CC. Inflation devours the inflated ones, their rendering of CC swallows them and they become instruments of destructive control and, worse, subjection, slavery and violence of all kinds, sanctified, of course, by said CC,
one of the worst of violences (there are so many) being psychological aka "mind fuckery" most odious and crippling.
And, alas, pathologically effective.
At least 3 or 4 times a year for over a decade now (since Facebook arrived and I arrived on the dreaded beast) I post a link to Ernest Becker's still profound book,
The Denial of Death. (the reading of which, while and after, changed me utterly - WOKE - SADLY - RELIEVEDLY - made the wiser from the reality of the tragic/noble/ignoble "project" of our (human) species/feces
(aka "Civilization and Its Discontents (FREUD)" as well as the needed elevation of Jung's vision of "Civilization and Its Mys- (as in mystic/mysteries) and Myth- Contents (myth renders meaning)...
Becker is highly readable, accessible re: grocking what he's unfolding page by page, coherently so, troublingly so, as he renders the tragedy of homo sapiens (I prefer homo scrape-pens to be surgically accurate) in the dilemma of their/our standing apart from nature while said fore-brained hominids yet ARE nature indeed and in deed; that humans with "newish" brain are verily god-like in inventiveness in skills, arts , medicine, etc:
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals!
[And then the unending question that breaks the spell]
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? - from Hamlet
Becker is not Shakespeare BUT his writing is spectacular. And he agrees with Hamlet that we humans are "gods" (godlike) in our cleverness, even in our sublimity, and yet, and yet, a fact that we hairless marvels cannot escape -
WE ARE GODS WHO SHIT!
Human, all too human. Animal, all too animal. Nay! DUST we are and to DUST we return.
And there's the rub, the burn, GOSH DERN.
The never-ending archetypal inflation of humans to be God(s) or at least to be in God's chosen unmerited (an intractable rumor) favor continues, a yet to be exhausted run-on sentence of one specie's delusion that it is favored/flavored most of all over all other manifestations of creation (apparently of the cosmos but cosmos is, if nothing else, and it is more than nothing,
TRICKSTER. So all bets, or better, all PELTS are off (you somewhat hairy, jiggly-meat-ed suffering from the thumb and forefinger disease. Is that a nuke in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
All this to say, to underscore all the more, that "Divine Favor"
is a deadly, a murderous delusion. Despite distractions of art and culture, all our cleverness. It is cleverness that is and will do us all in, or, OUT. So
shake it up, baby, twist and shout...abra ca dab bra....
et-sweet-cetera so
ceterieeeee ceteraaaaahhh,
cetera ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha
HA-HAAAAAAA!
AHEM (I plead CAFFEINE, here, a god of sorts too - caffeine, not me).
Here is Becker, the book, read it free at this link. I'd love to read this with a few others on a monthly or weekly basis in person or via computer devices (aka deities). Hit me up here if interested. Even on other reader would work for me. And/but a hard copy of the book is best of all (I know. I know. I am old school, gimme a scroll any day:
https://humanposthuman.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/ernest_becker_the_denial_of_deathbookfi-org.pdf
In my end is my beginning so here's Hamlet to put the pinto, the period to the end of this unreasonable prance about:
What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason!
how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how
express and admirable! in action how like an angel!
in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the
world! the paragon of animals!
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? - from Hamlet
And the question is, too, now, a fairly hairless beggar
though many err in the belief/delusion that "Christianity
(of the many many mutant strains
[NOTE} all gods are local and they really don't travel well from one ecosystem/climate to another, which guarantees at least 2 certain things, the gods are cranky cuz tired and hungry, disoriented so need to be medicated (they are NEVER satiated) by BLOOD all kinds....
Syphilization and its Malcontents.
CUCKOO!
To sum, I'll end with human wisdom (and humor - thank the gods we can laugh at them, with them and at our selves and our creaturely condition....this masterpiece by Kobayashi Issa, his death haiku::
a bath when you're born,
a bath when you die
how stupid.
**
Soundtrack to the above and below - Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention - "America Drinks and Goes Home" aka
It's all about the cocktail.
And it is cocktail hour always somewhere sometime on the planet:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JR-d9N4GNk
And then, Saint (Roger)Waters, has the final say at to Western Deity:
"What God wants, God gets. God help us all!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BtcY8iY6jO4
Western religion is, frankly, it's own ultimate end - Nihilism aka Apocalypse.
ENUFF.
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