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Monday, July 06, 2009
Just a Hunch
A BRIEF SENTENCE. Now, we're waiting. One celebrity death every day or so. Today it's McNamara. This won't be a long post. Just a grim prediction. When people start to die in increased numbers, it means something big is about to happen. Something big and bad. Something a lot of people don't want to be a part of. Meaning they'd rather be dead. Something about Jung's Collective Unconscious* I just hope I'm not one of them. Obama is going to rain down hell on all of us. Some of us don't want to wait for it. Some of us are willing to fight to survive it. I hope I'm one of the latter. Which are you?
*My creation story, the one I believe, lies in the field of potentialities between Hawking's possibly nonexistent (because always -- Zeno's Arrow-like -- infinitely approaching the unreachable limit) Big Bang and Roger Penrose's quantum mind. There is a space in that conceptual interval which leaves room for all presently conceived possibilities and innumerable ones we can't conceive of. It may allow for all kinds of relationships that science cannot presently comprehend, including a universe in which ideas, art, poetry, symbols and allegories -- and Jung's synchronicity -- interact seamlessly with the physics we keep trying to reduce to (mere) math. In this context, there might be a place for humanity's many metaphorical creation myths and its curiously parallel religious convictions to be something more than fairy tales, fallacies, jokes, proofs of mankind's talent for self-delusion, and catalysts for your contempt. The continuously unfolding and infinitely reinterpretable story of Christ's sacrifice on the cross may -- may, I say -- actually be of a piece with the universe itself. These are conceptions which have the potential to expand minds and deepen the most minute aspects of human experience -- without consigning us all to fanaticism or irrational denial.
Death is stalking us. Thank you, Obama.
