Sunday, December 7, 2008

Street people

So you might have noticed that there are people who live on the street. Street people, in fact.

It seems that the overall consensus of people who live in houses is that the people living on the street represent a problem for society.

There is less of a consensus as to what should be done about the problem of the street people. Depending who you ask, perhaps we should rehabilitate them, give them job training, pressgang them, convert them to a religion, house them, incarcerate them, educate them, kill them, or some combination of those.

Obviously each of those options comes with its own set of difficult questions but most of those questions are boring from being asked over and over again and they all avoid the important question which is,

What if there's nothing wrong with living on the street in the first place?

We have -always- had street people in our cities. Based on this fact alone we should be hesitant to declare the phenomenon wrong unless we're prepared to declare something fundamentally wrong with humanity itself.
No doubt many people are ready to do that. Still, most of the arguments I've heard in favor of the worthlessness of humanity are arguments about the worthlessness of humanity in post-Roman Empire society, not the worthlessness of the human organism in itself.

The human organism has literally billions of years of experience under its belt in the art of living for free off of the environment. Compare that to its mere thousands of years of experience living in cities and towns, working at jobs, and consider that from a purely biological standpoint we are probably better equipped to live like street people than like office workers in apartments.
In the event of a total economic and societal collapse, we may find that the people who have already been living on the street are better equipped for survival. That makes the automatic reaction of revulsion and disdain that many experience at the sight of a homeless person seem a little backwards to me.

Mythological Thinking and Quantum Angels



I had a thought today, and it was very interesting, and it stuck to my consciousness like gum on an old boot.

There's a girl I like to talk to, she is essentially a literalist, and I was trying to reconfigure my paradigms and dig for ideas, so I could make her reality intelligible to my own.

Have you ever heard of Quantum Angels?

I have told her that she has based her worldview on a collection of Jewish Fairy Tales, as Bill Maher would say, a bunch of semi-historical myths cribbed from the civilizations that dominated the middle east 5,000 years ago.

And yet, there is a kind of allegory, if you read Genesis as a simplification of evolution, it still makes sense, in an incomplete, simplified way...

but what was beginning to stick to my brain was The DreamTime... Mythological Thinking has it's power, because if there are Quantum Angels, and our expectations inform our realities, then it must be considered that perhaps there is a location in spacetime, a time and a place, that's there right now, but it's also in the past, because it informs this world, it creates this world, and the Quantum Angels make it so...

every world is interconnected, the world of the mind and the world of the body, and the world of energy and so on.

a mirror, but some are mirrors that give truly opposite reflections..

in some time that is right now, but somehow before, there IS a garden and a snake and a sword of fire, and these things really are happening, these Mythological Worlds, and they are what our minds make of the data we receive from higher order emanations, from different reflections our minds cannot cope with...

if you look deep enough inside, will Krishna be smiling back you, will he be playing his flute? Quantum Physics and Chaos Theory have done nothing less than proved these Fairy Tales true, but in a very infuriating sense.

I remember a line from a movie I enjoy, Total Recall: 'listen to yourself, Doug.. she's real because you dreamed her?'

just a thought, just a thought that stuck to the roof of my brain like peanut butter, and me with no milk...