'Green' ideologies. What are they worth?
Firstly: The attempt to secure a stable natural environment for future generations is a fairly noble aim.
Second: To sacrifice the future for today's selfishness is ignoble, through and through. It smacks of the plebeian.
Third: I reserve my judgement as to whether the natural world is in meltdown.
Fourth: If the natural world is in meltdown [assumption here], then renewable energy sources will not resolve this. Even if the totality of energy used in the world was gotten from renewable sources, then the problem of energetic residue - Which is all the 'global warming' problem boils down to - would remain.
Fifth: Perhaps I am the first to speak out against radical industrialism.
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Cheap tricks, smoke and mirrors, etc. Don't pay attention - Go your own way. You are not destined to go the way of another. But you are destined to go your way, for no-one else can. So do it.
Sunday, 29 March 2009
Thursday, 26 March 2009
Reaping what one hath sowed
is an interesting thing. But anyway, who's up for some anarchistic musings?.. Vive la revolucion! Today's topic is democracy.
So we live in a democratic country, right? Or at least that's what I hear. As if the democratism of today was worth a single jot! As 'democracy'! And people talk proudly of their national constitutions - It's sickening. You vote once every number of years. To what end? Not to the method of governance, as is every man's supposed right - No, you vote only for the particulars of each individual party, to which the system are subject [to use a worn-out phrase]. You do not vote for the system.
Anything more to add? Ah, constitutions. These rather morbid ideas are called good, when they are anything but. Necessity drives man. You may herd them into pens and call yourselves master over them, but remember - always - that you are at heart one of them.
So we live in a democratic country, right? Or at least that's what I hear. As if the democratism of today was worth a single jot! As 'democracy'! And people talk proudly of their national constitutions - It's sickening. You vote once every number of years. To what end? Not to the method of governance, as is every man's supposed right - No, you vote only for the particulars of each individual party, to which the system are subject [to use a worn-out phrase]. You do not vote for the system.
Anything more to add? Ah, constitutions. These rather morbid ideas are called good, when they are anything but. Necessity drives man. You may herd them into pens and call yourselves master over them, but remember - always - that you are at heart one of them.
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
MAN ON FIRE
I have just crossed the boundary which lies between immaturity and maturity. And all I had to do was dismiss the dichotomy as false--which it is... Remain true to yourselves!
Do I have anything to declare?.. An unerring good will towards misanthropy. Student debt; profound resentment for politics and politicians; bizarre sexual tastes. Good taste in music and books. A strong stomach; a strong constitution. Passion; mocking laughter; great aspirations.
Do I have anything to declare?.. An unerring good will towards misanthropy. Student debt; profound resentment for politics and politicians; bizarre sexual tastes. Good taste in music and books. A strong stomach; a strong constitution. Passion; mocking laughter; great aspirations.
Monday, 23 March 2009
No Lighthouse
In General
I return to write. I ask you: What can one now hold onto? Many people spend their entire lives in this circus-metropolis we call the Western World: And though we are led to believe that our educational institutions are the finest existent - Most people are still idiots. Self-trumpery betrays to me lack of culture: And our 'culture' positively bursts with it. And in fifty years men and women of my generation will bemoan loss of the old ways. This I cannot stomach. And the Western world - What of it? What for? - Where to? A few centuries will pass, and some poet will turn the sweat of years into a derisive quip. Gazing out over sprawling hovels and dirty skyscrapers, our poet muses: 'Not one brick ought to have been moved. Not for this.'
But why do I talk of the future? Larkin has already done this. His 'Whitsun Weddings' says it all. The croaking toad.
Fundamentally
Animal existence is little more than an interlude in the course of infinity. What to make of it, then? Perhaps I am the first to anathematize infinity as baneful and destructive. Others would lie as cowards, and prostrate themselves before it. But what is the infinite to me? Or indeed to anyone else? We are finite. The infinite is that which cannot be attained. Thus do I advise the religious-minded.
Specifically
The Lions Wisdom. Fight only those who are worthy of fighting you. Do not raise a hand against the petty, with their petty objections - Let that be your benevolence.
I return to write. I ask you: What can one now hold onto? Many people spend their entire lives in this circus-metropolis we call the Western World: And though we are led to believe that our educational institutions are the finest existent - Most people are still idiots. Self-trumpery betrays to me lack of culture: And our 'culture' positively bursts with it. And in fifty years men and women of my generation will bemoan loss of the old ways. This I cannot stomach. And the Western world - What of it? What for? - Where to? A few centuries will pass, and some poet will turn the sweat of years into a derisive quip. Gazing out over sprawling hovels and dirty skyscrapers, our poet muses: 'Not one brick ought to have been moved. Not for this.'
But why do I talk of the future? Larkin has already done this. His 'Whitsun Weddings' says it all. The croaking toad.
Fundamentally
Animal existence is little more than an interlude in the course of infinity. What to make of it, then? Perhaps I am the first to anathematize infinity as baneful and destructive. Others would lie as cowards, and prostrate themselves before it. But what is the infinite to me? Or indeed to anyone else? We are finite. The infinite is that which cannot be attained. Thus do I advise the religious-minded.
Specifically
The Lions Wisdom. Fight only those who are worthy of fighting you. Do not raise a hand against the petty, with their petty objections - Let that be your benevolence.
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