The Logic of The Language of the Mind of Human-Kind, Part Two

OK, you're wondering:

so what's the 

big deal?

All over the world

we may encounter

people who either think:

a.

"I can be like this and drive a car!"

or

b.

"I can drive a car and be like this!"

Generally, those who think the latter

should only drive a car

when they're sober, and those

that can say the former

should make an art of driving

 a car when they're high--

 ronniepeterson

 The problem is:

there's no real way to tell

the difference.

Not all guys 

can say the former

and not all chicks

can say the latter,

but we live in a world

unfortunately unable

to see subtlety.

 We've been living in a world

dominated by the belief

that only guys can drive cars.

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We've entered a pretty monumental shift,

they're calling it paradigmatic.

It's happened at least

once before: 

millenia ago

Eastern thought used to dominate

and the Eastern hemisphere

tends to be able to think:

"I can be like this and drive a car!"

The East reigned over the earth

for a long time

and then something happened:

the earth experienced

a seismic change

that reversed

everything.

In the Bible, that shift is best represented

in the story of when the Tower of Babel tumbled,

and the tribes of men

were scattered;

berrigan

In the speculated history of the science of geology,

it was the 

moment

when the single land mass from the beginning of time

burst in half,

along a fissure line

so enormous

that it can only be equated 

with the mirror God used

to see Himself at the moment of Creation.

both images from Rodinia  

If you've been following my logic

this long,

you may be able to make this logical leap:

the Earth itself then represents

the moment of creation

over and over again.  

We just have to see it.

If only we could see that,

we wouldn't be

so scared.

skyserver

Life & death,

the spinning of 

our Globe

within the sphere defined by our Sun,

which spins within an even larger sphere

all show us the action of

--perfection--

wheels within wheels

sciencebase

Imagine this:

very occasionally,

a certain point

on all of the wheels

align themselves

and something happens

something  perfect

and if one of the spheres

is not as perfect

as it is capable of being,

it might be doomed to go on,

on its fallible,

disposable sphere,

 maneuvering it in avatars

that were oh so perfectly desgined

to inhabit imperfection

until it either

redeems itself

or 

destroys itself,

masuteche

As crazy as this might sound,

this is what I believe

will be

the essence of

2012

All of creation

will come into alignment

and something's going to happen:

something will change

in the course of the cycle,

that will cause other changes.

We've been moving towards this for some time now:

the world is becoming more dominated

by people who are both mechanical and intuitive,

but it's hard to give up

old beliefs.

The solution we have to accept

and enact

before 2012

if we want to live in this new world 

that will no doubt 

be produced

at this time

is the absolute easiest one --

and that is this:

we have to accept that it doesn't matter

who ate the apple,

we ate it together,

male and female

white and black

straight and gay

and all shadings in between.

We messed up together:

no one's right

no one's wrong;

we all just must

simply love each other

and learn to be terrifically honest

about who 

should be doing the driving

and who

should be telling us how

to steer the course,

in all its intricacies.

Return to Genesis: Babel

It's been a little while since I've thought about

the Book of Genesis,

which happens to be my most favorite book

of all time.

I mean, think about it:

it has everything in it: 

murder,

lust, 

rape,

a big ol' flood, 

destruction,

regeneration,

incest,

war,

and that wonderful story about the Tower of Babel.

Now, I wasn't planning on talking about

the Tower of Babel,

but I'm compelled to talk about it:

2.

I was visiting some Jewish friends last week, and they invited me to go to synagogue with them for the singing of the Book of Ruth.  It was the celebration of Shavuot, but my friend also called it Pentecost.  And so we discussed what Pentecost is in the Christian Church, and what Shavuot is to the Jews.  For Jews, Pentecost is the fiftieth day after Passover, as it is for the Christians.  For Jews, Pentecost celebrates a harvest, and that is one of the reasons they read the Book of Ruth.  It is also the commemoration of God giving the Torah (including the Ten Commandments) to his people, and a few other things as well.

I must confess that when I recounted my understanding of what the feast of Pentecost celebrates in Christianity, it was burdened by my own interpretation: when I think of Pentecost I think of those pictures of the apostles with tongues of fire over the heads, sort of as if they had just been transformed into Bic lighters.  I don't mean to be disrespectful, it's simply that that's the best description I could come up with for this image that was ingrained in my mind so long ago:

( wikipedia pentecost )

Now, I know this has something to do with the Holy Spirit descending upon the Apostles; along with that, the thing I recall most readily about the celebration of Pentecost is that the disciples began to speak in tongues --

And when the day of Pentecost was fully come, they were all with one accord in one place. And suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting. And there appeared unto them cloven tongues like as of fire, and it sat upon each of them. And they were all filled with the Holy Ghost, and began to speak with other tongues, as the Spirit gave them utterance. And there were dwelling at Jerusalem Jews, devout men, out of every nation under heaven. Now when this was noised abroad, the multitude came together, and were confounded, because that every man heard them speak in his own language (Acts 2: 1-6)

 --

This always makes me think of the other moment of "confounding" in the Old Testament, the story of the Tower of Babel:

(Eikongraphia   very nice blog)

And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech.

And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar; and they dwelt there.

And they said one to another, Come, let us make brick, and burn them thoroughly.  And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for mortar.

And they said, Come, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.

And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded.

And the Lord said, Behold the people are one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be withheld from them, which they have imagined to do.

Come, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one antoher's speech.

So the Lord scattered them abroad from there upon the face of all the earth: and they ceased building the city.

Therfore is the name of it called Babel, because the Lord did there confound the language of all the earth; and from there did the Lord scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.

(Genesis, book 11)

What is odd in the Christian Pentecost story is that humans become confounded

when the Disciples are able to speak

other

languages,

to communicate across the divide produced 

at the destruction of the Tower of Babel.

So how does one confoundment

cancel

another confoundment out?

In my limited limitless wisdom,
I declared to my Jewish friends:
the Christian version of Pentecost provides

the antedote

for Babel.

The Christian story of Pentecost suggests a power

that is capable of counteracting

the confoundment that resulted

when the totality of 

humanity

was rent asunder

because they were getting too big for their britches

too quickly.

It's another case of the negative meeting the positive;

another case of

the palindrome.

The First Tower

that was built

at Babel

was foolishness -
it was like a child
trying to build a structure
out of blocks
to reach his father's
tool bench.
It was

a physical attempt

to do something

that was physically impossible.

Notably,
the power  of the Holy Sprit
is born

on something that is 

not necessarily

physical

but is, rather,

the opposite

of physical.

Would it be too corny

to say that

the antedote to 

the physical destruction

of Babel

is love?

Anyhooo,

my Jewish friends liked that story of Pentecost

quite a bit,

but I now look at the literature and see

that that's really simply
my interpretation.

But I think it's a fairly cool

interpretation, 

nonetheless.

3.

Notably,

in our disparate,

different

corners of the earth,

we continue to try to build those buildings:

What does it mean to build a large building?

Many would call it some sort of

phallic obsession:

( environmentalgrafitti )

Look at it another way:

maybe our continued construction

(and demolition)

of large monumental buildings

is actually an

ongoing

re-enactment of the performance

at Babel

where a people tried to

"make themselves a name"

For humans to try

to make for themselves a 

name

in the Story ofGenesis

is for humans

to step into the role

of God,

which they were never really supposed to do.

Our task has always been

to present a likeness of God,

not to be 

God.

I have a vague thought, then,

that if we really want to restore

the power and unification of human souls

that existed before Babel,

we're not going to do it with a building;

we're not going to do it with anything tangible --

we'll do it with the intangible.

Could the counterpart,

the antedote

to the Tower of Babel

be

the internet?

4.

This is not at all what I thought I would write today.

And it's halting - not a real pure

channeling.

My own individual mind

got too much 

in the way.

That, and that glorious sun,

belting down

outside my window.

You know the years
can pass by,
one after another,
but one thing remains constant:
the earth and her seasons.

What a beautiful day

Hope yours is too.

with love

from 

Makropoulos