Socrates' Myth of the Cave and Hollywood

This morning we have been regaled by a conditioned response of our media analogous to a  abreactive mental breakdown.  Why? Because the unthinkable may be about to happen. Is it an all out nuclear war that would wipe out humanity once and for all? No. It's the death of ... Hollywood (gasp.)

What would happen if we were to be forced to actually face the political and economic lunacy that our "elites" have wrought upon us and this god forsaken planet? What if we could not sit, as it were, with ourselves chained to our illusory virtual world and were forced kicking and screaming (this is not hyperbole, judging from what I just witnessed on the boob tube's "infotainment" just now) to confront reality in the clear daylight? Remember Willy Loman, Hollywood?

Then would a new dawn arise wherein we would be intolerant of naught but the uplifting geniality and grace of beauty? Well, we know that the insatiable appetite for solutions to our manifold crises is a possibility at least. Let there be light. The light of thermonuclear fire and beyond. There is a way out.

Promethius and the Evolution of the Human Brain

It seems that there is ample evidence to conclude that without the cooking of food the energy throughput of the neurons in the human brain would not be possible. If you have been paying attention to the irreconcilable conflict between the worldview of oligarchy and the Promethean this is no surprise. That is the driver for all of human history in either direction in time.

Handel's Messiah and Loss of Historical Perspective

I attended a performance yesterday of that holiday ritual. It is truly an irony that that we stand for the Hallelujah chorus in imagined imitation of the king. What you will read is that Handel was a court favorite and that he waged a campaign to stage the Messiah in opposition to the prevailing sentiment for the political satire of Gay's Beggar's Opera.

But I challenge you to put yourself back in your imagination to that time and place. Remind yourself that one of the favorite literary works was Jonathan Swift's A Modest Proposal. This was, after all, the pre-Revolutionary period that swept up the intelligentsia worldwide.

In that light, the aim of dampening the enthusiasm for a "religious" oratorio in the city of London that had taken Dublin by storm makes perfect sense. In fine, the Messiah is a perfectly anti-Imperial tour de force.