I wonder, then, how to recover color or thumos (if you will) in every day life. For me - it is joy in my children and stretching myself physically and spiritually to be a better father, and undertaking unnecessary (strictly speaking) risk in motorcycling.
The everyman, however, is pressed on every side by vidya, MCU, porn, drugs, and all manner of things designed to hold his attention and attenuate his spirit.
I hate to say "oh just read the next essay" but in the next essay we will discuss Captain Richard's reaction to the automatons at a micro level, right, in this personal confrontation - what he thinks and what he does. I also want to talk about his wife Theresa, who really grounds the novel for Richards.
But I think you're absolutely right that in some ways our trouble is that people are captured by the apparatus of manufactured life and more and more it's impossible to break out, more and more people don't know what real food is, don't have friendships. It's very tough.
People get lulled and dulled and I am constantly wondering what it takes to shake them out of it. On some level, everything provided is soma and helping them forget and just be even in a world where there seems to be increasing levels of despair.
There's a hidden neurology to this dynamic - the interplay between the distinct flavors of consciousness exhibited by the two hemispheres of the brain. The machine world we have constructed with technoscience artificially suppresses the right hemisphere, as surely as if transcranial magnetic stimulation were simulating a stroke. With it we lose access to mythos, to the embodied world, to the fountain of creation, and are left only with the sterile prison of control for control's sake.
I wonder, then, how to recover color or thumos (if you will) in every day life. For me - it is joy in my children and stretching myself physically and spiritually to be a better father, and undertaking unnecessary (strictly speaking) risk in motorcycling.
The everyman, however, is pressed on every side by vidya, MCU, porn, drugs, and all manner of things designed to hold his attention and attenuate his spirit.
I hate to say "oh just read the next essay" but in the next essay we will discuss Captain Richard's reaction to the automatons at a micro level, right, in this personal confrontation - what he thinks and what he does. I also want to talk about his wife Theresa, who really grounds the novel for Richards.
But I think you're absolutely right that in some ways our trouble is that people are captured by the apparatus of manufactured life and more and more it's impossible to break out, more and more people don't know what real food is, don't have friendships. It's very tough.
People get lulled and dulled and I am constantly wondering what it takes to shake them out of it. On some level, everything provided is soma and helping them forget and just be even in a world where there seems to be increasing levels of despair.
I'm just some guy, you know?
Looking forward to the next essay.
There's a hidden neurology to this dynamic - the interplay between the distinct flavors of consciousness exhibited by the two hemispheres of the brain. The machine world we have constructed with technoscience artificially suppresses the right hemisphere, as surely as if transcranial magnetic stimulation were simulating a stroke. With it we lose access to mythos, to the embodied world, to the fountain of creation, and are left only with the sterile prison of control for control's sake.
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