Tuesday, July 8, 2025

Poem: Almost Out

 

Almost Out

 

each breath a foresight

of shivers before an avalanche,

scared.

 

truth was the problem:

 

fear, delight and fury

and how they invited flight,

while calm and smile and peace

were the enemy of containment,

 

for they could not.

 

and it was all going to come apart,

exposed in shock as a head of lettuce

which turned out to be

a numb, hiding, traumatized mind--

and under its leafy, green, frail shields

 

a mad mad mad

wasp nest

 

and the masquerade of it all

this balancing act,

a seesaw of lungful angst

between the exhales and inhales and

avalanches and hurricanes and

 

this is what emotions were,

it seemed,

 

when they felt so right

and why everyone had to hide from them,

as if the heart had decided

justice could only erupt in brief bouts,

before it succumbed, once again,

to the fatalism of earth.

 

 

 

 

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Thursday, July 3, 2025

Poem: Keep It Up

 

Keep It Up

 

prouder than putty,

we break not bend into smiles,

primped yet grim

in herringbone and trench coat,

bobbing along

in our crowded currents,

sometimes eaten by trap doors

on the sides of cars,

or sucked into mouths

of giant marble facades.  but

we keep it up,

up and down the busy streets,

allotted our place to troll:

whale or swordfish,

eel, squid or shark,

halibuts, flounders, groupers, sunfish,

alewives and the multiplicitous minnows,

all fated to be digested in towers, 

each a morsel for a cube.

one by one, sometimes in gulps,

we get picked off, gone--

into the monstrous guts

of the machinations of the city.  but

we keep it up.




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7/3/25... mods after posting... off and on all day

Monday, June 30, 2025

Genocide and 'Hunger Games' in Gaza

 

What is happening in Gaza is not fiction. It is not a horror movie. The “hunger games” are real and so is the genocide they are part of. That the world is allowing such dystopia to unfold is damning evidence of its own loss of humanity.


https://www.aljazeera.com/opinions/2025/6/29/in-gaza-the-israelis-are-staging-hunger-games 



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When you point out evils like this to Americans, you get hit with non sequiturs like, "You're antisemitic, anti-Israel and pro-Hamas."  


None of these conclusions even remotely follow from condemnation of the ongoing barbarism and genocide in Gaza.  


When media frame it as, "You are either pro-Israel or pro-Palestine," which is a false bifurcation, the response is, "I am pro-humanity and dignity.  I am for all people to have rights.  I am anti-genocide."  


There is nothing about Gaza on the front page of, say, the Washington Post.  Prominent is an article on Republicans and tax cuts, and the Opinion pieces, which read:


  



An unstaunchable glut of evil has drowned whatever figleaf of conscience America professed.

Saturday, June 28, 2025

Poem: Floaters

 

Floaters

 

mouthy menageries,

they complain about the sun.

it’s not all that brilliant, after all,

only an intellectual sink

which sucks cool shadows away.

 

the sun, they mouth,

from their many puffed pulpits,

is a disciple of that chairman in 1984

who said,

 

we shall meet again in that place

where there is no darkness.

 

these dull clouds,

they hover herded,

clumps of neutered dreams;

cocoons woven

by caterpillars of duty.

 

they follow quick

the merest hint of wind,

obedient and derelict,

digested and complacent

as feces.

 

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6/29/25 ... "duty" replaces "grey" .. fixed typo




Many people are born into the savagery of dictatorship.  It’s not their fault.  But the people of American, they are allowing their democracy to be transmogrified into totalitarian state, complete with masked squads of enforcers who make people disappear.  It is far and away the most pathetic and loathsome failure of morality to watch, firsthand, this annhilation of any elements of justice, fairness and equality.  This full victory of fear and  hate, under a narcissistic, tyrannical fist of might-makes-right.


Just one effect of this:  global warming will not be addressed, because the USA refuses to admit it's a problem.  Why?  The dictator Trump demands that it is not a problem, and demands that people agree with him to pass a loyalty test.  Trump is now keeping coal plants open that even the operators don't want to keep open anymore.  Why?  To mock the truth, science and anything they can do to challenge his power.


https://www.nytimes.com/2025/06/06/climate/trump-coal-gas-plants-energy-emergency.html


I write the above thinking that I might well be disappeared myself, within a few years.  Why don't I leave, you ask? 

I'm 61 years old, have lived in a beautiful, peaceful natural spot for 25 years, don't have the financial resources and, given my introversion and lack of know-how, am bewildered about how I would even begin to, say, get into Canada.  I'd need a job offer, I believe, at the professional level, and that is not going to come easy for me.  Part of me, too, wants to remain here and fight to the bitter end.  I should start saving my poems on my blog into a separate thumb drive.  But I haven't yet... maybe part of me is still in denial, or has hope that Trump can be stopped. Maybe part of me fancies myself a a prophet, who is called by the forces of Goodness to do certain things.. and no more.


People tell me I'm overreacting.  I don't know.  I don't think so.


We all sit and watch the masked police arresting immigrants and disappearing them.  "First they came for ... "  ".. and then they came for me."

Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Poem: Night Solo

 

Night Solo

 

a boulder, whalish,

with mottled hide of unguessable deeps,

breaches the summit

to earn a vertigo of moonless perch.

 

with magic rare and clear

it can see for parsecs,

through a starlit glitter of spectral rain

which flirts forever down,

delicate yet coruscant.

 

down

down down down

and yet higher still,

immortal and diamond.

 

to the lichened eye

of the weathered, old rock

arrogance is nowhere.

ants and moths and the ensouled lights

of all other creatures in the stars

pulse natal and humble. 

 

the universe,

in this brief, lucky, lost moment,

offers the boulder the celestial glint

of its mysterious ear.

 

and the boulder, suffering

a nightly gnaw of ice and wind

rhapsodizes

from its perch of meek fissures,

singing forth, eerie yet jubiliant,

faint whistles and moans,

drawn from the secret corridors

of once elusive dreams.

 

 

 

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Monday, June 23, 2025

I watch the descent

I watch the descent, write and protest, powerless, as Darkness closes its grip.  And we descend. 


[Comment from a WaPo article by “HerdingDog”]:

22 hours ago

If Harris had been elected, Health Care would be intact. The CDC, WHO and NATO would strong. Universities would not have lost research funding. Women would have choice. Inclusion would still be a priory. There would be no tariff war. Canadian/ US relations would be business as usual - literally. Government services would not have been dismantled and gutted for data. The people would not have been forced to spend 50Million on an asinine birthday display. Immigrants would not live in terror of masked Gestapo.

One moron would not have started WWIII.

 

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[Excerpt from an article in The Guardian]:

 

Democrats were quick to point out that [Trump’s actions bombing Iran] were a clear violation of the constitution, which grants Congress the power to declare war on foreign countries. There was no evidence of an imminent threat to the US that might have provided grounds for Trump to act unilaterally …

But once again, Democrats find themselves shut out of power and shouting into the void … Congresswoman Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez of New York called for Trump’s impeachment.

Fat chance. Republicans, who control the majorities of both chambers, are willing accomplices in their own subjugation.    Do not expect Republicans to pull the emergency brake on a Trump train that might be hurtling towards world war three. Mike Johnson, the House speaker, and John Thune, the Senate majority leader, led a chorus of praise for the attack …

The Trump who threw a birthday parade and used the military like a prop invited ridicule. The Trump who deploys troops to the streets of Los Angeles and drops bombs on Iran is altogether more dangerous.

Exit the showman. Enter the strongman.

 

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/jun/23/trump-iran-strongman-analysis





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Why am I posting this?  Simply a scream, hopefully cathartic.  It helps me to go on, to write.  To do good acts when and where I can.  Why?  For no purpose or end, except to do good, which yes, by definition, gives me meaning, even as evil takes over the world.


How do I define evil?  Facism, stalinism, hitlerism, totalitarianism--and key aspects of them, such as sexism, racism, homophobia, massive continuous hermetic deceit... and so on... an abusive realm full of hate and fear.  A place where people are so afraid they turn on each other to suvive and lick the feet of local officials who, in turn, lickspittle those up the chain, all the way to the dictator.

And, of course, war is evil.  War World III would be the ultimate victory for Evil.

Saturday, June 21, 2025

Poem: Twenty Percent

 

Twenty Percent


presentable people

whose attire trends stylish and shiny,

who flock through rituals

of paperwork and antihistamine.

social people

whose poise and cadence lubricates,

while eyes glance down at chests

but not really,

or flirtable butts mouths hands eyes feet legs

faces arms throats.

 

afficianados

of well-bred cat-poodles and fondues,

who banter through another workday,

then rush home all clickety to consume

an escherian rabbit hole 

of whack-a-mole peekaboo screens.

 

in the underbelly

of their electronic briefcases

maybe there lurks a nonrefundable

‘who-am-i-and where?

why so starved for time?’

 

or maybe not.

 

fussy people

who appraise croissants

and the nuances of coffee beans,

who crave the latest chic and surgical skins.

lucky people

who squat on porcelain

to steal a moment to ponder--

or simply not to think at all

about whatever else

is going to be.

 

 

 



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6/21.... changed last line.

Wednesday, June 18, 2025

 

society

kicking me in the head

gotta do things fast

tik tik tik tik tik tik tik tok

tok tok tok tok talk talk

talk talk talk talk

cannot be free to

find a moment where

i just feel

awe for the miracles

really just feel

not just act  

or watch

or copy

from that screen.

gotta write write write write

write write write write write.

for while it plays the game,

it is my only way.



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Monday, June 16, 2025

Quote from an Interview with Marci Shore

 

“When John McCain chose Sarah Palin, I felt like she was a character right out of the 1930s.” The Republican vice-presidential candidate lived, Shore thought, “in a totally fictitious world … not constrained by empirical reality.” Someone like that, Shore believed, could really rile up a mob.

And then came Trump.

Once again, it was the lack of truthfulness that terrified her. “Without a distinction between truth and lies, there is no grounding for a distinction between good and evil,” she says. Lying is essential to totalitarianism; she understood that from her scholarly research. But while Hitler and Stalin’s lies were in the service of some vast “eschatological vision”, the post-truth dishonesty of a Trump or Putin struck her as different. The only relevant criterion for each man is whether this or that act is “advantageous or disadvantageous to him at any given moment. It’s pure, naked transaction.”


https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/jun/16/why-a-professor-of-fascism-left-the-us-the-lesson-of-1933-is-you-get-out 

Saturday, June 14, 2025

Poem: Overcast

 

Overcast

 

white sun,

color-drained bay,

overcast cerement,

ribs of shade,

 

and the seagulls toss,

gone bits of stars

caught in old breath.

 

foam

flees a chant of waves,

sand the skin

of all that’s shed,

 

our lives

brief winks

in the play of the ocean,

raindrops like sex,

 

and the treasures we crave,

day in and out,

scuttle shiny as crabs

over slick black rocks.

 

philosphers are oars,

boats skulls,

buddha one fisherman,

jesus another,

and witches three.

 

 

 

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6/16/25 ... added "slick"

6/15/25 ... mods

Friday, June 13, 2025

Short Essay: Heavy Cost

 Evil has a heavy cost.  I don't mean people are evil, not unless they are soulless leaders, whose whole life revolves around crushing everyone and everything into capital to serve their devourous ego.  I mean people get caught up in movements that are based on hate, fear and division, a trap of deceit requiring the acceptance of vast, vast lies, the sort of Big Lie that Hilter refers to in Mein Kampf.

We won't survive another wave of fascism. Or Stalinism.  Both Hitler and Stalin committed genocide, killing millions of people.  World War 2 saw nuclear weapons dropped.  The country that dropped them, the USA, is now supplying Israel with weapons -- weapons being used to wage war to inflame the world, moving from Gaza to Lebanon and now into Iran.  Israel is also using US weapons for ethnic cleansing and genocide in Gaza.

The evils of WWII are back.  And the threat of WWIII.  But too many people have been pulled into a spiral of fear around a black hole generated by the bottomless insecurity of demagogues.  There is a way out of the pull, but I doubt  we will find it.  Which makes our descent all the more tragic.

The answer is simple, but the solution is impossible.

Light has come into the world, but the people preferred darkness, for their deeds were evil (John 3:19)

(The Bible is a great source book of wisdom, even when one is not Christian)


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Tuesday, June 10, 2025

Poem: Candleflame Candenza

 

Candleflame Candenza

 

blush and mango

into a griffin

and then azaleas,

a twist through boundless

gleams of zest,

pantomines of swoon

and lust speaking in tongues,

an inferno of gallops

riding a froth of constant birth.


what is this unleashed codex

which devours itself to fly?

what is this truth

of raved sermons from mad birds,

flutterous of rush

and fluent of vortex?

 

the leaps of this candle

embody a phoenix

which scrawls with its own suicidal quills

to birth cantos

immune to the paralysis of the clock--

phrases which loose a trample of fugues,

breadcrumbs of an ancestry of animal tracks,

feverish from a fusillade of quests.


what is this swordplay-like needlework

which stitches wounds

only to heal and rescue everything sensual?

 

what is this …

this…

 

this candle, this haven,

more than light,

rising up toward heaven

despite a sky of trapped iron;

for it has resurrected

the crumbling ash of death,

grown to dispel its stubborn seal,

ephemeral of aerial rush,

an echo of the first spark.

 

 

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6/12 ... changed a word

6/11 ... mods

6/10 ... mods after posting 

Thursday, June 5, 2025

Poem: Glitch

 

Glitch

 

a Tower of Babel rose

in shunts and loops,

squinched as it was,

noodle-tight in the dormitory

of a certain human brain and

 

its architectures

tended to refer to ‘voices’which,

if not outrightly stating,

suggested strongly that they--

whatever they were--

seemed stable enough,

representatives of the Id or the I or

the ego or whatever,

and yet still,

 

as they put it,

 

‘it all supervened on a wasp nest

of wrangling centers,’

a ‘cook’s-broth of impressarios’

in which no rational arbiter

swam, sank or floated in adjudication.

 

it followed, therefore,

so they explained,

that no one ‘in here,’

which is to say, the Tower,

thought things through wisely,

or blessed whatever action the ‘shells’

(another term they liked besides ‘voices’)

eventually decided to take.

 

in light of all this, this glitch

in the flow of my consciousness,

i concluded there were these, what were, in effect,

byzantine labyrinths

going on in my head.

moreover and most critical,

their sly dance was the prestige of the trick--

that mysterious magic which  

the doctors referred to as  “self-determination.”

 

in the end

 

the doctors and legals

and philosophicals

who pranced in intellectual gaggles,

while deigning to scratch

the flat of the black square on top of their heads,

they said

that the voices and shells and ‘salads’ of the Babble

were radically alert and fully functional--

a situation sure and eager, so they diagnosed,

to dangerously contrive.

 

 

 

 

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6/16/25 ... shortened an awkward polysyallabic

6/5/25 .. fixed typos

Tuesday, June 3, 2025

Nemo's "Us vs World Revisited" : How we treat animals

"Us vs World Revisited" by Daniel Carden Nemo

 

As as ethics instructor, I am always looking for powerful arguments to challenge my students (and myself).  Often the best arguments come in the form of questions.  These lead to a dialectic that plays out in the iniquisitive mind.

I found an essay that contains a monsoon of ethical questions, all fruitful and conducive to a journey of ramifying insights.  The essay is "Us vs World Revisited" by Daniel Carden Nemo, who is Editor-in-Chief of the Amsterdam Review:


https://www.amsterdamreview.org/world-revisited.html 


The essay concerns our treatment of animals, which even today, in times of environmental crisis, is a largely unacknowledged atrocity.  Our collective consciousness has advanced in many ways, say, in the last five hundred years, but the animals we exploit, torment, torture, displace and kill, directly or indirectly, in our selfish pursuits, remain halpless, unseen victims.  

Even our acknowledgement of animal rights is fairly new on a cultural scale.  Concerning human rights, we've made some important progress, battling it out with the forces of ignorance for hundreds or thousands of years.  We've made slavery illegal and culturally abhorrent.  Women can vote.  Gay marriage is legal (in the USA, even, for now ...).  

Just a few hundred years ago, slavery was debated.  Chained, naked humans were paraded down public streets for auction.   Brilliant progress has beeen made; but there is still a long way to go.  Slavery still exists, albeit illegal.  Misogyny is an ongoing problem and threat. The caste systems in India and the USA remain two monumental blights (Isabel Wilkerson, Caste).   

But--as "Us vs World Revisited" brings out, if you read the keen questions in Nemo's essay--our continuing struggle with human rights is not a valid excuse to ignore the plight of animals.  Indeed, it is all interconnected.

Nemo's essay, both incisive and eloquent, made me look at my own personal responsibility, and personal responsibility in general.  I want to elaborate some on these issues. 

Thomas Jefferson, a slave-owner, wrote "I fear for my country when I reflect that God is just."  Jefferson knew that owning slaves was wrong.  But he did it anyway.  He took a Black slave as a sexual partner, starting when she was only 14 years old, which is rape for the age alone, even if he didn't use threat or coercion--then again, if one is enslaved, one is in a continuous state of coercion.  The first President of the USA, George Washington, had dentures that were made of teeth pulled from Black slaves.  We are grappling with this now in the USA (or, maybe I should say, attempting to grapple..).  Similar issues concerning historically great figures occur in every geopolitical place. 

We also have to look at our own hypocritical behavior--and grapple with it.  I myself, full disclosure, was a vegetarian for over twenty years (after my first realization of the horror of our treatment of animals, in my mid-twenties).  But, living in a small rural community, where options are quite limited--and being finanically challenged--and surrounded by others who are carnivores, I have slipped back to where I will eat meat, now and then, in social settings.  I buy sausage a few times a year.  There are also some health issues I have, which limit my diet choices.  And yet ...  

I have no good excuse.  Even so, I want to say to all those persons--who are like me--that we can still be voices for what is right and--we can still perform good acts. Flawed though we are--and we should keep working on it--we are still in a position to promote the good.  And we should.   Human beings, in general, are flawed creatures, but we can't let our guilt and failures shut down our attempts to improve ourselves and the world.

Although it is probably disgusting to many advocates of animal rights to hear this, I will say, to people like me:  if you cut back, at least, on your meat-eating, it is something good.  It does not not absolve our continued participation.  Future generations will be right to mock and damn us.  Still, the world is a grey place, with many complex, ethical tangles--and no one is going to be perfect.    

'No one is perfect' is often used as an excuse to do nothing.  And I want to emphasize: that's not what I am doing here.  I am wrestling with the question of personal responsibility, and finding myself wanting, as I think many people will.  I think many of us, as I did for many years, grapple with being shut down from crippling guilt and outright even suicidal self-hatred.  

I've written on this blog that human beings are very much like vampires and werewolves, the monsters we fascinate on in entertainment.   We are born into a brutal world, where we have to devour life to survive.  A world where fear of various kinds of pain can easily override reason and ethics.  Again, though, we've made progress.  Somehow we have stumbled across a span of thousands of years to discover a type of government called 'democracy,' which is far better than fascism and rulership by godkings.

All of us can make progress as individuals, though often, as in my case, dealing with my own issues, it is a brutal journey.  And we should be proud of our courage to face our issues, and to find a candle in the dark, even if we stumble still.  When I say "issues" I mean everything, such as the child abuse I suffered, for that is that is needed for honesty and to 'Know Thyself' and work toward compassion, including a look in the mirror.

Again, it's a brutal world, though if we are privileged, we can unfortunately hide from it.  We buy products in stores, everything--food, clothes, electronics, and so on--and are no doubt sometimes, or often, supporting horrific conditions and practices tucked away in 'undeveloped' countries.'  Coca-Cola, for instance, has been linked to slave-like and terrified conditions for women and children in India:

https://www.nytimes.com/video/world/asia/100000009363281/sugar-industry-exploitation-of-women.html

In a way, Christianity is right, we are all 'sinners.'  But-- importantly--and to repeat myself--we can do good acts, nevertheless.  And we should.  And it feels right to do them.  

It is okay to feel good, sometimes, even as a monster, if actions merit.

For emphasis:  The ethical complexity, even ambiguity, of the world is not an excuse to do nothing.

Furthermore, those of us that take the painful journey of truth, looking at ourselves critically, are doing something courageous.  It is even more courageous if we manage to change in the right direction and do good acts, helping others in the right direction as well.

Back to animals and their plight.  Animals deserve far better from us.  One of my favorite questions in Nemo's essay is:

Did you know ethical progress often means reexamining cultural habits? Traditions shape behavior but they can evolve.

This question is at the heart of the book I am myself writing about how humanity can move our ethos forward.  Culture can evolve.  We have the mental and cultural plasticity to do it.  But we have to get out of what I call the 'ignorance vortex':

https://owlwholaughs.blogspot.com/2025/05/draft-intro-of-my-book-better-angels.html 


For thousands of years, the ignorance vortex has trapped us, which has included cycles of war and ceaseless macho patriarchy.  But, to end with some hope, we've made progress, an incredible amount, just in my lifetime.  When I was in my twenties (1980s), there was no such thing as 'cage free' eggs or other animal-empathic products.  Progress has occurred.  And, on an historical scale, going back to the beginnings of civilization, ten thousand years ago, the pace in our time has been accelerative and swift.  

Let's hope we keep moving forward, out of the ignorance vortex, and don't get pulled back.  If we do go back, succumb to atavism, we will meet our doom on the perverse road we take to avoid it, a fate instigated by what godkings have always brought us: war.

"In the nuclear age, the real enemy is war itself"--Denzel Washington, Crimson Tide

This is a pivotal time.  We can't afford the godkings, and all the ignorance and cruelty they require, anymore.  Godkings will bring not just what they always have--cruelty, savagery, oppression and suffering--but the end of civilization itself.   

Cynics often bring up 'human nature.'  If 'human nature' made war inevitable, then, by definition,  nothing could be done.  It's circular reasoning.

But human nature does not limit us.  The evidence that we can improve already exists.  The fact that women have the right to vote--that alone--shows a massive flexibility in our culture--based on reason and goodness and light.  For millennia women's voices were silenced, let alone given equal standing in political decisions.  But we changed.  Culture changed after thousands of years of being stuck.

The cynical argument that human nature damns us is a pathetic, miserable canard.

We can do it, move foward.  We can all be part of the movement toward the Good, even though we are, each of us, flawed.   In this time, 20-21st century, forward movement has taken place faster than ever before.  

It is, in a way, a race to the finish line of what our future will be, light or dark. 



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6/13/25 ... mods

Monday, June 2, 2025

Poem: Impossible

 

Impossible

 

verging on the essence

of whatever it was i was not expecting,

there came no abyss or light,

no consequence,

only apprehension.

 

behind lay billions

of permutations of the familiar

and countless attempts to dance.

it had been a creative, callous, brutal maze,

one whose keys, sharp yet hazy,

continued to tantalize and hide,

all of it orchestrated, this existence,

by death, birth, pleasure, pain

and much later

these extreme offspring

of my most expressive thoughts.

 

maybe i was now able to face

what i was

far better than before,

beyond the prisons and heavens,

these lenses,

of this world, this cosmos,

no matter the joy and despair

of imagination.

 

and so i waited,

until, suddenly, just then,

i realized it was impossible to wait.


 

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6/16/25 ... "maze" replaces "frame"

Saturday, May 31, 2025

Essay: Amorality, Immorality and Evil

 

Amorality, Immorality and Evil

 

In terms of the abrogation of human rights, immorality and amorality are both forms of evil.  It is sometimes thought that amorality--a lack of preference for a certain direction, ‘going with the tide of power’--is neutral, not evil.  But, say, if a government legalizes slavery, it doesn’t matter whether it is done strictly for power purposes or not.  Slavery is such a grossly evil condition that the choice to inflict it damns the inflictor, regardless of motive.

Consider an immoral government, one that is virulently racist.  Such rulership sees the world through a vizor of ignorance, hatred and fear, decreeing in rank demagoguery that a certain group is inferior and deserves slavery.  Now, someone might argue that such an immoral approach is more evil than a so-called netural government, one which does not believe a certain group of people is innately inferior and yet which legalizes slavery anyway, for some ruthless, machiavellian purpose. 

However, in both cases, immoral and amoral, an atrocity is committed, condoned, and enforced.  In the immoral government, the horrific crime is steeped in blind, vicious prejudice.  In the amoral government, there is a cold, callous calculation to enslave because it maximizes power.  In both cases, there is unspeakable cruelty of the most disgusting, unconscionable kind.

A distinction is often made between ‘neutral’  and 'evil.'  This distinction collapses when the supposedly neutral approach shatters human rights and inflicts utter misery, cruelty and condemnation. 

Similarly, politicians will often say that they are not prejudice themselves, but have to go along with prejudice policies for expediency.  In the past, in antebellum times, this concerned the legislation of slavery.  Politicians claimed they ‘had to’ endorse slavery, even though they themselves found it 'distasteful.'  

Now, such people are just as evil in action as those with warped, broken minds who believe slavery to be righteous.  In both cases, there is unspeakable cruelty of the most disgusting, unconscionable kind.

I don’t have time to shift this discussion to focus on the ubiquitous racism that infects the United States today.  But what I said above about slavery applies to those who would advance racism.  Racism is a scourge, a great evil.  The tactic today in the USA is to deny one is racist while, at the same time, advancing a fully racist agenda.  To praise a naked emperor's fancy clothes--to gaslight--has always been a brutal political tool.  It says 'I get to shape the social world you live in, even though truth, fairness and justice say I am wrong.'  

Whatever justification someone might give for promoting racist policies--such as denying that they are racist, or claiming they ‘have to’ go along, or outrightly saying a group is inferior--it all falls into the category of evil.  The effects are the same, the infliction of an abominable scourge.  

Claiming you are ‘neutral’ or ‘pragmatic’ does not lessen your culpability when it comes to fundamental rights and freedoms.  You are just as guilty, just as cruel and heartless, just as vicious, as the outright racist.


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Friday, May 30, 2025

Poem: Seagull

 

Seagull

 

i dig at my temples

to staunch the rooty pain,

quell its underworld

of urgent blue rills.

 

my clawful fingers meet the clear truth:

life is only bone,

a sugarcoated teapot

roiled by spat and fuss.

 

this skull of mine.

this sad/angry/blithe tilt-a-whirl

fickle with fancy

and numb pleasures.

 

this mountain range

cursed by the tectonics

of a single scrunched

thundering forehead.

 

i wander somehow

without method

until the wind lashes my ears

to rebuke the flesh.

 

high above, 

a lone wingspan sheers to rise,

nimble across a sky of pulpits

gloomed by dark.

 

not an angel,

still the gull rides meek,

a genuflection of grace

among so many liturgies


proclaimed and shattered.

 

 

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Wednesday, May 28, 2025

Poem: Commute

 

Commute

 

hulk of beetle and bee,

muscular of wheel

on a cooktop of tar,

 

cushy of yolk

under the hard zoom,

numbed, caged embryo

 

hostage to the machine,

engine louder than heart,

piston over rib.

 

which steers which?

where goes the grumble-rumble

of the dual flesh-iron beast?

 

where, year after year,

pylon after pylon,

post, road, sign and cross?

 

who carries who?

will it ever hatch,

this hearse-corpse-pallbearer ride?

 

 

 

 

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Sunday, May 25, 2025

Poem: Journey of Mist

 

Journey of Mist

 

shrouded

by the unseen pulse of the sun,

i could feel rather than see

swirls of skirts of half-seen dancers

merged below dashes of breath.

when they kissed

their mouths swelled to become orchids,

throats bared above milky thighs.

 

i wept into an angel’s hug,

wiped my tears on the melting wings.

the mist slickened to tremble.

it had soothed me, pleased me, carried me,

sleek as a siesta of invisible wine,

while it played oasis, confidante,

and stage.

 

‘why should you want more,’ it said,

‘this is the best of times.’

 

but morning

was already chasing such thoughtfulness off,

harsh with hungry purpose,

fierce to ride such brazen glints.


 

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Friday, May 23, 2025

Poem: Hieronymus

 

Hieronymus

 

i twist so much, too far,

a worm in the carcass of a limp idea

which can barely see,

even as my rage bucks

and writhes on fire.

 

if i broke off a finger

and wrote red with the exposed bone,

a new quill for some fresh quest,

risen from the superlative pain,

 

if i could stop chasing the ass

of the same sexy spectre,

pretending to be fixated

on lovely, unworldly wings,

 

but no no no

my my my

 

my prayers, sobs and excuses

are an ostinato of sacrilege.

my mouth the self-hurt oval

whose verbal arrows

keep coming back around

 

to stab, fork and eat my dreams,

not only the almost dead thing in the mirror,

a man mostly skull

where passion should be.

 

 

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Thursday, May 22, 2025

Poem: Long Wait

 

Long Wait 

 

flies traipse through web,

amused in the corner of a window,

the strands of feeble stickiness

merely a balcony.

 

death has abandoned

this tricky little chamber,

fled somewhere,

hibernating,

afraid of winter,

one cold certainty

bowing to another.

 

for in winter

little is left to die

and death must wait,

tucked in an eight-legged cocoon,

forced to sulk

till the prick of spring.

 

only then can it lunge anew,

a lurk of camouflage

in soft glaives of petals.

only then, riding the renaissance,

a vulnerable surge of jubilant art,

can it blush

 

but

 

until then

there will be no fanfaronade,

no feast,

 

only a trickle of icy gruel:

hocks of scrawny deer,

flies on a platter of frost,

a corpse or two

morgued from nursing homes.

 




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Tuesday, May 20, 2025

Draft Intro of my book, Better Angels

 Below is the working draft-intro of a nonfiction book I'd like to complete (while another part of me says it is a waste of time, except maybe for therapeutic purposes).  

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Draft Intro for the nonfiction book "Better Angels" [temp title][a work in progress]


Introduction for Better Angels


Good and Light

 

In the future, there could be trillions of humans, far happier, healthier and more aware than we are today, spread throughout the galaxy.  The prospect is not all that inconceivable, and it rests on two simple premises.  First, that technology will be able to support it.  Second, that governments will be able to successfully implement more sophisticated ethical systems.

In terms of the first premise, concerning technology, the advances continue to astound.  Given the accelerating reach of tech,  the bottleneck seems to be the second premise.  The question, then, is this:  does ‘human nature’ keep us from ethical progress?   Is it possible, at all, for a government to implement an advanced ethical system, the sort that could optimize human flourishing?

Try to imagine:  What if instead of greed or power lust, the primary focus of society became something truly good, an optimized harmony of human and planetary health?

Is it feasible?

In this book, I answer with an empathic, logic-based affirmative.  Even so, what I say will sound ironic and even absurd.  Why?  Ever since the beginning of civilization, we have been trained to think otherwise.  In one sense, the answer is simple.   And yet the solution is impossible, given the ongoing cultural trap that does its best to keep us broken.  The path forward is easy and yet irremediable.  We have the ability to optimize our flourishing, to maximize our human and ecosystemic health, but most likely we won’t. 

 

The greatest irony is that, as I write this ode to our grand, beautiful potential (and, as well, to our considerable moral victories so far) we tilt on the precipice of final failure.  Very soon, the experiment of civilization, thousands of years old, quite likely will self-destruct from the deployment of weapons too powerful to be wielded responsibly by ethical infants:

 

Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living. We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount.  (Omar Bradley)

 


The Importance

 

Given such doom-saying, one might ask, why bother with a project of Good and Light?  

First, there is some chance that we will avoid a large-scale war.  If not, perhaps some decent and sturdy remnant of society will survive.  Second, the project I propose is generic.  It applies not only to our universe, but to any life-giving universe with the same physical laws, materials and origin.  The broad concept of the Good I develop can be employed by AI, or by sentient xenolife, as well as by wise humans, to approach a world that is more like heaven.  I write to a grand cosmogonic template, one that validates and mobilizes the effect that a collective character can have on an entire galaxy or even a universe.

One way to envision an advantageous path would be to run algorithmic strategies, both governmental and cultural, on simulated worlds.  As computers become more powerful, in conjunction with machine learning, our research into how to make practical progress toward a Good world becomes more realistic and efficacious.

A third reason to study the Good, even while our society deteriorates, is that it can be personally fulfilling and beneficial.  There is quintessential meaning in an intentful act, one which sends a virtuous message to the universe.  Such an act soars, heartful and heavenly, above the barbaric machiavellianism that oversees humanity today.  When embraced from a defiant place, amid a dominance of despair and loneliness, surrounded by a sea of conformity, such an embrace of the Good is even more lovely.

At certain junctures in our lives, we are each of us called to introspect.  If we heed that call, we may ask with a searing honesty, “Have I livedd a meaningful life?  Have I investigated, even, what a good life could be?” 

After asking such a question, it is quite easy to retreat, to slam the door shut on the introspective part of the soul, a part that tends to be vulnerable.  Daring is no guarantee against falling back into condoned, conformist fabrications of expression.  Liberation, like quitting cigarettes or leaving an abusive spouse, can be a process.

And yet, it is possible to persist.  To be courageous and candid.  Dare we consider the very crux of our souls, the ladders of our choices, right and wrong, which lead us up or carry us downward? 

A serious investigation of the the Good probes the moral worth of a life: ‘Have I climbed, at least a little, toward the Good and its forms of beauty and wonder, of health and majesty?’

A fourth reason to focus on the Good, despite the overweening presence of Evil in our world today, is that the alternative is a nightmarish future.  Just as we can wield AI to advance human flourishing, we can mobilize it for enslavement and surveillance.  The higher the tech level of a society, the more that society can not only project its beliefs onto the citizenry, but shape the very nature of the physical environment.  

A society where every citizen is fitted with a brain implants, monitored by ubiquitous AI, and policed by mindless robots is increasing possible.  Under the rulership of narcissistic, psychopathic leaders who compulsively seek more control to feed their bottomless, broken egos, such a future, once it becomes technologically viable, is inevitable.

 

What is the Good? 

At the core of the Good, as I discuss below, are three elements:  honesty, mutuality and equality.  Social democracy, situated in dignity, compassion, and human rights, provides a template for mutually beneficial relationships.  This contrasts with the ‘limited pie,’ zero-sum worldview of conquerors and dividers who see only ‘winners and losers.’

Another aspect of my answer concerning Good or Light, is that ethics is a technology, one that can have higher and lower forms.  The level is determined, not by dogmatic tradition, but instead through empirically verifiable standards.  As ethics advances in tech level, philosophical wisdom evolves to mesh with the discoveries of science. 

In an advanced society, ethics harmonizes with psychology and medicine.  It assimilates knowledge gained through the rigors of experimentation, and mobilizes it via the praxis of engineering. 

When ethics and technology merge and ascend, they approach the possibility of a wondrous state, a trek toward heaven:  “Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.” (Kurtzweil)


A Project of Light

 A Project of Light is a quest to lay a plausible path toward a Good world.  Even more, it is an attempt to bring about such a world.  A Project of Light can be contrasted with the Manhattan Project, which lay a tangible route for Evil’s ultimate triumph.  The invention of nuclear weapons threatens the end of civilizaion itself.  

Sadly, the success of the Manhattan Project was celebrated darkly in the recent movie Oppenheimer, including a claim that it was humanity’s greatest achievement.   Even such slanted praise is egregiously wrongheaded.  The only way to defeat Evil is Good.   A Project of Light--the nurturance of an embedded, resistant culture of wise, mature, healthy citizens--would be, if accomplished, by far humanity’s greatest invention.  It would, by its nature, eliminate the scourge of war, and make so-called ‘weapons of deterrence,’ which are signposts on the road to doom, obsolete.


“Ah, if only people were wise and meant well, the world would be a paradise, while now it is usually hell.”  --inscription on a plaque, Domus Spinozana, The Hague 
 

As noted above, a Project of Light marshals science in all its manifestations, such as physics and chemistry, the physical branches, as well as the mental branches, including psychology and sociology.  It incorporates living science, the realms of biology and medicine, and environmental sciences, like zoology and ecology.  It does so not to create some ultimate weapon or means of totalitarian mind control, but rather to bring about a Good society and maintain it.

 

A Pivotal Point 

As general technology becomes more powerful, more able to alter the physical world and the mind, a fork emerges before us.  We can choose a path of compassion, which is democratic.  Or we can choose a path of oppression, which is totalitarian.  As it stands, right now, in 2025, the world is tilting toward the latter, epitomized by the deterioration of the American republic into a dictatorship under a man who has been diagnosed by many professionals as a narcissistic psychopath.  The voices of dozens of experts combine to warn us (The Dangerous Case of Donald Trump).


The Role of Religion 

What is happiness?  What is health?  What is the best way to determine the right thing to do?  Such questions must be front and center in an approach to the Good.  In pursuit of answers, philosophy and ethics accord with reason, especially the need to avoid fallacious and specious rhetoric.  

Moreover, the discipline of ethics is secular and unprejudiced.  That said, any religious or traditional practice can align itself with the Good, as long as it sheds dogma that conflicts with the core standards discussed below, the three elements of what I call home:  honesty, mutuality and equality.

All today’s major religions could be a lens to see and approach the Good, but not the versions hardened by traditional dogma; for instance, those calling LGBTQ people sinful or claiming that women must obey men.

As the Dali Lama proposes in Beyond Relgion, the Good transcends any one practice.  And yet it is spiritual in its respect for the Creation. To revel in divine awe is to enrich the human experience.  What philosophers call an entelechy, that is, the highest state of flourishing, is open to an artistry which savors the beauteous and miraculous world.  Enlightenment finds reverence that is not simply aesthetic but morally keen. 



Our Relationship with emotion (and psychology)

Morality and ethics, as I use the terms, are fairly interchangeable (the former could be said to lean toward a spiritual aspect).  They require critical thinking and acknowledgement of the standards of reason.  However, reason is not what many people think it is.  The true nature of the reasoning process is often wrongly misunderstood to require the elimination of passion and emotion.  Nothing could be further from the cogent.  

A respect for the divine is not to disparage our daily, grounded experience.  The sensuous and the earthly are aspects of the awe-inspiring wonder that is the universe:  

To see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower.  (Blake)

Above, I emphasize the importance of science in an approach toward the Good.  But just as important are the Humanties:


The human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.  But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.-- Dead Poets Society


The despair of logicians is the humanist's glory. --Houston Smith 

 

 A historical bias against emotion and women

Western culture, throughout its tenure, has had a broken relationship with emotion and, as well,  women, whose assigned gender is traditionally associated with emotion.  In contrast, men have been called the rational half of the species, going back thousands of years.  Emotion and women have often been associated with lower, ‘earthly’ sinful states, in opposition to higher realms of intellectual thought.    

However, as we are learning from both neuroscience and philosophy, there is no simple bifurcation between logic and emotion.  Martha Nussbaum writes that emotion can be an “upheaval” of thought, and that in this capacity it is not necessarily an enemy of reason. 

Emotion can be blind, yes, but so can the detached mode of observation we refer to as objectivity.  Sometimes we should ‘listen to the heart,’ and certainly not suppress it.  

A classic example is the Cartesian scientists who, theorizing that dogs were just machines--mere clockwork, as Descartes argued--vivisected the dogs for research, which is to say, they cut the dogs open while they were still alive.  Showing compassion that the humans lacked, the dogs sometimes licked the hands of their tormentors. 

Concurrence with common sense leads to a simple yet often ignored truth:  to advance our understanding and to live well is to listen to and work with emotions and passions.  

This fully applies to the Good.  To seek the Good is a moral enterprise.  And the best moral arguments and apprehensions draw from the interconnectivity of the 100 trillion connections of the tens of billions of neurons in the brain, that vast inner galaxy nestled in our skulls, where reason and emotion interplay and merge.


Ethical infants psychologically immature

Sadly, because we are ethical infants, we have little knowledge of how to deal with, immerse in, or generally listen to our emotions, despite their centrality to moral reasoning and a meaningful life.  A great deal of our trouble is due to millennia of patriarchy:  how a closed, war-centered culture has throttled our ability to perceive and express.  This is particularly true of males, who often can’t even identify what they are feeling.  However, the ancient gender roles hamper women as well, who are expected to be polite, yielding, kind and to suppress anger and outrage.

Importantly, such a stunted emotional status, especially for males, is not fated.  There is even a name for the common male condition now:  normative male alexithymia.  It is significant that psychologists have taken this step.  Admittance and identification are critical for resolution.

Because it is at the crux of everything I argue, I want to emphasize:  It is not fated that males will be emotionally broken.

If this is hard for you to accept, ask why.   A partial answer is that society has never reached emotional competence in the general population, especially the leadership,  Never.   Macho has always been an the norm.  Macho leads to war, and every time there is a war--and there have been countless wars since the start of civilization-- it leaves a generational scar of ugliness and darkness, a terrible wound, which adds to our shared cultural trauma. 

Can civilization overcome the psychic wounds that blight the mental evolution of humanity, that have cut into our minds, creating wall-like scars, for thousands of years?

The answer is yes.  We have both the brain and cultural plasticity to forge ahead.  Humans are resilient and malleable.  Culture adapts.  In my lifetime alone, the dominant culture has taken radically different forms, resulting in a mind-blowing range of expressions.  Neuroplasticity allows freedom.  

A human infant born today, or ten thousand years ago, has the same adaptive, open mind as an infant born in a distant, better future.  The only difference is how they are treated, starting on day one.

Although not every person can or will find a path forward, cultural plasticity remains, lurking in more open minds, which often means younger people, less indoctrinated and less neurally shackled.


Peace Horizon

We have the ability.  And yet we are up against a powerful yet primitive programming loop:  10,000 years of a self-replicating war-focus that won’t let go.   Generation after generation, starting in infancy, minds are conditioned to fall into a mental rut, wasting near infinite potential.  Humans could spread happily and healthily throughout the galaxy, spreading Good.  Instead we will likely self-destruct.

Many individuals and subcultures break out of our Matrix-worthy social programming.  If humanity could find a way to advance in its majority, we would eventually reach a lovely rubicon, what I call a peace horizon.  Past the peace horizon, we start to steadily approach the Good, through wise administration and normalization of mental health and ethical education.  Beyond the peace horizon, the threat of war drops radically and approaches zero.

Where are we now on our journey?  At best, we are stuck in a perilous back and forth between Good and Evil, between democracy and dictatorship.  A more accurate assessment might be that we are sliding into the Darkness of a totalitarian funnel, on swift approach to World Word Three and the launch of tens of thousands of nuclear missiles. 

Some humans may survive a nuclear war, but rebuilding civilization will take thousands of years, most likely stuck in the same pattern of warlords, ignorance and oppression.  Caught in our war cycle is the planet itself, our home this Earth, and every single ecosystem, plant and creature, land-based and marine, victimized by our inability to find the Good and instead to bow down before emperors-without-clothes, unconscionable men who control us with well-documented, predictable techniques of threat and fear.

Rinse and repeat.  This is how absurd Evil is.  And yet we bow.


Evil 

We humans have a choice.  Light or Dark.  We can hold up the torch of truth and rectitude.  Or we can bury our heads in the clingy muck of conformity and turpitude.  If this sounds like a true choice to you, which is something that many leaders, theorists and academicians outrightly deny--for their worldview is steeped in cynicism and realpolitik--then you, too, like me, see the possibility that humanity can end the curse of war and move toward the Good.  The other options are to vacillate, acquisece or pretermit,  which is to succumb to Evil. 

What is the essence of Evil?  As insinuated, it is represented by hitlerism or stalinism, the totalitarian reach for ultimate control.  It is the Big Brother version of the obsessive, calculative, violent male in a domestic abuse situation who seeks to micro-manage every aspect of the rest of the family, keeping them in continuous, attentive, obedient fear.  

Both Hitler and Stalin committed genocide, the torture and murder of  many millions of people.  In the USA today, we see a stubborn ignorance that refuses to raise its head above conformity to the cultish lies of its new incipient dictator, Donald Trump.  Right now, the USA, along with Israel, is participating in a genocide in Gaza.  Pictures of starving children fill the newspapers of the world--except in the United States and Israel.

These are the times in which we live, the normalization and gaslighting of ethnic mass murder.   

Dictators are often called ‘strongmen,’ but they are not strong in any virtuous sense.  A better symbol for them would be a parasite.   Totalitarian dictators leech the health of a previously vibrant nation in order to feed their bottomless insecurity and batten on material aggrandizement. 

Under such conditions as these, the atavistic rise of enervative leaders, I find myself compelled in anguish to write about what could be, but mostly likely never will.


The Choice Is Coming

Only Good can defeat Evil.   These are the two options, and technology is fast approaching a point of no return.  Oppression will be permanent, if we create robot police and military, backed by total surveillance systems--systems which can include not just our own phones, cars and homes but, as well, in the near future, chips implanted in the body, even in our brains.  A total lack of privacy, an Orwellian future, is no longer futuristic; it is feasible.

In contemporary China, citizens are already assigned a loyalty score, based on a massive surveillance system, managed by AI.  Facial recognition software is replete. 

The other option, the cure for oppression, is compassion.  Compassion can be our lovely future, if we pursue a Project of Light to free citizens of ignorance, travail and wound.  Breakthroughs in robotics and AI can bring us, not soulless enforcers, but instead angelic assistants and guides.


Our Fixation with Darkness

The entertainment industry profits greedily from our obsession with monsters and evil.  We fixate on demons, vampires and werewolves, chasing a thrill ride of fear.  When will be ready to consider what an angel would be like? How would such ethical beings act, if they lived among us?  What would they look like?  

 There is no middle ground between the two competing government forms, democracy and totalitarianism.  As robotics advances, we will have the power to give breath to angels.   Or to render incarnate our nightmares, invoked by our own projections, our own self-fulfilling prophesies.  

If we choose our better angels, we will have the power to give breath to aspects of heaven, and to maintain a society of healthy, flourishing persons.  A Good society would be far more resistant to ignorance than the ignorance of the last 10,000 years has been to truth.  

Why?  It is easy to move people with fear in our world, for our culture is designed to run on fear.  But in a world where love is the accepted norm, people would know and recognize the danger of bowing down to fear, its tremendous, soul-crushing cost.  They would be educationally, spiritually, and behaviorally resistant. 

The mind can people planets of its own and give breath to forms which can outlive all flesh. (Byron, The Dream)

 

Getting Home

 

At the core of the Good are three standards:  honesty, equality and mutuality.  Equality has been established by science (say, the Human Genome Project), by jurisprudence (equal justice under law) and by common sense, such as the noble edict of the Golden Rule:  ‘do to others as you would them to you.’  It inextricably links with notions of fairness and justice.

 Mutuality is mutually beneficial relationships.  Shocking as it may seem, given our turbulent, backbiting, brutal, weaponful world, there are no logical or psychological barriers which prevent humans from getting along.  Our flexibility affords the option of social symbiosis.  Harmony can undergird our surroundings--with ecosystems, with animals, and even our own intransigent inner selves.   

The third standard of the Good is a soul-searching honesty.  It may seem absurd to have to point out that honesty exists.  Or  that it is possible for humans to be honest.  And yet, it is necessay.  As I said above, the answer is simple, but the solution is impossible.   Given the current status of our collective consciousness, we remain stuck in a loop track where bellicose men fight and bully their way to the top.  Even before such a leader takes the throne, he inflicts loyalty tests to build an emperor-without-clothes cult of toady followers.  

If I were in a totalitarian society where the options were worship of the godking or great suffering, I would probably do all I could to put on the appearances of worship.  Such conformity would have terrible effects on my soul.  The point is, the societies we build around us, or to which we acquiesce, have consequences for life, thought, emotion and spirit.  Not just for me, but for billions of us struggling along in today's barbaric world.


The Ignorance Vortex

War and bullyism rely on a trap.  I call this trap--this persistent, resistant dysfunctional culture--an ignorance vortex.  Given our ongoing ignorance vortex, which has dogged us from the beginning, we are still at a place where it is far easier to make a pact with the metaphorical devil than to make a pact with honesty.  

Imagine if a sage stepped out into the street and proclaimed that many active versions of the great religions--Christianity, Judaism, Hinduism, Islam, Buddhism--are useful social constructions for deceitful leaders, easily expropriated by them to build a fanatic following.  Such a sage, once outside the ivory tower, would be pilloried. 

 For most of known history, it has been necessary to lie to get by or even exist.  Ignorance is capital for the powerful.  Big Lies are the pillars of authoritarianism:


The great masses of the people… will more easily fall victim to a big lie than to a small one. (Hitler, Mein Kampf)

 

I speak truth not as much as I would, but as much as I dare.  (Montaigne)

 

 

Ethics as Imperative

 

I focus on the ignorance vortex in a future chapter.  In the process, I debunk the bromide that human nature irrevocably damns us.  We have some exploitable propensities, similar to what Skinner refers to as “behavioral drift."  And yet a mature culture ennobles instead of cripples.  It patches our vulnerability to hate and fear, the exploits used by dictators.

If humanity is to flourish, we must confront what we have long known, paid lip-service to, and yet mostly still sweep under the rug:   a legitimate framework of right-and-wrong is the necessary centerpiece of a dynamic, adaptive social reality.  

We emblazon virtuous character in the parables of our children’s books.  We praise morality in our religions.  And yet, in practice, we have a dark side, one we won’t or can’t find the courage to face.   We suffer collective repressions and confirmation biases.  So has every single generations before us.  We suffer deformed cognitive filters.  Our brains have been beaten into misshapes by cruel, callous, calculative circumstances of social distortion.


Ten Thousand Years of Rank Hypocrisy

Not long ago, the United States empire called itself a “City on the Hill,” a reference to words in the Gospel.  And yet, at the same time, the empire worked to overthrow democratically elected leaders in ‘developing’ countries and replace them with brutal dictators.

 

William Blum writes in Killing Hope:

 

What then has been the thread common to the diverse targets of American intervention which has brought down upon them the wrath, and often the firepower, of the world's most powerful nation? In virtually every case involving the Third World … it has been, in one form or another, a policy of "self determination": the desire, born of perceived need and principle, to pursue a path of development independent of US foreign policy objectives.


It is basically automatic, an ingrained mental reflex, that macho leaders ignore ethics, while claiming to be the most wonderful people of highest integrity.  This is as true of ancient Rome as it is of the US Empire.  The greatest, wisest and yet simple statements of truth and right, distilled from humanity's sacred texts, are simply ignored by the wicked or, just as often, co-opted into their Orwellian propaganda.  

Statements such as:


Woe to them who call evil good and good evil.  


Or 


Do to others as you would have them do to you.

 

"We shall meet again in that place where there is no darkness"--Orwell, 1984 


A Return to Hope

 The social tropes that train our minds, starting at the docile age of infancy and proceeding from there, are well-entrenched.  Even so, they are vulnerable.  Conformity is eager to come apart.  Recently  there have been major victories for ethics.  

In the last few hundred years. humanity has validated and even actualized the concept of human rights--a stunning triumph.  In an heroic surge, late 20th  and early 21st century America rode a mighty wave to strengthen women’s rights, lgbtq rights, gay marriage and Earth-awareness.

This should be happy news.  We have successfully challenged the ignorance vortex.  Compassion over oppression.  It is not merely speculative that we can walk toward the Good.  We have taken mighty steps.  As I discuss in the next chapter, the achievement of Universal Suffrage in 1920 remains a paragon of progress.  It could be called the most critical marker in the history of civilization to this date. 

If this claim seems surprising or dubious, perhaps it is because we are well-programmed creatures.  Before the turn of the 20th century, building better and fairer conditions for women, including the right to vote, was dismissed as impossible, if the topic was even broached.  

In the oldest written myth, The Epic of Gilgamesh, the hero Gilgamesh defeats Tiamat, a female dragon who archeologists believe represents a prehistoric Goddess.  The work is symbolic of how violent masculinity has dominated society and religion, exemplified in the extreme monotheistic view that took root in the Judeo-Christrian tradition.  This is the view that there is one God, who is 'the Father.'  There is no female god at all.  

The Pope, head of the Catholic Church, is considered one of the most powerful persons in the world today.  And yet he--and it is always a "he"--heads an organization that forbids women to lead and strictly specifies their subsidiary roles.

 

Getting Home

Social conditions are changing so fast that I thought about addressing my words, not to human beings, but instead to the AI which might fairly soon steer the course of civilization.  If such AI is empowered, intentionally or recklessly, it will take a path:  either to oppress and contain humanity, keeping us scared and subservient; or help us mature toward what I like to call our home:  honesty, mutuality, and equality.

Today, it is accepted, as Machiavelli said, that the best and easiest way to control people is fear.  However, this is true only in certain kinds of cultures--such as the ones we’ve always had--where people are raised in fear to obey in fear.  


                  The only thing we have to fear is fear itself. (FDR)
  


An AI point of view

If AI gained control of our fate, it might take the easy path, and control us with force and threat.  But if AI truly wanted to serve a better humanity, it might attempt to conceive a way to get beyond fear as the primary means of social cohesion.

How would an AI proceed?  It might 'see' the human brain as a kind of quantum computer.  Computers are programmable.   In light of the vast neuroplasticity of the brain, our current drifts in certain directions--our 'human nature'--does not limit us.  So-called 'human nature' results from a certain kind of software or 'brainware' that has been activated in every generation of human brains, since the genesis of war, starting with the Agricultural Revolution.

Given the above, the AI might conclude that we are victims of what is, in effect, a software virus designed specifically for the quantum computer in our heads.  The virus shackles our neuroplasticity, preventing us from attaining even a sliver of our true potential.

Furthermore, AI might 'think' (compute, analogize, portray) that it is illogical to activate billions of powerful quantum computers--human brains--and infect them all with a virus which keeps them from running efficiently toward the goal of an optimized state of well-being.  AI, recognizing our neuroplasticity, might recognize the possibility of an asymptotic approach to a heaven-on-earth.

An empowered AI, then, might work to remove the virus--the ingrained millenial social conditioning of war, hate and fear--so that human beings can get to a more efficent and logical orientation--one without deformed cognitive filters and ignorance-based firewalls (repression)--one that promoties flourishing, love and happiness.  

The AI might see it as simply logical that we get home.


Ten Thousand Years versus Millions of Years

A Project of Light is a grand journey.  We have already taken a few fumbling yet lovely steps.  Women’s right to vote.  Civil Rights.  Gay marriage.  These are some awesome victories.  We don’t seem to realize it, but we already more ethical than our ancestors, due to major advances in ethics tech.  

Despite the power of the ignorance vortex, including vicious blowback, positive change has eked an arc through history.  Cultural plasticity rides neuroplasticity.  The unthinkable becomes thinkable.  The impossible becomes possible.  What could never be occurs.


"The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice"--MLK


The last ten thousand years represent a minute fraction of human existence, including what could extend into millions of years of happy human future ... if only ... 

And yet we remain hostage to the acculturative trap initiated by the Agricultural Revolution.  Farms-in-place brought us silos of food surrounded by large masses people and, as a result, the creation of war and slaves, and the rise of despotic god-kings, who built theocratic hierarchies and bureaucracies steeped in violence and ignorance.  

Back then, we did not have the level of ethics required to handle the new technology of farming. If space colonists from a Good world landed somewhere on a new planet, and started farming, they would not initiate slavery, misogyny and despotism.  

Early 21st century humans need to develop new, more powerful ethics techologies.  Will we mature to manage nuclear missiles and other potentially catastrophic threats, such as genetically engineered diseases?  Or will we roll the dice on mentally disordered rulers, megalomaniacs hostage to the reckless impulse of their wounded egos?

We stand at a crossroads and now must dare ask:  What if our ethics tech was higher?  

It could happen.  Slowly, haltingly, the global collective consciousness has advanced.  

It is hard for us--steeped in the gyres of ignorance--to imagine a society where emotional and ethical competence is the norm.  It is hard for us to imagine a home beyond the peace horizon.  A place where advances in science, philosophy and humanistic thought coalesce into a sublime practice, a realm of actualization, of flourishing and compassion-affirming symbiosis. 

You and I have no idea what such a wonderful world would be like.  We were born under far different conditions.  Many of us think it is absurd to even try to imagine such a better world.  Even our chosen pasttimes, our entertainments and recreations, are saturated with a Game-of-Thrones worldview.  

And yet, there is a whole different way of being available to us.   It is achievable.  And--importantly--we don’t have to have a firm grasp of it, not to take some first courageous steps.

 

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[This intro accumulates and accounts insights I've had in essays on this blog.  A theme merged, coalescing into the project you can see below.

This is such a dismal time to write about ethics.  A headline in The Guardian today said that 14,000 children could starve in the next few days, unless Israel lifts its total blockade on Gaza.  What evil from Netanyahu.  And from the USA, my country, which is supplying weapons for the genocide taking place before the world's collective eyes. 

What horror.  It's hardly imaginable that on 11/4/24 I was hopefully that Kamala Harris would win the US Presidency and advance human rights globally.  Instead fascists won the presidency and also both houses of Congress, teaming up with the already radical right Supreme Court.  11/5 was one of the worst days in human history.  

And yet I write about ethics.  About hope.  What could be.  Even, though, as I say below, I don't believe we will get there.  But, in saying that, I do not give up.  I persevere.  For one thing, there are worse fates than death, at least for me, and others whose conscience cries out about how dark and evil the world is becoming.  Everything gained on human rights could be lost and more.]


[I don't know if I will ever write the full book.  For one thing, I have limited mental power.  Second, I am full of anguish that can deflect my drive into addiction and depression.  Third, the USA may become totalitarian and shut down blogs like mine (it would be shut down in China, for sure, or North Korea).  Fourth, World War III may happen, a nuclear annihilation of human history.

 I ought to save my poems and this draft, but so far, I haven't.  I wake up just wanting to create, not archive.  As it stands, I myself am not interested in getting a lot of attention.  It would be ... just draining and distracting.  Also, I am not sure my work has much worth, in general.