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against object, subject bound to non-subject. Similarly, our assertion of the Otherness
is not about propriety. It is at the heart of what cannot be said, or thought, but is all
about both common sense, intuition, and the fantastic beasts that surround all consciousness, no matter what we think or perceive.
At the Buddhist energy core (irrespective of school or tradition) this “heart” is
most generously revealed by delineations between metta and vipassana meditation,
concentration and insight, as if to declare that such “practices” yield a meaningful
mindfulness. Dharma (nature) explodes upon consciousness like some lineup of
political candidates in a caucus, the brain lending itself to an arena of competition
at the expense of the awesome truth of an agonizing solipsism. You catch all of its
signs at once. Not merely in our approach to aardvarks, lichen, or monkeys of the
Pithecia genus, or in our mass shootings, but in the everyday wholesale business of
capitalism.
Like all systems that apotheosize money and an anthropocentric, human dominated continuum, the demographic trends suggest that the air pollution in Belgrade
is more likely to name the future than a hammock and bathing stream. While consciousness easily configures and elaborates upon this problem of opposite scenarios
abiding simultaneously in the mind, amphetamizing fears, falling back upon calm,
it just as readily bypasses any everyday turmoil that would and should come of it,
rejecting pessimism on principle, refusing to disseminate by word of mouth or other
media the very idea of negative interest, combat, injury, terrorism, fear of the future.
This anti-intellectualism, as it has variously been characterized generation after
generation, builds upon the Utopian superego paradigm: That we breathe, dream,
eat, and live with no problems, at the zenith of Creation.
90.2 That Exile Embodied Consciousness
The most persuasive underlying argument among many to explain this exile of
consciousness is the reality that we, our species, our taxonomic anomaly is somehow no longer a true member of any ecological community, having escaped the
unruly, ugly, grim reminders of an all too brutal biology. We’ve swept clean the
mud floors, purged our bowels, washed our hands, installed air conditioning,
blinds, and blinders in every other sense to segregate our body parts and megacity
filth from the estimated 32 million rats in New York City or the unknown powers
of magnitude defining the number of eggs laid annually by the 4600 Blattodea
and 190 Lepismatidae family cockroaches, silverfish, and the like within human
communities. These boundless insect populations circulating busily beneath our
conurbations are not ordinarily lauded for their biodiversity assets, though they
should be (Fig. 90.3).
90.2 That Exile Embodied Consciousness
against object, subject bound to non-subject. Similarly, our assertion of the Otherness
is not about propriety. It is at the heart of what cannot be said, or thought, but is all
about both common sense, intuition, and the fantastic beasts that surround all consciousness, no matter what we think or perceive.
At the Buddhist energy core (irrespective of school or tradition) this “heart” is
most generously revealed by delineations between metta and vipassana meditation,
concentration and insight, as if to declare that such “practices” yield a meaningful
mindfulness. Dharma (nature) explodes upon consciousness like some lineup of
political candidates in a caucus, the brain lending itself to an arena of competition
at the expense of the awesome truth of an agonizing solipsism. You catch all of its
signs at once. Not merely in our approach to aardvarks, lichen, or monkeys of the
Pithecia genus, or in our mass shootings, but in the everyday wholesale business of
capitalism.
Like all systems that apotheosize money and an anthropocentric, human dominated continuum, the demographic trends suggest that the air pollution in Belgrade
is more likely to name the future than a hammock and bathing stream. While consciousness easily configures and elaborates upon this problem of opposite scenarios
abiding simultaneously in the mind, amphetamizing fears, falling back upon calm,
it just as readily bypasses any everyday turmoil that would and should come of it,
rejecting pessimism on principle, refusing to disseminate by word of mouth or other
media the very idea of negative interest, combat, injury, terrorism, fear of the future.
This anti-intellectualism, as it has variously been characterized generation after
generation, builds upon the Utopian superego paradigm: That we breathe, dream,
eat, and live with no problems, at the zenith of Creation.
90.2 That Exile Embodied Consciousness
The most persuasive underlying argument among many to explain this exile of
consciousness is the reality that we, our species, our taxonomic anomaly is somehow no longer a true member of any ecological community, having escaped the
unruly, ugly, grim reminders of an all too brutal biology. We’ve swept clean the
mud floors, purged our bowels, washed our hands, installed air conditioning,
blinds, and blinders in every other sense to segregate our body parts and megacity
filth from the estimated 32 million rats in New York City or the unknown powers
of magnitude defining the number of eggs laid annually by the 4600 Blattodea
and 190 Lepismatidae family cockroaches, silverfish, and the like within human
communities. These boundless insect populations circulating busily beneath our
conurbations are not ordinarily lauded for their biodiversity assets, though they
should be (Fig. 90.3).
90.2 That Exile Embodied Consciousness