Friday, August 17, 2007

The Bestialization of Intelligence

When we were old as Abraham & young as a babe’s I AM and the world was fresh anew, Heaven touched the earth and angels whispered their secrets to us through the wind, rivers, mountains and stars. But as we are cured of our infanity and lose our unknowsense, the world is increasingly demystified and we become subject to the brutal “reign of quantity” inside the prismhearse of the senses.

Life at the center is exchanged for life at the periphery. It is as if we are trapped below a sheet of ice: “Mistaking the ice that imprisons us for Reality, we do not acknowledge what it excludes and experience no desire for deliverance; we try to compel the ice to be happiness” (Schuon). A strange new world is created, built from the bottom up rather than the top down. But since this barren world contains no real Truth, it cannot satisfy the exiled soul, which begins its endless quest for greater thrills and excitement to fill the void. New. More. Faster. Rage Against the Machine -- not up, but further down and out, where only one last barrier remains: blasphemy and destruction, or nihilism in action.

The Vital Beings are the ones who do not wish to recover their humanity and who are fully at home in this alien world. Breaking through the ice would involve surpassing themselves, the one thing the vital man is loath to do. For he loves the world with all his heart, all his soul, and all his mind -- which is precisely to lack heart, soul and mind, or at least to deny their provenance. It is to be “born again from below.”

Father Rose, who wrote his piece on nihilism in the late fifties, prior to the vast explosion in crime caused by lenient liberal social policies and a forgiving attitude toward evil, observed that “Crime in most previous ages had been a localized phenomenon and had apparent and comprehensible causes in the human passions of greed, lust, envy, jealousy, and the like; never has there been anything more than a faint prefiguration of the crime that has become typical of our own century, crime for which the only name is one the avant-garde today is fond of using in another Nihilist context: ‘absurd.’”

That is an excellent point, for the absurd sadism of so many contemporary crimes matches the absurdity of an art that celebrates ugliness or “authenticity” and an educational system that promulgates the lie that truth does not exist. When your elites spend several generations creating an absurd world, don’t be surprised if you end up with absurd people and meaningless crimes.

“When questioned, those apprehended for such crimes explain their behavior in the same way: it was an ‘impulse’ or an ‘urge’ that drove them, or it was a sadistic pleasure in committing the crime, or there was some totally irrelevant pretext, such as boredom, confusion, or resentment. In a word, they cannot explain their behavior at all, there is no readily comprehensible motive for it, and in consequence... there is no remorse.”

I just flipped on the news today, oh boy, while giving a bottle to His Majesty. A 22 year-old man arrested in Iowa for murdering his parents and three sisters. Family of four in Florida murdered. High school football players remove their helmets and use them as weapons to beat their opponents. In my own neck of the woods, a jealous boyfriend murdered his girlfriend's six year-old son with a meat cleaver.

As a brief aside, I remember studying film noir back in film school. The professor divided it into several sub-genres that evolved -- or devolved -- over the years, and which seemed to reflect the societal degeneration of which Father Rose speaks. I won’t get into a whole dissertation here, but early film noir such as Double Indemnity depicts a man who is pulled down into circumstances beyond his control due either to bad luck or some identifiable human motive such as greed or lust.

But in late film noir, the entire world has become corrupt, both the criminals and law enforcement. In fact, every human institution has become corrupt. In such a world, the antihero or outlaw becomes the hero with whom we identify. The corruption extends even into the family, which becomes a breeding ground for psychopaths, as in White Heat (starring James Cagney) or The Godfather saga. In these films, evil merely fights evil, so we inevitably find ourselves identifying with evil. There is no “good.” There are only hypocrites.

In the Real world, Spirit is substance, matter is accident. Spirit precedes matter, the latter of which is the final deustination of God’s involution into time and space. A corresponding world of the senses arises, but this shifting realm is hardly the world of ultimate reality. Rather, the uncorrupted intellect knows objective reality as the Spirit.

As mentioned in a previous post, a counter-religious movement gained steam in the 1950’s, led by the “Beats,” by confused psychoanalysts such as N.O. Brown, and by charming rogues such as Alan Watts or frank sociopaths such as Timothy Leary. Just as N.O. Brown wrote that repression was the essence of pathology and that we would live in a sort of eden if we would merely express our lower instincts in an unmediated way, the new age teachers created bastardized forms of zen and taoism to exalt “spontaneity” and “naturalism” so as to obscure the deeper desire to stay high and sleep with coeds under a veneer of spiritualism. (Ironically, Rose was a student of Watts at the Academy of Asian Arts in San Francisco in 1955.)

The human being has an animal nature which is not by definition beneath him. It only becomes so “when man renounces his humanity and fails to humanize what he shares with the animals” (Schuon). To humanize is to spiritualize, which is to “open the natural to the supernatural whence it proceeds ontologically.” In other words, this hardly represents repression, but a recovery of our true being. If anything, the uninhibited and shameless vital man represses his humanness, for one can just as easily repress what is higher as what is lower.

Interestingly, just as sexuality, in order to be properly human, must be spiritualized, Schuon notes that intellectual (i.e., spiritual) knowledge has an ecstatic dimension to it, if for no other reason that it is known with the heart (or "mind in the heart," the location of the higher mind): “There is a spiritualization of sexuality just as there is, conversely, an animalization of intelligence [what we are calling the vital mind]; in the first case, what can be the occasion of a fall becomes a means of elevation; in the second case, intelligence is dehumanized and gives rise to materialism, even existentialism, hence to ‘thinking’ which is human only in its mode and of which the content is properly subhuman.”

But then, these subhuman philosophies become the justification to fall further into vital animality and animal vitality. Postmodern philosophies absurdly use the spirit to deny the spirit, leaving us with a wholly horizontal wasteland of matter and instinct. This intellectual operation is a complete success, even though the patient -- the human qua human -- does not survive it. A new kind of infrahuman is born, forgetful of his fall and “at ease in a world that presents itself as an end in itself, and which exempts man from the effort of transcending himself ”-- which is to have shunned and bypassed our reason for being here.

The fall is nearly complete. But not before we drag this whole despiritualized existentialada down with us, which we will do tomorrow in discussing the final stage of the nihilist dialectic: destruction.

23 Comments:

Blogger NoMo said...

through the ice darkly
believe in the Other side
breathe in heaven’s air

8/17/2007 09:00:00 AM  
Blogger Robin Starfish said...

Film du Jour
curiosity
fantastical frog princes
in the real world

8/17/2007 11:13:00 AM  
Anonymous chuckwalla-walla said...

"A new kind of infrahuman is born, forgetful of his fall and “at ease in a world that presents itself as an end in itself, and which exempts man from the effort of transcending himself ”-- writes blogger Godwin.

This is wrong. There has never been a time when man didn't try to transcend himself, and there isn't such a time happening now.

There is simply no evidence for it. Once can't grasp what is going on in his fellow being. Even the most vapid and ostensibly "non-spiritual" person cannot escape their own indwelling spiritual urges.

We all crab towards the light in our own way, not out of virtue but because we can't help it.

The journey is slow and awkward, with revolts and setbacks, but everyone moves. The vision of a stable infrahuman being is a chimera. Nothing that stable is ever put forth in this cosmos.

8/17/2007 01:24:00 PM  
Anonymous Ben said...

To Mr. chuckwalla-walla,

Paragraph One
What about the time before we painted on cave walls and named the stars?

Two
The people Bob discribe, not that I speak for Bob as I don't understand him in anyway I understand, are wrestling with, retarding even, their "indwelling spiritual urges", not escaping. It is feckless and a waste of time, and it is painful because the frustration over the inability to escape. Kierkegaard's Sickness onto Dying fleshes that agony out. Not that I understand Kierkegaard any better than Bob.

As to evidence: ye shall know him by his works.

Three
Of course we can help it. We can't leave the road, perhaps, but we don't have to walk it. Drugs, hate, self-pity, beating your wife, neglecting your child, suicide... there is no difference in spiritual progress between the man who does those things and Bob? Or Bob, or you, or Elvis?

Four
One doesn't need to be stable to not move towards Truth.

Ben

8/17/2007 02:07:00 PM  
Blogger Smoov said...

chuckie:

"The vision of a stable infrahuman being is a chimera."

Good word usage. Earlier this month in the UK boffins and politicos debated whether to limit experimentation in transgenic human/animal hybrids. After some squabbling over whether a creature that was 51% genetically human they simply declared it a wash and opted to allow all manner of new monster to be created. Soon.

Among the four categories of new creature the fin de siecle Brits have idenrified: the chimera.

Sic transit gloria mundi

8/17/2007 02:12:00 PM  
Blogger walt said...

“Mistaking the ice that imprisons us for Reality, we do not acknowledge what it excludes and experience no desire for deliverance; we try to compel the ice to be happiness” (Schuon)

Schuon reminds me of products that are "sugar free" and come as "concentrate." Potent!

8/17/2007 05:42:00 PM  
Blogger gumshoe said...

smoov's anecdote points out,
despite richard dawkins'
"battles with unreason",
that we are truly living
in a strange time.

chimeras,indeed.

8/17/2007 07:41:00 PM  
Anonymous Daffy Duck said...

Believe it or not us ducks enjoy passionate music. Speaking of which I just listened to Missisippi Goddam by the ever marvellous Nina Simone.

Great stuff.

8/17/2007 07:46:00 PM  
Anonymous daffy duck said...

Quack quack,
We like out weed too!

8/17/2007 10:43:00 PM  
Blogger Don_Marcelino said...

Bombasticism for recidivism

Cramming the casing

The worth of the few buried gems at the bottom of all this dross hardly repays the noisome tiptoe through cutesyville to get there. Stick it to Mark Taylor, maybe he'd appreciate this. Funny how we become what we loath; the vertigo is just too much.

8/18/2007 12:38:00 AM  
Blogger USS Ben USN (Ret) said...

Don Marcelino said:
"Funny how we become what we loath; the vertigo is just too much."

Speak for yourself, please.

If you want to be taken seriously, back up your assertion with at least a shred of evidence.

8/18/2007 01:49:00 AM  
Blogger walt said...

Raccoons!

The Pebble has landed - on my head, this week:
Call & Response: #4.

All are invited to participate. (Yes, this means you.)

P.S. It's fun.

8/18/2007 05:03:00 AM  
Blogger Joan of Argghh! said...

Don,

Is that your entry for the Bad Poetry Day contest? Cuz that's today. You're a day early.

8/18/2007 05:39:00 AM  
Blogger Smoov said...

Don Marcelino:

I read some of your blog and it isn't bad. Your remarks above indicate a deep insecurity common to those who possess intellect, erudition and vocabulary, but who have with met with limited success in life overall.

Perhaps you'll take some time to learn more about what goes on here. If not, comments like that serve only to reveal the depth of your hurt over the fact that there are smarter--and happier--people than you out there.

8/18/2007 06:38:00 AM  
Anonymous dilys said...

In general, Seraphim Rose's seems to be a prophetic and applicable model. A few days ago, there was a short interview in the newspaper with a giggly comedy performer. Her fun-&-leisure interests reportedly focus on reading the biographies of unrepentant tyrants -- Hitler, Ceausescu, Pol Pot, she reported in a pretty-much all-encompassing value-free tone. I didn't have to spend even a minute puzzling in distress over the decay of it all. "Ah! Vitalism's descent into Nihilism...."

Useful also, Walt's excerpt from Albert Jay Nock on not assuming every opposable-thumbed verbal biped (including oneself) is fully human. Rather, it appears, that is the opportunity. The "descent" into the open self-congratulatory cruelty of tyrants may be inevitable when those "at ease with the world" neither honor the distinction, nor pursue the opportunity. "Metaphysical knowledge is one thing; its actualization ... quite another." -- Schuon

8/18/2007 06:59:00 AM  
Anonymous Van said...

"If anything, the uninhibited and shameless vital man represses his humanness, for one can just as easily repress what is higher as what is lower."

There you go, and in repressing what is higher, you become what is lower.

The Human is something which must be attained to, and it is a long hard climb, it takes Parents telling fairy tales told to children, a rational culture to ground them and a spiritual tradition to lead them onwards and upwards towards being Human, which I suppose can only be fully attained by trancending it. Huh.

It is a dangerous journey, not only for the individual, but for their society, for at any point along the trial trail, they can abandon the path, and monsters are released among us - rational beasts. Werewolves and vampires and zombies - oh my....

Just remember, there's no place like hOMe, there's no place like hOMe, there's no place like hOMe.

8/18/2007 09:37:00 AM  
Anonymous Van said...

don muddlelame-o said "The worth of the few buried gems at the bottom of all this dross hardly repays the noisome tiptoe through cutesyville to get there."

Words you seem to live by. Funny how those who become what they loath avoid looking in mirrors.

8/18/2007 09:40:00 AM  
Anonymous Van said...

chuckwalla, meet daffy - daffy, chuckwalla. I hope you two will be very happy together. Somewhere far, far away.

8/18/2007 09:42:00 AM  
Blogger NoMo said...

O

8/18/2007 10:27:00 PM  
Blogger Don_Marcelino said...

Smoov,

limited success? Oh you have struck home, I feel the vitality fairly oozing from me.

As to happiness (http://www.theonion.com/content/node/27698):

to that I see no end in sight with the superabundance of risible posts like this one on the net. My happiness is indeed assured.

8/19/2007 08:43:00 AM  
Anonymous don's gay lover said...

Dum Marcelino is just phishing for someone, ANYONE, to comment on his blog.
Looks like it isn't working.

8/19/2007 09:04:00 PM  
Anonymous don's gay lover said...

Come back to bed Don and do what you do best :^).

8/19/2007 09:05:00 PM  
Blogger River Cocytus said...

Classy.

8/20/2007 06:31:00 AM  

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