Food for Thought for Post-Paranoids
Posted Oct 16, 2007 4 comments
For the next few weeks here on Skilluminati, I'm going to resurrect the site by getting out of the way. I've been assembling high-quality, high-potency quotes for a project I probably won't get around to until 2009 -- and there is no point in hoarding the goods. I want to share the treasure with you, a mix of familiar gems and hopefully some brand-new input. Thanks to everyone who's been supporting Skilluminati -- things will only get crazier from here.
--thirtyseven
Uncle Crowley Explains the Other
"My observation of the Universe convinces me that there are beings of intelligence and power of a far higher quality than anything we can conceive of as human; that they are not necessarily based on the cerebral and nervous structures that we know, and that the one and only chance for mankind to advance as a whole is for individuals to make contact with such beings."
Frank Zappa Explains Freedom
"The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it's profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way, and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theatre."
Abbie Hoffman Explains the Counterculture
"There were all these activists, you know, Berkeley radicals, White Panthers... all trying to stop the war and change things for the better. Then we got flooded with all these 'flower children' who were into drugs and sex. Where the hell did the hippies come from?"
Gurdjieff Explains Religion
"There is an Eastern tale which speaks about a very rich magician who had a great many sheep. But at the same time this magician was very mean. He did not want to hire shepherds, nor did he want to erect a fence about the pasture where his sheep were grazing. The sheep consequently often wandered into the forest, fell into ravines, and so on, and above all they ran away, for they knew that the magician wanted their flesh and skins and this they did not like.
"At last the magician found a remedy. He hypnotized his sheep and suggested to them first of all that they were immortal and that no harm was being done to them when they were skinned, that, on the contrary, it would be very good for them and even pleasant; secondly he suggested that the magician was a good master who loved his flock so much that he was ready to do anything in the world for them; and in the third place he suggested to them that if anything at all were going to happen to them it was not going to happen just then, at any rate not that day, and therefore they had no need to think about it. Further the magician suggested to his sheep that they were not sheep at all; to some of them he suggested that they were lions, to others that they were eagles, to others that they were men, and to others that they were magicians.
"And after this all his cares and worries about the sheep came to an end. They never ran away again but quietly awaited the time when the magician would require their flesh and skins.
"This tale is a very good illustration of man's position."
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Commenting is not available in this weblog entry.1. Sweejak on Oct 16, 2007 at 7:22 PM permalink
Some quotes here, varying quality.
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2. Harflimon on Oct 16, 2007 at 8:33 PM permalink
My favorite of all anecdotes from The Illuminatus:
One banker type at the table was terribly keen on this Adler and especially on his latest great book. “He says that we and the Communists share the same Great Tradition” (I could hear the caps by the way he pronounced the term) “and we must join together against the one force that really does threaten civilization— anarchism!”
There were several objections, in which Drake didn’t take part (he just sat back, puffing his cigar and looking agreeable to everyone, but I could see boredom under the surface) and the banker tried to explain the Great Tradition, which was a bit over my head, and, judging by the expressions around the table, a bit over everybody else’s head, too, when the hawk-faced dago spoke up suddenly.
“I can put the Great Tradition in one word,” he said calmly. “Privilege.”
Old Drake suddenly stopped looking agreeable-but-bored— he seemed both interested and amused.
“One seldom encounters such a refreshing freedom from euphemism,” he said, leaning forward. “But perhaps I am reading too much into your remark, sir?”
Hawk-face sipped at his champagne and patted his mouth with a napkin before answering. “I think not,” he said at last. “Privilege is defined in most dictionaries as a right or immunity giving special favors or benefits to those who hold it. Another meaning in Webster is ‘not subject to the usual rules or penalties.’ The invaluable thesaurus gives such synonyms as power, authority, birthright, franchise, patent, grant, favor and, I’m sad to say, pretension. Surely, we all know what privilege is in this club, don’t we, gentlemen? Do I have to remind you of the Latin roots, privi, private, and lege, law, and point out in detail how we have created our Private Law over here, just as the Politburo have created their own private law in their own sphere of influence?”
“But that’s not the Great Tradition,” the banker type said (later, I learned that he was actually a college professor; Drake was the only banker at that table). “What Mr. Adler means by the Great Tradition—”
“What Mortimer means by the Great Tradition,” hawk-face interrupted rudely, “is a set of myths and fables invented to legitimize or sugar-coat the institution of privilege. Correct me if I’m wrong,” he added more politely but with a sardonic grin.
“He means,” the true believer said, “the undeniable axioms, the time-tested truths, the shared wisdom of the ages, the . . .”
“The myths and fables,” hawk-face contributed gently.
“The sacred, time-tested wisdom of the ages,” the other went on, becoming redundant. “The basic bedrock of civil society, of civilization. And we do share that with the Communists. And it is just that common humanistic tradition that the young anarchists, on both sides of the Iron Curtain, are blaspheming, denying and trying to destroy. It has nothing to do with privilege at all.”
“Pardon me,” the dark man said. “Are you a college professor?”
“Certainly. I’m head of the Political Science Department at Harvard!”
“Oh,” the dark man shrugged. “I’m sorry for talking so bluntly before you. I thought I was entirely surrounded by men of business and finance.”
The professor was just starting to look as if he spotted the implied insult in that formal apology when Drake interrupted. “Quite so. No need to shock our paid idealists and turn them into vulgar realists overnight. At the same time, is it absolutely necessary to state what we all know in such a manner as to imply a rather hostile and outside viewpoint? Who are you and what is your trade, sir?”
“Hagbard Celine. Import-export. Gold and Appel Transfers here in New York. A few other small establishments in other ports.” As he spoke my image of piracy and Borgia stealth came back strongly. “And we’re not children here,” he added, “so why should we avoid frank language?”
The professor, taken aback a foot or so by this turn in the conversation, sat perplexed as Drake replied: “So. Civilization is privilege— or Private Law, as you say so literally. And we all know where Private Law comes from, except the poor professor here— out of the barrel of a gun,’ in the words of a gentleman whose bluntness you would appreciate. Is it your conclusion, then, that Adler is, for all his naivete, correct, and we have more in common with the Communist rulers than we have setting us at odds?”
“Let me illuminate you further,” Celine said— and the way he pronounced the verb made me jump. Drake’s blue eyes flashed a bit, too, but that didn’t surprise me: anybody as rich as IRS thought he was, would have to be On the Inside.
“Privilege implies exclusion from privilege, just as advantage implies disadvantage,” Celine went on. “In the same mathematically reciprocal way, profit implies loss. If you and I exchange equal goods, that is trade: neither of us profits and neither of us loses. But if we exchange unequal goods, one of us profits and the other loses. Mathematically. Certainly. Now, such mathematically unequal exchanges will always occur because some traders will be shrewder than others. But in total freedom— in anarchy— such unequal exchanges will be sporadic and irregular. A phenomenon of unpredictable periodicity, mathematically speaking. Now look about you, professor— raise your nose from your great books and survey the actual world as it is— and you will not observe such unpredictable functions. You will observe, instead, a mathematically smooth function, a steady profit accruing to one group and an equally steady loss accumulating for all others. Why is this, professor? Because the system is not free or random, any mathematician would tell you a priori. Well, then, where is the determining function, the factor that controls the other variables? You have named it yourself, or Mr. Adler has: the Great Tradition. Privilege, I prefer to call it. When A meets B in the marketplace, they do not bargain as equals. A bargains from a position of privilege; hence, he always profits and B always loses. There is no more Free Market here than there is on the other side of the Iron Curtain. The privileges, or Private Laws— the rules of the game, as promulgated by the Politburo and the General Congress of the Communist Party on that side and by the U.S. government and the Federal Reserve Board on this side— are slightly different; that’s all. And it is this that is threatened by anarchists, and by the repressed anarchist in each of us,” he concluded, strongly emphasizing the last clause, staring at Drake, not at the professor.
3. Harflimon on Oct 16, 2007 at 8:41 PM permalink
And just for fun:
The idea that America (or any country) values individuality as the highest ideal is a cheap myth. Everybody’s an individualist, but they don’t like individuals. Perhaps in simpler times it was true, but no modern industrial deathkulture can really afford a population of unpredictables.
-- Page 43, The Book of the Subgenius
4. cptmarginal on Oct 22, 2007 at 7:14 PM permalink
Good stuff. A favorite from Crowley:
“In short, why not be a clean-living Irish gentleman, even if you do have insane ideas about the universe?”