From: Celinec-AT-aol.com Date: Tue, 3 Sep 1996 22:21:38 -0400 Subject: Metapsychological premise #2 We had not reached the age of ambition, and the greedy scramble for honors and positions caused us to stay away from all possible spheres of activity. The only refuge left us was the poet's ivory tower, which we climbed, ever higher, to isolate ourselves from the mob. -- Gerard de Nerval Metapsychological Premise #2 (a first and very rough draft) In search of new beliefs about death, murder and violence ******************************************************** All this that I am trying to explain appeared to me as a vision, when I was looking at the delicate and beautiful skeleton of a woman. It came to me as a naked insight, startling, simple, direct, but it left in my conscious memory only the ghost of itself, a wavy outline with an engulfing void in its center. For those of you who don't believe in dreams I would advise you to read no further, for you will find all this ridiculous and annoying. For those of you who know of things more forceful than an imagination, or who see this life pop out of a void. Leave now, for your logic will surely drag the rest of us downwards. For those of you who don't personally inwardly create a world, who believe in the fury of the mob rather than in the strength of the one lone thought. This writing was not meant for you. But for those of you that wish to fly, not in an airplane, but on wings that grow from the love in your heart, and the burn in your sexual organs, well, come along now. We have far to go. Like everything that stands, we have invented murder, violence and death. Murder, violence and death are our children, unwanted and misunderstood as they may be. They run around dirty and snot nosed like orphans, because no one wants to claim them. Sure. It is only the criminals, the lunatics, the poor locked down in the joint types and of course our governments who commit these so-called crimes. I know. My tax dollars are right now going to kill some people I don't even know half way across the world. And a father, here in my own city, has plunged a screwdriver to the handle into the heart of his six-year-old son. I am a murderer. As long as I am alive and kicking and living in this world where death is feared and murder is outlawed and violence is abhorred and life that is as drab as a commercial venture is called living. What we really need to do is to murder the metaphysical thoughts that have put us in this mess. Hear me: Until there is no man that fears death there will be murder. Until there is no man who thinks that to harm the body is punishment there will be violence. So we need to reverse our thinking. To shed our fear of death. To stop seeing murder as the worse punishment we can bestow on another. We need to invent new myths. What does it matter if they are exactly so? It is all recreation anyhow. So let's invent myths that work.. Simply, we say that we "take" a life, but afterwards we have nothing in our hands. We say that we "lose" our life, but if we have really lived, well, then, we have lost nothing. We say that to murder another is the most awful heinous crime to commit and yet we commit it incessantly. We are looking at all this wrong. With our metaphysical warts. So what if we stopped looking at it this way. Would the world go awry, would our humanness fade if we said, "well, we're not going to punish murder and violence anymore and we're not going to use these weapons as punishment and we don't think murdering is so terrible. Knock the wind out of these ideas, I say. Our world is already awry, our humanness is on the cutting board. It is time for hard measures. We need to stop defending and start rethinking. For all of civilization we have lived with these problems, bedded with these fears. Is no one else tired of sleeping with these old hags? I see a world where only if you truly love someone would you dare to murder them. Where violent acts are performed like sexual acts, from one partner to the other. Where we are not afraid of each other and our actions. Where no one is labeled a lunatic or a criminal or a beast. Where murder is an art form, not a power play, or an act of revenge. But before we can get to this point we have to get through it. It is like a monster in the dark. The more we hide from it the more fearsome it becomes. But when we stand up bravely, when we resolve to look right at the demon in the face, to recognize it, to greet it, to embrace it, to shine a light in its face, well then we have the power to turn it into air. Celine
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