The Twilight of Our Tale: Part Two

April 1, 2015 § 20 Comments

Part 2

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.

-Kurt Vonnegut

Daffodils have thrust their green blades through the warming soil, and despite the softly falling sleet tapping on the still barren branches in the forest all around me, spring is here to stay. With spring came the thaw, and last week my gravel driveway was subsumed by the clay Earth under the weight of my truck. Life lessons are everywhere if we listen. Watching hundreds of dollars worth of heavy limestone sink into mud tells me something about man and his works, about diminishing returns, entropy, and desire.  It also tells me that if we had no capacity for laughter, we would likely have all died long ago.

This is going to be a year of stone for me. A friend helped me acquire many tons of reclaimed, hand hewn brownstone which I will now have the pleasure of carrying and stacking one at a time around the perimeter of our home. It was not long ago that I finished filling the trench atop which our cabin is built with gravel, all carried into place by hand in five gallon buckets.

Such work gives one time to think.  And to re-think.  And then to think some more.

One of my favorite writers of the current era is John Michael Greer. He posts a weekly essay at his website thearchdruidreport, and he posts a monthly essay on his more esoteric blog thewellofgalabes. Aside from his amazing ability to step back from the time we are living in, and to try to view the world through a wider temporal lens, he also has been keen enough to brave the topic of our subjective perception of reality. As the edifice of civilization weakens, such ideas are of great importance.  From his piece “Explaining the World.

“Most people nowadays think of the world as a static reality, over which time flows like water over rocks on the bed of a mountain stream, and to this way of thinking the rocks and the water are both “out there” existing by themselves without reference to any human beings who may or may not be observing them.

The interesting thing about this sort of thinking is that scientists pointed out a long time ago that it’s wholly incorrect. The world you experience is not “out there;” what’s “out there,” as any physicist will tell you, is an assortment of subatomic particles and energy fields. Your senses interact with those particles and fields in idiosyncratic ways, triggering electrochemical flows in your nervous systems, and those flows produce in your mind – we’ll discuss what that last word means later on – a flurry of disconnected sensory stimuli, which you then assemble into an image or representation.”

What Greer then goes on to extrapolate is that, in essence, the world as you experience it is a story you tell yourself based on cultural, biological, and sensory factors. Philosopher Thomas Metzinger delves into the same territory with his book, “The Ego Tunnel,” in which he ultimately postulates that a self does not objectively exist. As a biological entity of significant complexity and mobility, traveling through an unpredictable environment, we require an internal sense of wholeness to navigate the events we are presented with. The combination of a sensory image of the world before us combined with the perception of a unified center that is ínside as opposed to outside, creates what Metzinger calls, the Ego Tunnel.

Metzinger’s work is involved and discusses our perception of time and where we reside within it, and ultimately describes the same phenomenon Greer wrote about from a neurological perspective.  The long and short of such theories is that, we are a story that we tell ourselves.  Most of this story is delusion.

The more in depth explanation is that our perceptions of ourselves and of the world in which we live are representations. You are a story that you tell yourself. The world around you is a story that you tell yourself. When you become despondent with the state of things, wondering why people aren’t rising up and changing the world for the better in light of just how bad the facts of our situation are, remember that by and large, we are not motivated by facts so much as we are motivated by stories. Remember as well that stories, like all of the creations of human beings that are intended to serve us as tools, are subject to the laws of diminishing returns. This is to say, they have shelf lives of usefulness. When a story people tell themselves no longer serves them under the conditions in which they exist, and when more effort goes into preserving the story than people gain in benefits from believing it, the story becomes useless, and the people who are wholly bound to it, who benefit the most from it, can become dangerous.  This applies to individuals as well as to entire societies.

Writing of a demon that destroys souls and leaves vacuous skinwalkers wandering the landscape in search of fried cheese and alcohol is certain to anger some readers. In our culture, objectivity is king, and any suggestion of a non-quantifiable phenomenon is treasonous to the dogma established and maintained by the church of math and science that proclaims their order has brought us all of the good we see in the world – medicine, computers, Instagram – and that those who promulgate non-measurable ideas are the source of all that is evil – superstition, war, fear, etc.  They would say my talk of demons is nonsense that only obfuscates the truth of our circumstances.

I claim no objective truth. I make no promises that the right Geiger counter or infared camera will detect the fell beast behind the persistence of the system. But I do humbly suggest that the story we have been told – and have ourselves been retelling – is a story that is doing more harm than good. As evidence for my claim I present the tragedies unfolding in the world right now that are colliding in an exponentially more dangerous synthesis with every passing day.

Let’s be clear, the people responsible for acidifying the oceans, clear cutting the rainforests, and completely inundating our very blood and tissues with industrial fire retardants and other carcinogens are people who all subscribe to a particular story about themselves. It isn’t the people who tell themselves a story in which they are children of a mother Earth, bound by responsibilities to their ancestors, descendants, and land bases who are causing these traumas. It isn’t the people who tell a story in which the animals and the plants and the rivers are alive and sentient who are operating slaughterhouses, mono-cropping Round-Up Ready soy, or leeching coal ash into waterways.

We know which people do these things. We know the story that they tell themselves, because we are barraged with it. It is a hot iron brand that scars our hearts from birth or maybe before. We are hopelessly traumatized by and unflinchingly committed to this tale.

It goes like this:

We are the wisest ape, having discovered our place in an objective and material universe we set out conquering nature and are on a trajectory to move off toward colonizing the cosmos. Having beat back the jungles of irrational superstition we have ascended to the summit of being, as civilized and democratic individuals we have conquered our Hobbsian state of nature which was always nasty, brutish, and short. Our very nature is one of yearning for constant technological progression that consistently nets benefits in health, freedom, intellect, and ability.

But this is a tale, a myth, a television screenplay. As individuals we have been cast as characters, and we have lived the story so entirely for so long that we have forgotten that we dance about a thespians stage.

Nature cannot be conquered. Nature is not a thing apart from ourselves. We are spun of the same swatch of fabric as every tree, spider, moss, and pebble. Technological progress has brought us a body burden of toxicity and a land base that is struggling to survive, not to mention a near total erosion of personal autonomy. Behind every smart phone is a dragline, a smokestack, a poisoned waterway, and a whole mess of miserable human workers, shackled to cubicle or an assembly line while overseers look on, weapons aimed.  Not to mention the entire host of police, spies, and spooks all collecting every bit of data you generate should ever a case need to be manufactured to demonstrate your guilt.

And then there is us. We see ourselves as job titles, confused by shiny badges and expensive suits. Roles are internalized and we believe that police, and judges, and presidents are as real and immutable as rocks and rivers and trees. We forget that a throne is just a chair, and never even question the true nature of chairs. So as the world falls into chaos, as armies of maniacs establish oil empires, currency unions, and caliphates, we must remember that these are all just stories that have out lived their usefulness in a time of diminishing net energy and growing ecological catastrophe. This will be the hallmark of our age; a cacophony of myths from all corners of the globe parading into a Colosseum at the end of history, waging war to see who can stand as grand master of the steaming heap of slag and bones together they have wrought, all before the grand consequences of several millennia of civilization come torrenting down upon us like a deluge.

What story will be left standing to define who and what we are?  Stream live with the Google app. Vote for your favorite cultural delusion at #TeamBabylon.

Previously I wrote that a driving reason so many people daily scroll through blogs and forums and news feeds all reporting in on the latest horror stories civilization had to tell is because, they are in effect, hoping to come upon a plan. Maybe today will be the day some individual or group will have posted an effective guide as to how we can all finally come together and act to destroy the current hierarchies of power, end the needless daily violence doled out by agents of state and capital, and maybe even to reverse the ecological destruction that is wiping out innumerable species and habitats.

I wish I had that plan to offer, but I don’t.  I’m not sure that anyone could. This is an unsettling thought for many because we are so used to conceiving of problems as necessarily having solutions, as if both are cast simultaneously in a factory somewhere and the existence of one thus proves the existence of the other. Of course, when most people consider the totality of the crises bearing down on us, when they seek solutions, what they are really seeking are solutions that fit into the narrative of their current existence without disturbing its boundaries. This is to say, the solution must not involve too much discomfort, heartache, or death. It certainly must not call into question who we believe we are and what we believe we have been spending our entire lives or even our collective history doing.

Our blood is just too precious to spill. Our story is just too important forget, or God forbid, to erase.

So you, dear reader, my digital comrade, my friend unmet and so far away, are going to have to figure out how to endure. To persevere.

These times are bigger than you or I, and indeed, all times likely are. Remember, we are hunter gatherers who have been endowed by nature with a plethora of tools for navigating and thriving in the environment in which we evolved, and whether by some stroke of cosmic irony or demonic cruelty, we now live removed from the environment in which those particular tools serve us best. You exist as you do to successfully participate as a tribe member in an organic environment of subjective experience.  Instead you stand in line, you sit in traffic, you fill out the paperwork in duplicate before retiring to your domicile dominated by right angles to sit with your eyes open while advertisers spoon-feed you your dreams.  Awash in symbols and slogans and a depressing amount of pornography, is it any wonder that the bulk of the population requires some sort of stimulant or depressant or anti-depressant or anti-psychotic just to keep from lashing out?

To quote a bit of pop culture, “The odds are never in our favor.”

So I apologize, I have no plan for solving the massive and converging crises of age, but I do have some thoughts on how to persevere.  Every one of us is laden with emotional and psychological baggage, and as we move through ever more difficult and tragic circumstances it will not be of service to anyone to cling to old narratives and myths that have outlived their usefulness.  The work of finding a truer tale, a better tale, a story that we can tell ourselves that is healing and has the ability to carry us for generations will be difficult and will likely take a long, long time.  But we have to stop telling the wrong story.  The story we need to be telling is one we will all write together over the coming generations, and the process of altering from what is to what will be is likely to be heartwrenching and backbreaking for a long time to come.  For a beginning to be made, and one must be made, we must remember to catch ourselves in the moment when we demand that others keep up their end of the current tale, when we out of habit demand that they continue playing the old roles.  We cannot be afraid that if we walk away first, we will walk alone. The desire to end the current story is palpable, it percolates just beneath the surface.

In this moment we may not have the collective power to slay the demon, but dammit we can stop doing the heavy lifting of immiserating one and other for him simply by being so very careful about what we pretend to be.

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§ 20 Responses to The Twilight of Our Tale: Part Two

  • Johnny says:

    So, certainly there is a message in all the flowery, and call me a rapscallion for leaning more towards a technical writing style, but basically we are all screwed, we know it, and “party on Garth!!!” is certainly a better answer than the likes of the one Ruppert availed himself of.

    • td0s says:

      If thats what you want to take away.

      • Johnny says:

        Want? We each have different perspectives, which is why I have usually favored a more technical writing style, it limits the ability to take away…just…anything….from flowery prose. But hey, if flowery prose for its own sake is the point, it is completely nice.

      • td0s says:

        Flowery prose is nice, fro sure. A person takes from anything that which they desire. It can be hard to avoid.

    • Aerek says:

      You understand neither technical writing nor flowers. You prefer the “technical” because of its simplicity. You prefer laboratory-style environments because technical tools can only be applied when the number of parameters are manageable, and the system in question isolated enough from reality that you don’t have to deal with intractable, emergent complexities of systems behaving interdependently and symbiotically, which is how relevant and actual behavior is produced.

      You fear complexity, which you can’t understand or control, so you prefer the safety of the technical, which is to say the comfortingly axiomatic and artificially predictable. The reason for flowery language is to catalyst exploration of rich spaces that can’t be formalized, but only experienced in a myriad of ways, which is what existence truly is.

      Flowers are real. Complexity, exploration, and interpretation are real. The purely technical is the realm of the coward.

      • Idiocracy says:

        Nicely put Aerek!

        As Derrick Jensen once said – “In order for us to maintain our way of living, we must tell lies to each other and especially to ourselves. It’s not necessary the lies be particularily believable, the lies act as barriers to truth.”

        “Party On!” is a good example of the weak minded responses often heard when the truth happens to cut through the tightly woven narrative of ones story of civilisation and how we all must live.

        Until people like Johnny accept and embrace their shattered dilusions, then civilisation will, as Jensen puts it, “continue the dance of world destruction”.

  • Reblogged this on Joseph Ratliff's Notepad and commented:
    Whomever “td0s” is, an excellent writer indeed. Hopefully this isn’t the “Twilight of Our Tale” … but if it is, perhaps a revolution of some sorts is in order. A revolution that brings peace, and harmony with our planet.

    • Johnny says:

      Has any revolution ever brought peace or harmony with our planet? The existence of humanity itself is a pox on the thin veneer of life contained upon the planet’s surface, the sooner the planet moves along to the next amusing biological experiment in the petri dish, the better.

      • One can still dream, hope, etc… can’t they Johnny? I think you and I agree http://josephratliff.com/nature/ (at least in part).

        And by “revolution,” I’m not assuming a military one. I suppose a “re-evolution” would be better.

      • td0s says:

        I dont know about revolutions, but seeing human beings as a pox is flawed. There are plenty of people alive right now who are no such pox. There are people living in jungles and forests who have kept to their traditional ways that are millennia old. They are proof that we can do something different.

      • Idiocracy says:

        Sorry Johnny, but I think you’ve confused a species with it’s present, but soon (enough) to be shortly lived, dominant culture…

        Humanity is simply the collective members of the hominin clade, a branch of great apes characterized by erect posture and bipedal locomotion.

        Civilisation is the only pox upon the face of this earth.

        It’s important not to confuse the two, because before 10,000 odd years ago, our species very much did live in harmony with our pale blue dot…

      • Richard says:

        “…before 10,000 odd years ago, our species very much did live in harmony with our pale blue dot…

        Amen.

  • Richard says:

    Are my comments being deleted because there are too many links? Or is there another reason?

  • Stage 6 says:

    Language labeling as “flowery” such elegant prose,
    Speaks to the story from which that language flows.

  • R1verat says:

    Thank you for your website & high quality style of writing. Agree with what I believe your premise to be…that one’s perception is all. What is reality? That which we each perceive this to be.

  • Richard says:

    Let’s try it without the links.

    There are people living in jungles and forests who have kept to their traditional ways that are millennia old.

    There’s a very simple reason for their success. They never became “civilised“. They kept their “communities” very small and are therefore protected from the Kunlangeta who cannot gain power without the cover of large populations and dominating hierarchic institutions.

    It was the social power of small, tribal, forager cultures that kept the essential psychopaths – the Kunlangeta or Wétiko – in check for hundreds of thousands of years.

    Essential psychopaths make up no more than around 1% of any given population and they are male by a wide majority. When a tribe or “society” consists of a very small number of individuals it’s quite likely there will be no sociopaths present. If there are, they will stand out like the proverbial “sore thumb”, making them easy to eliminate.

    From recorded observations, we do know that sociopaths, by various names, have existed in all kinds of societies, worldwide and throughout history. As an illustration, psychiatric anthropologist Jane M. Murphy describes the Inuit concept of kunlangeta, which refers to a person whose “mind knows what to do but does not do it.

    Murphy writes that in northwest Alaska, kunlangeta “might be applied to a man who, for example, repeatedly lies and cheats and steals things and does not go hunting, and, when the other men are out of the village, takes sexual advantage of many women.” The Inuits tacitly assume that kunlangeta is irremediable. And so, according to Murphy, the traditional Inuit approach to such a man was to insist that he go hunting, and then, in the absence of witnesses, push him off the edge of the ice.

  • […] Originally published by Pray for Calamity. […]

  • If I may. We will persevere because we must. There will come a time hen the choosing will be done for us. Do we want that? It is our instinct to survive come what may. There will be death, blood, starvation and God knows what, but it is our instincts that tell us to look away until you have to look to survive. Most don’t see it as a threat.

    I personally am content to live as the old order Amish do. Tons of work, but civilized enough. I could even live as they do in the Bush, but would not prefer it. I think few will accept this way of living until it is upon them. Don’t lose hope…we are survivors.

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