The discussion revolving around, or stemming from, Mike from San Bernadino and his mother--spurring someone to ask about a series in which someone wants to kill their mother-- brought to mind 'Everything That Rises Must Converge,' by Flannery O'Connor. Great story. Whenever I'm rolling my eyes at my mom, it appears to smack me upside the head:
The funny thing about that title that always made me wonder is that actually "Everything That Rises" doesn't converge, it diverges, since the Earth is round. It's a biblical perceptual artifact from before our species knew that the earth is round.
In fact, we now know that everything that *sinks* converges at the center of the earth.
Which is actually more accurate since the "unconscious" is below the conscious. And if the unconscious is God, the creative force, etc then God is - underground. And we're all connected to the same God that way.
This idea might really help to end things like global religious struggle and the potential extinction of our species. But then again - nah :)
Also, looking at that title more realistically, the world being round and all, the artist/shaman becomes kinda like a volcano rather than an oracle, a conduit from the deep rather than a relay station.
The idea that God is underground, (rather than the devil living there or some other such nonsense) is a little earth cultish. But not possessive-landgrabbing as it used to be 10,000 years ago since, again, since the earth is round, we know we all share the same center
This could change the whole orientation of the species to express their creativity perpendicularly upward (vertical) rather than outward (horizontal). Hey it might lead to a paradigm shift which would compel us to start colonizing space. Look out worlds.
But then again, perhaps this is totally a private fancy? Anyone wanna associate? Bueller?
Hopefully a human colonization of space would turn out better than on Battlestar Galactica, but given our track record as a species, I'm not holding my breath. Number Six is pretty goddam gorgeous though...
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The discussion revolving around, or stemming from, Mike from San Bernadino and his mother--spurring someone to ask about a series in which someone wants to kill their mother-- brought to mind 'Everything That Rises Must Converge,' by Flannery O'Connor. Great story. Whenever I'm rolling my eyes at my mom, it appears to smack me upside the head:
Everything That Rises Must Converge
Sorry, it took me a sec to get my link right:
Everything That Rises Must Converge
Thanks for the link. Great story.
The funny thing about that title that always made me wonder is that actually "Everything That Rises" doesn't converge, it diverges, since the Earth is round. It's a biblical perceptual artifact from before our species knew that the earth is round.
In fact, we now know that everything that *sinks* converges at the center of the earth.
Which is actually more accurate since the "unconscious" is below the conscious. And if the unconscious is God, the creative force, etc then God is - underground. And we're all connected to the same God that way.
This idea might really help to end things like global religious struggle and the potential extinction of our species. But then again - nah :)
Also, looking at that title more realistically, the world being round and all, the artist/shaman becomes kinda like a volcano rather than an oracle, a conduit from the deep rather than a relay station.
The idea that God is underground, (rather than the devil living there or some other such nonsense) is a little earth cultish. But not possessive-landgrabbing as it used to be 10,000 years ago since, again, since the earth is round, we know we all share the same center
This could change the whole orientation of the species to express their creativity perpendicularly upward (vertical) rather than outward (horizontal). Hey it might lead to a paradigm shift which would compel us to start colonizing space. Look out worlds.
But then again, perhaps this is totally a private fancy? Anyone wanna associate? Bueller?
Great thoughts, Spyre.
Hopefully a human colonization of space would turn out better than on Battlestar Galactica, but given our track record as a species, I'm not holding my breath. Number Six is pretty goddam gorgeous though...
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