Does trying to describe something make it less sacred/special?
It is far easier to talk about loss than it is to talk about love. It is easier to articulate the pain of love’s absence than to describe its presence and meaning in our lives.”
All About Love
I am that sea and have come into a bowl; I am that dot and have come into a letter…”
(via Human Flow directed by Ai Weiwei)
“The truth doesn’t need your cooperation to exist… All forms of cult, all forms of hype, all forms of delusion do require your participation in order to exist… People who have not been trained to deconstruct data or think rationally are completely victim of these media-spread, meme-like viruses that distort ordinary thinking, balkanize epistemology, and make social and political consensus — on anything — that much harder to reach.”
Is it really “gendering” to recognize a gendered pattern? To notice that certain channels of literature are gendered? To notice that violence is gendered? To point at a number, a majority. To say these things? Is it another form of ~identity politics~ or it is noticing an existing reality? Why do some people grow so frantic by this questioning?
The hysterical reaction to such a minor adjustment in folkways revealed the insecurity and sense of danger felt by the male ego in the presence of any factor that might tend to restore the importance of partnership in human affairs. ”
Food of the Gods
Which is more ethical or “fair-trade” ~ taking drugs from the Earth or from a lab?
You struggled to park an invisible car on Fillmore because your piercing was stuck to a fire hydrant. Stuck like the rest of us. Under another spell of moral authority. Believing real emotions drawn from deceptive acts. A medium slips voodoo bags in all the right places. A spiritual advisor advises a touch. A guru reaches too far. The priest hides it all. Power seeks vulnerability, speaking in silence. Those who can’t afford buy lotto tickets. Talking to God, never hearing back. Hoping and hopeless for another chance. Anything to divert attention and responsibility from this current mess. Enters the magician. Playing with projection to manipulate. To create a feeling of awe, allure, amazement. Shock value. And we love to feel, even fear. The heightened pulses and rising temperatures. Cranking up fields. Just the way the man behind the curtain likes it: wrapped in a mist of confusion. Divine delirium quiets. Shh, don’t question it. No reason to reason with fog. But what really happened? Pure deception and perception. Hinging until it breaks and you see the truth underneath the pain, the shame, the neglect, the harm. A universal craving for psychological attention. Falling into traps and release.
Can the inequality of psychological distress due to migration be seen as a bioethics issue?
Is critique inherently negative?