I’m sitting here in my car, smoking a cigar, getting ready to go in and do some work, and it is a beautiful rainy fall day. And I feel clearly whatever intelligence I personally have to offer to the world needs to be tempered by the spirit of a deer in the rain. There has to be a connected continuum? One between abstraction and experience, between the cerebral and the animal, which humans normally express in the primitivism, as seen from the detached view of Science, of ritual.
I think of Silicon Valley types, who deal daily in the abstractions of dealing with their products, and in negotiating fierce competitive terrain, all for ego and the dollars which measure success, which is to say social dick size. 11 and a half months a year this is their world. Then a number of the ho to Burning Man. They flip, in another words. Burning Man is not on a continuum, but represents a short term qualitative flip into a different quantum state.
During the rest of the year their left wing politics act as a symbolic place holder for what would be a conscience if they had one.
Fir most of them, though, their politics is the equivalent of a 400 pound man ordering a Diet Coke with a 4,000 calorie meal. It is not a replacement for actual moral health, actual moral behavior.
Oh, their lives are not my life, and moral commentary is not a replacement fir my hen work, which continues. I’ve figured a few things out that I may it may not comment on.