Radiant Daggers

Okay okay, so okay…  I mean how dense!

How does one penetrate an obtuse obstinate and oblivious “obo” with a fresh breath of the obvious if she is so obnoxiously obfuscated in her observations…  Ewwww!

Susan Jacoby obviates transcendence with her immanent profundity and expertise and wisdom.  She writes:

“Atheists deny the possibility of “transcendent” experience. They can’t see beyond the material world. This stereotype is partially true, but it all depends on what you mean by transcendent. If the concept is understood, as it is by many religious believers, as an experience that goes beyond and defies the usual limits of nature [Whoa!! "USUAL" limits of nature?!!!  Um, where do you get off on that bit of garnish?  Won't you please define each of those pretty little words you just used, I'd like to know... -IAT] –including time, space, and the flesh-and-blood essence of human beings, then atheists do not accept the transcendent. But if the word is understood as something that pushes us beyond our everyday experience–that enables us to scale previously unknown heights of love, creativity, or wonder at what other members of our species have created, how could any man or woman of reason deny the possibility? We simply believe that such experience lie within, not outside of, nature.”  Etc…

I came across this bumper sticker yesterday…

“God, grant me the strength to be the man that my dog thinks I am”

…And I remembered the many times I’ve caught my doG watching me, lying there on the floor, staring at me…for hours…

What does he see?

Does he admire me for being human? Does he pity me for my frailty, or is he there to watch over me, to teach me something I cannot see with my blinded eyes…

How humbling, how shattering…how profoundly liberating! Breathless…lacerating!

-Iliad Alexander Terra

Iliad, Jim, Mike, Idris, and Harris, building a bridge of fire across the world

We spoke of building a Bridge Across the World,

We spoke of Roxanna and Alexander,

We fell in love with a Kenyan Angel,

We spoke of Deep Justice,

We spoke of earning our passage through Death,

But most of all, we spoke of you, as the love child of the Creator,

And the deep reverence for the faith that’s invested in you by the WILL.

And that you, and only you, carry the fire, …each and every one of YOU…

-Iliad Alexander Terra

“Did you”-

“No!”

“But”-

“I already told you”

“So?”

“So what? Oh…  I don’t give a damn!”

“I knew”-

“You know nothing!”

“How can you?”

“I heard her…”

“So did I!”

“But we heard two different things…our own projections”-

“Your mumbo-jumbo psychobabble pseudo-intellectual crap again? Didn’t you get burned by that before?  Fool and his folly! What else is there?”

“Stop it! I can’t take your sarcasm.”

“Sorry…  What do you want to do now?”

“Look at the wall, watch it peel.  Here!”

“What is it?”

“I just finished it.”

“Don’t.”

“Why the fuck not?”

“It’s always”-

“Different! It’s different now…”

“Why do you give so much importance to Hillary and Obama?  They’re not the instigator nor progenitors of the crime. They’re faceless puppets in the river of sorrow that’s the fate of humanity, a struggle for substance in a mystery called life.  They’re nothing!”

“Precisely my dear!”

“You still haven’t answered.”

“…I’m watching the paint peel…and reveal the substance beyond the veil, sick of the façade, sick of it…  Behind the smiles and polished rhetoric, behind the lunacy pervading every nuanced violence…behind every failed enterprise is the simple truth…the silent cry, the untold scream – can’t you hear it?”

“I can…  Let me see it.  The Road?”

“Can I read you a passage?”

“I’d love you to.”

“But…bear in mind that your so-called faceless puppets bathe in the blood of untold children, counter the flow of life, arrest futures unmet, and bode unimaginable spiritual bankruptcy in each act.”

“No, I won’t bear that in mind.  I will call it what it is: murder of the unborn – but we digress, read.”

“Digression is not transgression nor naked aggression, the euphemism of eugenics dubbed a ‘woman’s choice’!”

“Will you read the passage already?”

“Yeah. It brought me to my knees, but I have no needs, only seeds for you to heed.  So spread my humble deed through enchanted Midas’ reed”-

“Read!”

“Cute!”

‘He knew only that the child was his warrant.  He said:  If he’s not the word of God God never spoke.’ – passage from The Road by Cormac McCarthy

…It’s not a choice, it’s a religion…

-IAT

Photo: JOHN D MCHUGH/AFP/Getty Images

…How Culture resolves itself … battle of arbitrary identities.

Culture is a byproduct of the parasitic State feeding on the vitality and labor of the individual.

As a highly evolved and efficient parasite, the State lures and entices the individual with its facile and abstracted benefits while it ultimately destroys the radiance of the individual.

However, the Cultural beast has become malignant and is unable to be birthed into its evolved stage; thus it is suffocating with obsolescence and irrelevance amid escalating and perpetual acts of absurd and meaningless consumption as it thrashes about for legitimacy.

In all fairness though, it must be granted that the secondhand artifacts of Culture and the derived products of State can and do indeed benefit the needs of the individual through this de facto outgrowth of symbiosis; however, it must be made clear that under no circumstance should either Culture or State act as the basis and matrix for the Individual’s identity or logos.

In an ideal mode the Individual inherently and ultimately exists autonomous and independent of the confines and constructs of State.  The Individual’s value transcends the pedestrian preoccupations of State and the superfluous trappings of Culture.  Likewise, the individual’s identity stems from the fundamental core of being and source element of life.

It is this recognition of the potential of the radiant Individual that has enabled a few among us to illustrate the sinews of providence while the rest of us fester as fodder and perish as inert matter.

-Iliad Alexander Terra