People never cease to amaze me. I mean, for real. That the mind is capable of changing from a few cells in a uterus to a Bible-quoting scholar or a Nobel Laureate physicist or a fear-and-hate addicted psychopath is purely amazing.
‘Amazement’ is a word that denotes being surprised or uncomprehending in some way, as in being lost in a maze and unable to figure a way out. And I’m truly amazed.
There are distinct stages of development of the human mind as it grows within its encompassing matrix, the nervous system. All of these stages point toward self-awareness, of different types and within different contexts. For instance, as an infant we are helpless, but for the most part we’re blissfully unaware of our own helplessness. As we gain abilities in the world, our self-awareness spreads out across those abilities like the fabric stretching across the struts of an unfolding umbrella.
What if one of these struts is broken? Let’s say it doesn’t unfold. No problem; the umbrella is a metaphor. We measure the ‘brokenness’ of the umbrella in relation to other umbrellas, but in terms of the developing individual mind, the fabric forms itself to whatever shape is needed.
I think that, to stick with the umbrella metaphor, everyone has the odd strut or two, and the somewhat non-standard mechanism for unfolding, and maybe even the fabric isn’t stretchy enough in places, or is too stretchy.
And I think that there are normalizing mechanisms in the social mind that create categories into which these various oddities can be slotted. Societies work the same way; they bend and stretch as the capabilities of the underlying culture extend and contract. But it seems to me, right now, at this exact point in time (and maybe not in the future) that the function of society is to sort of ‘average out’ dangerous self awareness.
And what I mean by that is: If someone is, say, hyperactive, then social energies will try to redefine that hyperactivity in a way that either allows the different person more acceptance, or excludes them. Or both; there’s an odd paradox that some social structures have roles for the people who aren’t just a little different, but are way, way different.
And I’m thinking about this stuff because there’s this very angry, fearful young man who keeps hounding me on usenet. I did the unthinkable: I said I wasn’t afraid of Rush Limbaugh. Without going too far into it, simply challenging Rush Limbaugh’s status as Alpha Male in this young man’s life was enough to send him over the edge. Since then he’s been talking trash about me and generally acting like a kook.
And I have to ask myself: What does it say about our social energies (for lack of a better term) that this guy is willing to defend a radio talk show host, who doesn’t even know he exists, to the point of what would be harassment in any other context?
There’s brokenness out there. Big brokenness. I have to work to not see it, same as everybody else. It’s always been there, but it seems more pointed of late. It’s like a lake that is drying up, and all the wrecked ships on the lakebed are poking up out of the surface. You have to navigate around them.
It’s not just this one guy. It’s a hurt nation trying to fix its hurt by hurting other nations. It’s a best-seller called ‘Treason’ that slanderously accuses a narrow band of the political spectrum of being treasonous. It’s when you read quotes from Goebbels and you nod and say, “Who is this, Carl Rove?”
We’re hurt. We’re hurt and we refuse to acknowlege it. Americans don’t get hurt, so the myth goes. I’m so sick of seeing the walking wounded lead this country. This is a non-partisan screed, by the way, since it’s apolitical. People with power are hurt. Everyone’s hurt. Everyone’s nursing a wound that won’t heal, because its existence is denied.
I’ve always had a streak of wild-eyed visionary in me. I say shit like the above and think people will take me seriously. I think that I could be the pebble that starts the avalanche. The hundredth monkey, so to speak.
But that’s how my umbrella is. It has stretched itself over the strange shape of what’s underneath. My hurt is close to the surface, so I’m aware of it. I see the hurt in others, too, even though it’s out of their sight. It’s like seeing a guy with his fly undone. Does one point? Does one discreetly try and send signals? Does one just let it go?