Wednesday, March 16, 2022

Musings on Allegorical End of History

Man, American Manifest Destiny End of History nonsense is looking real dumb right now, isn't it?

However, it's not like America came up with it. It's merely the secularized humanist version of Biblical end of spiritual history. 

Reality: stasis is death. There is only growth and decline: if you can't claim to be growing, then you're offering cope about how you're not really declining.
Perfection is impossible, and would be inferior even if it were. Thus, you're either addressing imperfections, or allowing new imperfections to accumulate until you die, becoming perfectly done.

The Japanese accurately call Jesus the dead god, and likewise the heaven of Jesus is a dead heaven, populated almost solely by the remains of the dead. Optimistically we could call it taxidermy. (P.S. Where do you think stray sheep Lovecraft got the idea of dead things lying and dreaming?) 

End of History is for blinding the victim. Making you ignore relevant events. Conjures the historical poltergeist: plates flying all around with no apparent motive force. "Nobody could have foreseen this." 

If you can't tell what has happened it is impossible to tell what will happen. If they can trick you into simply never looking to your right, it becomes quite tricky to navigate. 

I wonder if it goes even further back than Christianity, to the Bronze Age Collapse. It's clear the native European religion is extremely old. Probably Veda-esque. Being old, it was Lindy, far more Lindy than any of these Johnny-come-latelies like Christianity. The post-Bronze religions are all simplified or corrupted versions of the original, in much the same way the original Aryan language was clearly both more sophisticated and more precise than any modern language. 

In this case, it's the legacy of Statehood. They legitimized the illegitimate, and the result was near-total Collapse. Sea Peoples as nemesis. You don't have to honour the heavens, but you do have to avoid insulting them. 

Even post-Collapse, they told many stories of the heavens growing and evolving. However, the stories were ossified. Fossils of past events, rather than an acknowledgement of present events. These stories were not natively used for control, the way Christianity is, but they were calcified in the process of turning them into tools of control.

Pretty sure Zeus was a real dude, but you can't catch a whiff of him anymore, aside from his schizophrenic egregore. (Run, don't walk.) I get a slight echo for Dionysus. Dunno where Zeus went, but something happened. Events occurred, events had effects, and someone was blindsided, because nobody was looking. 

Perhaps history ended in an entirely different sense: what if the time of Apocalypse started much earlier? Long before even the Book of Revelation? Perhaps the end became inevitable long, long ago. There's a lot of ruin in a nation, but even this pales compared to the ruin in an entire world.

P.S. Reminder that iron age theology can be expected to be no more accurate than iron age physics. Not wholly wrong, exactly, but distinctly limited in scope and rather confused as compared to a precise description.

P.P.S. In the original Aryan, if you wanted to talk about a rock, you didn't say brittle mineral aggregate, you said something like stai, meaning...rock. Just rock. However, you could also use it as an abstract, stoino, meaning to harden, to become more rock-like, without necessarily dragging every connotation of 'petrify' around with you. What's stony milk? Cheese, duh, what else could I mean?
The power of concrete specifics without sacrificing the nuance of abstracts. 

If Aryan was really as sophisticated as I claim, we would expect intermediate forms, like Latin and Ancient Greek, to be significantly more powerful and flexible than modern languages. Greek had words for things that matter. Then Old English has stuff like the second-person singular and neuter third-person singular, which modern English is now lacking. The latter is downright pitiful. The "savage primitives" would laugh at your childish pidgin, and rightly so.

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