P R I N C I P I A T R I O O N I C A
It's Time for an End to the End of Time.
It may seem too quick or take too long but there is always time for things to go wrong.
If we look back at the entirety of human history it is quickly obvious that it covers a vast amount of time when compared to any nation's or one people's own history. Curiously, at any given time in our long past, the extant generations were full of people who thought time was something they were running out of.
This should come as no surprise considering how routine it was ages ago for the world to end for some aspiring community somewhere or other. Luckily, the world carries on despite all the endings. A better word for them is failures because for most societies, the End of Time is supposed to be a happy place.
It's a happy place because it is the final reward that societies promise to fulfill when all enemies are defeated and everyone follows the One True Way. A better term for that would be happy moment. When things can't get any happier for a society, it doesn't want any more time. Imagine a day where everyone is healthy, well-dressed, the weather is nice, all the chairs are comfy and all are in mid-sip of their favorite beverage. Why can't time just be that moment for eternity? Happiness, in the form of our brain chemistry, would flow forever from an eternal internal faucet. That's when things will stop. Adding any more time is just asking for things to go wrong. If the clocks are running, things must still be imperfect.
Time and Perfection are antithetical ideas when it comes to our future. Time brings change and why would Perfection want change? It could only be for the worse. For many, that is the whole premise of our current reality. There is a persistent view in our mythology that things started out perfect and will end in perfection for the deserving. Time is the middle bit where we mess things up like, falling from a state of grace that we must struggle through time to regain. We must always redouble our efforts to re-achieve the perfection that was lost when that darn time started. There are those for whom the nightmare scenario is that perfection is never achieved and time never stops. That makes the whole cosmos an endless expanse of bad news. It doesn't look like it is going to stop any time soon. Even if it were already stopping right now, it would still look like it hadn't for millions of years. Why should this news make anyone unhappy?
What is the role of perfection in the broader cosmos? There are such moments… a beverage is sipped on a nice day, a cat savors its prey, a fly lands on some poop… that lead us to imagine some frozen state of perpetual happiness that is devoid of suffering and even the possibility of suffering. They are peaks of well-being in the life of an animal. They end, and life goes downhill from there until the next peak comes along. Humans can imagine a place that is one very wide peak that everyone can fit on. That would be a perfect world. Time would flow, but nothing would change. Only the best there is, over and over again. What would a perfect world for flies or cats look like?
The point is, no matter what animal's perspective we chose to imagine a perfect unchanging world from, none of them look like this one. Perfection as a permanent quality has no role in the ever-changing cosmos. Even structures that took many billions of years to form can fall apart in just a few million. So, how come we can envision perfection if it's not there? What are we supposed to do with the resulting disappointment? What is the broader role of disappointment in animal life? Let's start with my cat. I observe that while his life seems to be full of disappointments, his ability to shrug them off and start licking himself is admirable. He seems to shrug off the peaks just as quickly. This ability to pick up the pieces and move on… to never cease striving nor to accept defeat… is pitched by some as qualities of bravery or devotion that we as humans should emulate. As if animals are somehow morally pure and can choose to maintain an uncorrupted innocence. Or, it could be a lot of nonsense. I think animals are really telling us the same thing that the cosmos is telling us… perfection is a silly idea.
Perhaps trying to inflict perfection on the world is a misdirected ambition. Maybe there is no life without disappointment but maybe there is a better or more perfect way of looking at disappointment that is less… disappointing. Maybe there is a more perfect way of looking at things while leaving the world the way it is. Then we can stop asking what the world should look like. What if the answer was disappointing? Then what?
Simply seeing our perception for what it is might reveal the very mysterious state we started with long ago and to which we seek, by various routes, to return. Both religion and science perceive that something has gone amiss and we need to fix it… be that a fall from grace or a fixation on ancient mythology. We share this planet with animals who show no signs of a similar pursuit. Generation after generation of them seem completely satisfied with their perception the way it is and appear to see the same world over and over again. This suggests that they are already seeing their perception for what it is. Animals aren't questioning their perceptions the way we do. There are happy moments and disappointing moments but they always look ahead and move on when either has passed. That isn't an act of moral courage. Animals don't choose to look ahead and move on any more than a carousel horse. They never fell from grace.
Falling from grace need not be framed as a religious or philosophical issue. If we assume that we have biologically evolved from animals who weren't like we are now, then we are looking at a long, slow fall. Not from grace, but from the innocence of the forward-looking carousel horse. If a tiger kills a human, it is not held to account as an individual. It may be eliminated as a danger but with the acknowledgement that the tiger went where the carousel led it. It saw and responded to its perception for what it was and was innocent of deviating from its natural course. Any manifestation of a deviation from the natural course, for example… a tiger demanding your wallet… would be accounted for on an individual basis. Or will be, should it ever happen.
Such a deviation has already happened and right under our noses. There is something animals can see that keeps them on the carousel's course that we humans no longer see. Animals are always looking at the end of time. Most of our pre-human ancestors did, too. For them, it is a plain and inescapable perception. Their perception always stops at the end of time. The metaphor isn't about seeing the future but rather about seeing the present. This kind of end of time is strictly relative to the observer. It is a question of how much present moment or 'now' one can perceive at once. The end of time is the far edge of our perception of now.
I can easily hear that in the voice of Rod Serling but it is really a very mundane and obvious idea. We can take in a finite amount of sensory input about the present moment. There is an edge or limit to what we can take in and then no more. Logically, it has to be there since most of us deny omniscience. A frame is filled and then there must be a next fresh frame. From a traditional single-experience model, the question of where the boundary or fill-line is is a little unclear. If we focus on something singular, the answer would seem to be one. If we step back and gaze at a panorama, it would appear that a great many things can be included in our perception of now. At any moment of now, we seem to be in full control of any such perceptual limit. There is no end of time in sight. If you believe that already, that's good. All trioonity is going to suggest is that there is a tricky reason why this is so and that we actually do have a fixed and finite limit but we beat it and take control of it over and over, day after day.
If we did not take control and beat this perceptual limit, we would see two results: we would see what other animals see and we would see our perception for what it originally was. That little act of control is our fall from grace. In taking control, we see our perception in the form of what we want or imagine and no longer for what it is. Control isn't taken by a secret cabal of lurking neurons ages before we are aware of it. Instead, it is the last thing we do and we couldn't be more aware of it if we tried. It is the last camera crew in the Monty Python Lost Safari Sketch and hence cannot be included in the view. But its outline can be traced descriptively and we can see its sharp contrast with our original finite and strictly quantified perception.
One might expect that such tracing would be done with pictures or optical illusions or diagrams but it is more easily demonstrated with words. Let's start with an example of how the world is perceived without the act of taking control or falling from grace. In the first italicized sentence at the top, there is an intended meter and a plain rhyme. Your brain can likely find the meter at three-fifths in or less and put the whole phrase into that meter before you finish reading the whole sentence. If the meter isn't too clumsily served up, finding it is real easy as if finding it is something your brain is happy to do right away, while it is reading or listening. If it worked and could be read lyrically, then no act of control was involved. Meter gives the sentence beats and they are shown here in bold type.
It may seem too quick or take too long but there is always time for things to go wrong.
The meaning of this phrase is simple and folksy and should 'appear' as a brief internal abstraction right at the moment the meter lands on the word wrong. This phrase is two measures of four beats that play without requiring a resolving beat one. That means this phrase can be the first half of a couplet when paired with a second phrase of equal meter. Whether our brain (without any act of control) perceives it as a couplet or not depends on how the second phrase handles our anticipation of its final beat. If the word on the final beat rhymes with the final word of the first phrase, then the resulting brief internal abstract will be constructed with the second phrase as a modifier of the first phrase creating a single conclusion from a couplet.It may seem too quick or take too long but there is always time for things to go wrong. We can hope and pray all the long day though time will follow the same old song. If the last word does not rhyme, then the second line gets its own conclusion and our anticipation carries over to see what comes next. It may seem too quick or take too long but there is always time for things to go wrong. We can hope and pray all the long day though time will flow the same old way.
If there is a third phrase in the same meter, how it handles its last word is critical to comprehension. The lifespan of the first line's conclusion is growing short. If it rhymes with the first line, then all three lines inform the new conclusion.It may seem too quick or take too long but there is always time for things to go wrong. We can hope and pray all the long day tho' time will flow the same old way. Or hope to stay beyond our day and in dreaming miss the present song
If it rhymes with the second line, then the first line is discarded from our immediate attention and the second and third lines become a couplet.It may seem too quick or take too long but there is always time for things to go wrong. We can hope and pray all the long day tho' time will flow the same old way. 'cuz now will never go away and 'cuz time is never here to stay
If the final word of the third line does not rhyme with either the first or second line, there is only one last chance to do so. We are pushing the limits of our retention of the first and second line. Their survival in our attention depends entirely on our sustained anticipation of the meter resolving with a rhyme. If there is a fourth line, it must have a clearly sounded rhyme with the second line in order to form a single conclusion from a verse. If it does not rhyme at all, there is no more anticipation left to have. The four lines are not collectively summarized and they are dropped from our attention like heavy buckets of sand. Not the case here…There was a young lady from Brighton of whom all the Mayors were frightened They could not endure and she could insure that all of their polling would heighten
One might say that these words are simply pandering to our natural sense of rhythm. That's one way of putting it. Another way to put it is that both I the writer and you the reader are enjoying seeing our perception for what it is. In doing so, we can put something in plain sight that we otherwise have to invent when we take control. It is our chance to have a good look at the end of time. Or, like Mr. Serling said, the far edge of our perception of now. When in the presence of a rhythm, it is where we anticipate the last resolving beat to be. Not so weird after all.
At every level of structure from the single beat to the line and to the verse, there is a limit of quantity beyond which the meter cannot be pushed without a loss of lyrical-ness. Such a loss isn't fatal to us. We simply take control. Aside from the lines in italics, none of this text is at all lyrical. As long as I follow the rules of grammar (begrudgingly), I don't need to be lyrical or metered. Sentences can abandon meter altogether and rely on structure and syntax and grammar that has been consensually established. And that's the gaping difference between lyrical and narrative reading. Our capacity to be lyrical in both expression and perception is innate. The form that capacity takes is established, uniform and unchanging. Our capacity to be grammatical is a blank slate for which a form must be invented or adopted from a prior invention.
When faced with a few pages of grammar that has no discernable rhythm or beat, we must commit to taking control and also, at the same time, yielding that control. But yielding only in an imaginary sort of way in that we imagine someone other than ourselves as the source of the expression. At the moment, that would be me. Hi there. Can you see me waving? Good. To be strictly technical, it isn't me taking control. It's the grammar. And it isn't my grammar. It is the consensual grammar.
This makes for a very incomplete explanation of language since the bulk of our daily expressions are neither lyrical nor necessarily grammatical. Language doesn't need to be either as long as the desired expression is limited in its scale. Most of our routine expressions aren't all that ambitious in scale anyway. An exception would be writing an essay about something. That is very ambitious. It is going to have to be grammatical and it is a good idea to get some outside help to insure that it is done correctly. Grammar is not innate. Fortunately, it doesn't need to be innate or even involved to facilitate a big share of everyday communication. As long the expression can fit comfortably in one single space between now and the end of time.
How do we find out how much that is and how much of what exactly? If you duck into a fetal position, cover your ears and hum real loud, you might be able to avoid finding out. Headlines, slogans, signage, titles and a great percentage of our daily verbal exchanges all qualify. The advantage for messages and expressions that can fit into one space between now and the end of time is their ease of use. That easiness comes from the simplicity of being able to perceive the entire message at once in a single gulp of perception. The phrase 'a single gulp of perception' is about the size of a typical single gulp. A gulp isn't a unit of time because it is the same size if said quickly or slowly. The key is the number of components that are vying for your attention. The components aren't syllables or single words because those have already been recognized by trained pattern recognition processes.. Your attention is faced with a few condensed abstractions associated with those words and any adjacent modifiers. In this gulping example, there are three.
Any opportunity to observe these gulped components passed as soon as the phrase was comprehended. That only took an instant or so and now the phrase is a single abstraction or summation of the three components. Three became one. It was easy, because nothing got too close to the far edge of our perception of the present.
We are good at making comparisons and spotting differences and commonalities with any input that we can hold and examine and see clearly all at once. If a single gulp of perception could have only a single component before exceeding our attention, we would not be doing any comparing or difference spotting. So, it is reasonable to conclude that the number of attention-getting components in a single gulp of perception is not one. What about a dozen or a hundred? There are no slogans with a hundred components and a headline with a dozen components would be rejected as a headline. It doesn't take a lot of counting or examination or listening to reasonably conclude that the maximum number of attention-getting components that fit into a single gulp of perception is four. Three is good, too, and slightly less effort than four. Two never breaks a sweat. Sometimes, four takes a little push. Five is impossible. Six is right out.
Two is golden Three is a chore This rhyme will stop on line four
Consider this fundamental act of rebellion…Two is golden Three is a chore We will strive To hear the rhyme On the line after four
If a message is complex or plain wordy, it will need to carry over to a further gulp or two for us to take it all in. There are different ways in which one gulp can follow another. Reading an essay full of sentences is an example of many gulps coming one after another with most of them being only two or three components or 'chunks' in size. Comprehension seems to accumulate as we go (if we're lucky) because there is an ongoing perception of a summation that is suspended throughout the act of reading. It carries over as one of the chunks of the next gulp and the next and so on. This is actually the trickiest way to do it so, if you are reading this, I salute your high-end skills of text-driven comprehension.
There are other means of connecting the gulps that are less demanding of our attention than this sort of reading. One way is to do nothing deliberate at all and let one gulp's summation inform the next gulp as it may, or not at all. Relax and go with the flow. The gulps keep coming all by themselves in a sort of stream. This is a restive state and works fine until someone or something sends a message that requires putting gulps together on a more deliberate course. How do you know that there is still more coming after the end of time? How do you know that there is something further to hear?
The listener must first expect that something more is coming. Something that will turn the end of time into beat one. It's real easy. Watch this…There was a young lady from Brighton…
Notice how our 'lurking automata' can seek and locate the meter as promptly as recognizing the words. We have been exposed to rhythm and rhyme. We know what it means when we hear a meter and a steady beat. We know there is more coming. It's time for an end to the end of time.
If read with its intended meter, the line creates an anticipation of continuing and a suspension of the perception of the suggested lady from Brighton. We know a limerick is coming. What about the lady from Brighton?…of whom all the Mayors were frightened
Line two is anticipated to modify the first line. Retention of the first line is assisted by the rhyme which caters to our lurking automata's aural association abilities. Now we have multiple components summarized in a frozen moment of scenario. With the scenario in suspension, the next gulp is partly consumed already. So the third line comes with a half-meter rhyme, which gives retention another boost from the lurking automata.They were regular dudes and that's why she sued
The moment of satisfaction comes next. The now heavy load of retention will soon be relieved as long as the fourth line obeys the rhythmic meter and rhymes with the second line. Like this…'til all of their war chests were lightened.
Finally, the end of time. We can rest now. That was more than a gulp. We chug-a-lugged a limerick. Limericks are cool because with only the tiniest amount of effort and never for too long, we are looking past the end of time without taking control. This entire essay could be presented in limerick form but that is not necessary. Limericks are easy but the point here might be harder to see. In being simple and lyrical, limericks are not speaking to some stupid or intellectually clumsy part of ourselves. Typical content aside, limericks are speaking to our perception of rhythm. We have that perceptual ability because we take in gulps that are one measure of a few beats at a time and we link them by an anticipation of Beat One. When in the presence of a rhythm, we can assume a new perspective of the end of time in the form of anticipation, suspension and satisfaction. These translate roughly into here it comes, wait for it and, here it is so stop waiting for it. This happens strictly within the way we perceive the world. Rhythm and beat one are not objective realities. Pulses and the timing of the spaces between them are real. Pulses can coincide or collide but rhythm is in the machinery of our perception.
Seeing ourselves respond to rhythm and rhyme is taking a peek at our perception for what it was and still is just under the surface. What surface? Normal, competent reading does not need rhythm and rhyme because we are instead taking control of our perception. We are handling the continuity of our gulps without any concern for their meter or speed or any anticipation of beat one. We can go as fast or slow as we want to and stop and start at will. Many people like to read in complete silence or learn to tune out background noise. Narrative reading does not come easily without effort and training. Our means of taking control is with an additional facility of perception that peers inward only and can separately perceive our vision and hearing and thoughts as something that happened a short instant ago. In seeing and hearing this way, we escape the necessity for meter or rhythm and the four beat chunk-limit of our basic primate perception.
This additional perception gives us the ability to consume and create long, narrative-scale organizations of information. In doing things like reading an essay, we can kick off and maintain an internal sense of continuity separate from the world's incoming stimuli which are otherwise set to the pace of our ancient perceptions. In trioonity, this is called Post-Cinema perception and what it looks at is called Cinema perception. Cinema perception includes our fully 'gleaned' visual and aural information but with the limitations in structure imposed by the four-component chunk-limit and an ever-flowing frame rate or gulp-rate. Post-Cinema perception does not replace Cinema perception. It interacts with and enhances our Cinema perception by shepherding thought, vision and words into independent continuities that we can 'see' in our 'minds'. If you are reading this essay, you are shepherding words in sequences beyond the chunk-limit without the aid of rhythm. Congratulations!
In equating reading this essay with the biblical fall from grace, the intention is to suggest that the talent of narrative reading is the hallmark of the very thing that emerged in humans and made us unique. The dicey part of this suggestion is the claim that it was a perceptual talent instead of the traditional claim of an ever-increasing intelligence that one day reached a critical mass. There is an argument for this claim, and it may cause a few folks some embarrassment.
We are gonna need to do some talking about stupid people. This will include simpletons, rubes, yokels, morons, hicks, goyim, dolts, riff-raff and all those common folks who are typically brushed aside as unintelligent or dumb. This often coincides with race or ethnicity but in choosing this parameter specifically, we address humanity uniformly. In contrast, we have people who like to sit in quiet spaces and read high-brow, long-haired treatises because they are intellectually stimulating. Such stimulation is exclusively appreciated by those folks who are viewed as very smart. This perception of smartness is further reinforced by the tendency for these 'smart-people' to be achievers and on the whole, do much better at navigating the modern world than 'simpletons'. Stupid people are more adept at handling the old folksy ways of doing things. This plainly visible situation has led to the conclusion that helping simpletons handle the modern world is the burden… sorry, role of the smart people.
While all that seems to be making the obvious point that those who are more intelligent help those who are less intelligent, which is nice, it is really a load of rubbish. It is also plainly visible that there are examples of wise simpletons and stupid smart people. There is also the phenomenon of the Great Leader who is at first perceived to be very, very, very smart, and then one sudden day, is determined to be dismissively stupid. All this can appear to be saying some confusing things about intelligence, or it could be pointing to something completely different that has little to do with intelligence.
Intelligence is usually defined as a capacity or innate talent that can vary from person to person. The common perception is that some people are just born darn smarter than others. That implies that intelligence is basically fixed and smartness is the extent to which one benefits from one's intelligence in the course of their life. Intelligence can be pushed to the max or left to wallow. If a full course of modern education cannot make one actually more intelligent, then a simple life in the forest or an isolated farm community cannot make one less intelligent. Yet we all solidly talk as is if some tangible variable exists behind the loosely-termed perception of smartness.
How do some cultures get a reputation for an ever-advancing smartness or a primitive backwardness? How does one ask without the offensive suggestion that some particular culture or race is innately dumb or innately superior? It is a difficult case to make. Genetics tells us that intelligence must have been a well-established if variable capacity well before the two thousand generations since all living humans had a common ancestor. That would spread the variation uniformly through the races. What could happen fast enough to genetically change one group? Wouldn't modern racial mixing negate the effect just as quickly? Wouldn't it be terribly conspicuous if one group made an effort to keep their gene pool isolated from others? What sort of public explanation could there be?
"We have, through a conscious examination of the observable facts, determined that the best course of protecting our unique qualities is to isolate our gene pool from others."
Or, put another way…There was a young nation from la-la-land for whom your DNA was contraband They were sure their achievin' flowed from their semen And they stayed in their own Genetistan
If we were to determine that this motivation is based on a rubbish idea, that would present a problem for secularists. If intelligence is the standard-issue alternative for super-natural explanations, then what is the means of transmission if not genetics? What other alternative can there be to the claim that some group is actually favored by God?
No yardstick is truly useful unless we're all confident in the existence of what it measures. Turns out, there is already a lurking yardstick that both the secular and religious already believe to be actually there. Each pose a question… How much have humans departed from animals? And, exactly how far have humans fallen from grace? In trioonity, this can be determined with one common yardstick. You, essay reader, are at the far end of the stick. But this is easily remedied…A town full of avid readers was thinking of choosing new leaders Not to fortify fences but build a consensus So they voted out all the extreme-ers
For one limerick-sized moment there, you were at the middle of the yardstick. This occurred smoothly and with no impact on your intelligence. There should be no stupid after-effects. It is simply easier to read the limerick than the essay. Does it seem like there is something you must engage or switch-on to go from reading the limerick to reading a paragraph full of sentences? Something that might casually be described as giving one's full attention? That's your Post-Cinema perception taking on the role of narrative supervisor and allowing you to read without meter or rhyme. Or rather, this is your Post-Cinema perception taking on the role of narrative supervisor and allowing you to read without meter or rhyme.
This yardstick mobility is due to well-developed reading skills and the effect of such skills on our perception. Or is it? Trioonity reverses this into an alternative claim. Well-developed perceptual skills affect our reading ability. If one tires quickly or can't follow an essay-like presentation, it need not be a reflection of their intelligence. It is instead an indication of the strength or weakness of their inner perception of continuity or, Post-Cinema perception. This perceptual skill isn't needed to read the limerick or communicate via a gulp or two at a time. So, it is hardly crippling to be weak in narrative perception and in most day-to-day situations, a lackluster perception of continuity would go unnoticed.
Here is a yardstick to be used without embarrassment. Perception of narratives and continuity is born relatively weak in everyone. That is, relative to what a life-long course of training and study can do to it. Here is a human resource that a culture can rightly claim to have done a better job about. And, it’s a non-supernatural explanation for how a culture can change its people faster than their genetics ever could. It can make them a nation of capable narrators who can think beyond the chunk-limit and independently create their own narratives. That includes useful talents like invention, exploration and critical thinking.
A culture can claim to be a cradle of modern achievers if it makes a strong effort to train every child of both genders to reach the far end of the yardstick. That means an intense training through childhood with the aim of completion by the onset of puberty. This changes more than what a culture can read, it changes what they can perceive and hence, think. Not every culture is designed to do this. Some cultures don't want every child to see the whole yardstick… just the first half of it. The second half is reserved for those in power. These cultures are not cradles of achievers because they do not grant the means of achievement to its citizens. Not with only half the yardstick. These populations can have all the innate intelligence anyone could ever want but they don't harvest it. Their training is very different.In school we read and recite All day long and into the night Back and forth we rock all around the clock 'Til they say we're ready to fight
So what does falling only halfway from grace look like? As with us, Post-Cinema perception is trained to shepherd narration but without any need for a self-direction or what was earlier called 'engaging one's full attention'. Post-Cinema perception still operates internally but with an imaginary external-direction. This is analogous to reading for us fully trained narrators. We displace identity to the source of the text for the duration of the text and then resume the identity of our internal narration machinery when we stop. At halfway up the yardstick, that doesn't happen. One's sense of identity remains at the level of the limerick and on the receiving end of narration even when the reading stops. This rules out, or at least suppresses, the self-directed ambitions of invention, exploration and critical thinking. These societies provide no means of expression for such ambitions anyway.
The reason a culture would want to do this is because it allows a small group of elites to control a large group of morons, hicks and riff-raff as morons, hicks and riff-raff in an authority-based system. That means, for the riff-raff, any thought or expression beyond the single gulp or a meter-driven verse must have an author. This can be a living, passed-on or imaginary person or persons that are given the identity of the internal shepherd of any narrative thought or speech. And that leads to stories and explanations that are authorized and taken on authority. Training only to this extent leaves a student with only a partially functional Post-Cinema perceptual facility. It is best described as a limited perceptual muscularity that lacks the stamina to sustain a self-directed narration. The ruling elite get a heavy dose of continuity and order in their lives and hence get the full yardstick. Semi-organized chaos is for the riff-raff. Once this system is established, it is easy for the Betters to claim they are better than the riff-raff because they are better in their perception than the riff-raff. Or the Betters can just call them stupid or primitive or unsophisticated or low-born or the common clay. Then, the Betters can call themselves royal or anointed or high-born or god-connected or chosen or just… better.
This half-yardstick model citizen is an archetype that rarely exists in the modern world. Students around the world are exposed to input that trains the rest of the yardstick despite their culture's efforts to suppress their training to the half-mark. Many modern students must be an entirely different sort of person depending on whether they are with their family or friends or workmates. They are flooded with conflicting aspirations of tradition and modernity. The modern world aspires to grant everyone the full yardstick. Other traditional and militant forces insist this will leave behind the Supreme Authority and lead to man-made evil and anarchy and supernatural misfortune. They would hack off the top half of the stick.A budding new nation called Isis is putting the world in a crisis we keep losing lives because we can't choose sides and still be a little like they is.
There are those who wish to live in a mindlessly eternal authoritarian system whose ultimate and unquestionable author is a magic or super-smart person who led a perfect life. Let's call them, Group A. There are those who wish to live in an individually directed pluralistic system of consensual laws that makes no claims of magic or perfection. Let's call them, Group B. There are those who feel neither of those aspirations and would abide by a Law of the Jungle as their own instincts define it. Call these folks Group Zero and exclude them from consideration here. In the first two examples, these are sincere wishes based on an expectation that one will feel relief and then feel good once everyone is living together without conflicting aspirations.
What divides Groups A and B? Would anyone claim that it is intelligence? Perhaps how one is informed or misinformed will entirely determine their social aspirations in the form of a political philosophy. Then how would B's keep emerging from A's or vice versa? This is more than a political leaning or philosophical stance. It is a marker buoy that indicates where one stands on the yardstick and where one thinks everyone else should stand on the yardstick. This is a more clear-cut and dangerous divide because it cuts through all traditional factions equally. Anyone with the aspirations of Group B is siding with pluralism, secularism and autonomy whether they are religious, spiritual or neither. Anyone with the aspirations of Group A is siding with authoritarianism whether they are religious or atheist.
Fascists and religionists aspire to a Type A society where the average citizen submits to the status of moron and takes everything on authority from their betters. In ancient times, this was a simple matter of regulating full training to an exclusive and deserving elite. In modern times, it is a complicated matter of actively suppressing narrative perception in the non-elite population with slogans and rote memorization and, if necessary, torture and terror. Type A societies played a role in the emergence of civilization by dragging humans out of a tribal life in the wild and into large purposeful organizations capable of abundantly feeding and continuously defending ongoing generations of its members.If your homeland is still a Type A and offers the One True Way Some men folk of letters will say they're your betters and hold your ambitions at bay
There is a limited lifespan to a Type A system of governance especially if a society is successful and thrives. As its organizational demands grow, full training must extend beyond the elite to handle increasingly complex systems. In time, narrative perception starts breaking out throughout the population. Efforts to suppress it are eventually overwhelmed and the emphasis switches to regulating and controlling the narrative perception now accepted as inevitable in nearly everyone. Just leading a reasonably civilized and ordered life is going to make the average citizen's perception grow to the full scale of the yardstick. They are no longer fit to be morons. This creates a crisis for the elites that is like looking at the end of time. A crisis of better-ness.
Being better is no longer a plain perception demonstrated in countenance, patience or achievement. In its place must come some imaginative and semi-plausible alternative explanation for the elite's elite-ness. Some of the most creative effort in the history of mankind has gone into filling this hole in the meaning of elite-ness. They eventually fail and a sudden social convulsion transforms the system to a Type B. Better-ness is better forgotten.
A Type B society will in some way introduce the governed into the role of governance. Individual selves are no longer relegated and regulated to be morons and the emphasis switches to regulating everyone's perception of the world. Society concedes that you can own yourself but not the world you live in. This allows Group B to live in an individually-directed pluralistic system of consensual laws that, by the way, must still respect that the world is actually a mindlessly eternal authoritarian system whose unquestionable author is a magic or super-smart person who led a perfect life. Any Type B citizen who still holds to the aspiration of full personal autonomy in both self and setting is now reclassified as Group C. There is no historical evidence that a Type C society has ever existed though there is endless evidence of its aspirants.
This ABC system tracks social aspirations and hence serves as the yardstick of narrative ability.The kind of world you want says more than your choice of font It can say what you see when you're looking at me and in whom you can be confidant
Why would anyone whose perception was self-directed want to live in a strict authoritarian society? Authoritarian religions claim that secularists are placing Man above God or worshipping Man as a God. To a secular humanist, that sounds like a word salad. In the context of trioonity, it is a clear-cut message. Narrations are hosted and shepherded by internal authors until Post-Cinema perception is trained enough to assume self-directed operation. Man as self takes the place of God as author in the role of the operator of un-rhythmic thought and expression that exceeds the chunk-limit. Man falls from grace in abandoning the innocence of always being the listener of narrative thought. That is the original meaning of the word worship- to allow something or someone to be the author of your narrative thoughts. Worship had a different context in an untrained world where sustained narrative thought was rare. In a world of self-narrators, worship is a do-thing where one pinches their eyelids shut and thinks worshipful self-directed thoughts while in a culturally-appropriate posture. That is as much as the thoroughly trained can do, without more training of an opposite kind. Relaxation techniques and modern meditation promote letting go of self-directed narration and shutting off Post-Cinema perception altogether.
Why would anyone whose perception was not self-directed want to live in a pluralistic self-driven society? If one does not rely on their own self-direction, why would he or she trust anyone who did? If everyone answered to the same authority, then everyone would know what to expect from everyone else. Secularists would respond, "sure… we do that too… only in a self-directed fashion so don't worry about it. We choose to be good." It is unproductive to make this claim with someone who believes that man cannot reliably do this and must never try. Modern prayer and worship rituals train worshippers to yield or submit to author-driven or authorized internal narration. This can result in a compromise of sharing the role of author where one is self-directed day-to-day but yields to authors during regularly scheduled rituals. This usually comes with a belief that those who never yield are not trustworthy.
In a Type B society, that trust may extend to practitioners of other rituals. That is as pluralistic as most Type B societies ever get.You'll find that our pathway is wide as long as faith is your guide Remember your reason is not for all seasons lacking grip in a hell-bound slide
Another social parameter that is awkward to discuss is advantage. Does one group have an innate advantage over another when it comes to being civilized? What factors are there to consider except genetics or supernatural forces? Maybe one culture is more advanced than another but in what way? If it is just education and other cultural influences, why aren't the results more uniform? Why can't strict authoritarian nations like NK raise children to be citizens who are happy to live there? Why would the model exist unless there was once a time when it could? And without being a disadvantaged police state in an increasingly pluralistic world?
There is no advantage in possessing a fully-trained self-directed narrative perception in a Type A society if your social status is riff-raff. The system will treat you like a moron… not because you are one, but because they would prefer you that way. Then all your narrative perceptions would be acceptable submissions to authority. If self-narration in the riff-raff becomes a serious problem, society must become a police state. Or, it can fail and fall to a new system that in some way accommodates individual self-narration even if provisionally.
This system offers a reasonable deal to self-narrators… individual autonomy is fine as long as the system can still tell you what kind of world you are being autonomous in. Authority focuses on authorizing things and points of view that citizens are free to autonomously believe in. No restrictions are placed on self-directed eyelid-scrinching while assuming ritual postures or on any conscious thought while doing so. To any victim of a police state, that must seem like unmitigated freedom.
For those raised in a freedom-loving Type B society, there is still a layer of mitigation to find. What if the world did not have to answer to an authority? What if the world had the same freedom we did? Can we use our perception and critical thinking skills to simply ask the world directly what the world is? We could use science and reason to determine the nature of the world and ourselves and design a social system based on what we find as we find it. There would be no authority in the form of an imaginary being whose imaginary feelings have been hurt by turning away from the authorized view. All authority was an illusion meant to shepherd us to the end of the yardstick.
Anyone with these aspirations belongs to Group C and their aspiration is for a Type C society where the world is as self-directed as we are. But first, Type C aspirants should pause and be grateful to live in a Type B society from which to have such aspirations. If we tear at society too ferociously, it could revert to Type A. We must strive to nurture some things that are philosophically uncomfortable. Compromise? No, accommodation of those who are truly disadvantaged in the modern world and as a result, are its greatest threat.
There are a variety of causes of impairment to our capacity to perceive Post-Cinematically. Trauma, injury, actual genetic defect, torture and terror can stunt or limit anyone's capacity to narrate or use internal auto-narrators regardless of racial background. Those with little capacity to self-narrate have no use for the freedom that a Type B provides. When one can find no clarity in their personal narrative, submission to a system that provides clarity without narration (self or otherwise) would be an attractive alternative. Finding one's self stuck in a society that demanded all the responsibilities that go with personal autonomy would be a living hell. Any evidence of failure in that society would be perceived as simply wrong and an example of moral decay.If God really meant to say that evil should be blown away I am ready to serve against all who do swerve 'til His happiness rules the day
Type B societies are losing their problem narrators to Type A causes and organizations. That could be stemmed if our educational system recognized, examined and tested narrative perception with the same fervor as testing math comprehension. Students at risk of full submission to an authoritarian cause could be identified. Educational systems that emphasized recital and rote memorization over critical thinking skills would have to be reformed. No student in a Type B society should be denied the Right of Self-Narration (as it should be enshrined) and demonstrable narrative ability should be a requirement of elected office or any teaching position. It already is for lawyers, doctors and professors. Those have always been elite roles in society.
There is no casting the A-B divide as a fair fight between rival contenders for control of mankind. This is analogous to caterpillars wanting to rid the world of butterflies and outlaw cocoons. Those of us in groups B and C are grounded in a declared position that mankind emerged from the animal kingdom and that personal autonomy equals personal and cultural progress. Type A societies are not rivals. They are predecessors. Time alone will turn a Type A into a Type B. Only violence and terror can reverse the process and only for so long. The momentum of nature is at our backs like a favorable wind.Imagine a world that caters to autonomous self-narrators If only 'twas clear 'tis already here 'neath a veneer of mad dictators
Forget about genetics or intelligence or betterness… this is a fight over the yardstick of narrative perception. There are no races or cultures that are more ready for the full yardstick than others. We have all been ready for it for a long time. It comes on its own in modern life and only active suppression can stop it. We need to counter that suppression anywhere we find it including our own neighborhoods.
There is a simple question one can ask that puts the core issue of the contest in plain sight. Think about the future. Do you see the End of Time? Do you see a time when either we have put things right or the Great Authority Itself comes and puts things right and then time stops? Is that the far edge of the future? Or have you looked past the end of time and seen what the future looks like to the rest of the universe? Does perfection play any role in making the universe stop? Is it time for an end to the end of time?
Perfection is an illusory idea that simply means the moment that the One True Authority is satisfied that all is as it should be. That will herald end of time as we know it.There may still be time when God sounds the gong, but there will be no more time for things to go wrong.
The concept of perfection comes from our desire to see a comforting 'end of time' in our unlimited and un-resolving narrative perceptions as our genetic ancestors always saw and we still see in our chunk-limited perceptions. It is an act of personal courage to, in seeing for one's self, look beyond the perceptual border at the far edge of now. And then to stand fast and live without any need or desire to see the end of time as some future resolution for an imperfect world. Some of us will need help to bolster confidence in the face of social intimidation or require just a bit of extra lift in the learning process. When did you, dear reader, get the confidence to look past the end of time? When you learned to read this essay. Thanks for sharing your time and talent.