Slammr (imported) wrote: Mon Jul 11, 2011 10:31 pm
Could it be that many of us are, at heart, still 13 or 14?
Were I to respond to Slammr's question with all the accuracy my word-usage-skill-set allows, I would say that it is my sense of my age at heart is of the as-yet unborn. As I have consistently observed, I never went through the infant-child transition, and therefore, could never become a child, or, subsequently an adolescent, or even yet, an adult, in the traditional sense of culturally based socialization. For the purposes of what I find to be my life work, this is optimal.
Optimal? I find being as I am allows me access to ways of doing deep values research as a participant-observer in ways no child, adolescent, or adult would be able to accomplish.
The Eunuch Archive political board postings contain what I experience as indicators of possible conflict within the body politic. These indicators are, to me, indicators of issues grounded in deep social/cultural values, values traditionally held as being so deep as to be defined as outside the ken of permissible inquiry. And yet, to me, those "outside the ken of permissible inquiry" deep values are of superficial surface when contrasted with the issues of some of the most "distressing to socially well-adjusted people" issues of the most profoundly challenging of the Archive Fiction stories.
I previously mentioned the paper, "Dialogue - A proposal," by David Bohm, Donald Factor, and Peter Garrett, which is easily found on the Internet. I have mentioned the last sentence of the first paragraph, "In our view this condition points to a deep and pervasive defect in the process of human thought." Where I differ from the that view is in finding that there is no defect; instead, I find that there is an as-yet-unfulfilled opportunity which holds formidable promise for the future of humanity.
For having the temerity to ponder asking the deepest value questions of the Eunuch Archive Fiction Stories, it was traditional to be burned at the stake not all that long ago. Or, have I terribly mis-read human history?
My personal (and scientific?) model of the process of conventional socialization goes somewhat like this: Prior to being born, a person is collecting the tools for becoming born. During infancy, a person is collecting the tools for symbolic communication. The infant-child transition is the internalizing of deception as a tool for symbolic communication. Childhood is the collecting of the repertoire of culturally-mandated tools of deception (aka, psychological defenses). Adolescence is the collecting of the skill set, as culturally mandated, necessary for the adolescent-adult transition. Adulthood is the stage of coercive indoctrination of deception as culturally mandated into the next generation. And the vicious cycles of addictive displacement are as though interminable. Except for autism, autism being a condition in which the self is an object of objective study such that the distortions of reality which are the essence of psychological defenses (mental mechanisms which distort reality in the service of the [Freudian] socialization-generated ego [as contrasted with the work of W. R. D. Fairbairn, and his object relations theory of selfhood?] are recognized as being of deception and are therefore rejected and expunged from the self so studied.
Does the immediately prior sentence, beginning with, "Except for autism..." make any useful sense other than as a gaggle of unintelligible incomprehensibilities?
As I now recall, a psychiatrist, Abraham Low, once commented, "If my patients had patience, I would not have patients." That works for me only if read aloud. I deem the whole set of Archive Fiction stories to be a very precious social resource, one for which much of society is not well-prepared, and is not well prepared because of the deep values within some of the stories, values which are of the tragedies of some very destructive social taboos and the tragedies of exposing those tragedies within conscious human awareness.
Remember the strategic hamlet, My Lai, of the Song My village? To save My Lai, it had to be destroyed? If I am sufficiently impatient, how long might it be, before I become inpatient? Perhaps, to wisely save the Archive and all of its stories, we truly need to be patient in order to avoid destroying that which we wisely seek to save.
My best guess so far is that the textual content of the stories is not the real issue. I suspect that the real issue is the way in which the meanings deep within some of the most profoundly valuable of the stories grapple with , by whatever name one prefers that it be called, that so-called "deep and pervasive defect in the process of human thought."
I offer a gentle not-quite-an-admonishment. Patience, diligent patience, in getting the Fiction Archive once again available may be the only practicable way to save it. My personal notion is that the Fiction Archive "predicament" may be important enough to merit serious attention by those interested in it who meet in person at the MoM next month.
If I cannot drive there, cannot moped there, cannot bicycle there, cannot run there, cannot walk there; perhaps I will attempt to crawl there. I do know how to crawl. Deep values research often can be done no faster than at a slow crawl.