There is no east, west, north or south, no Cartesian space. The map is a function of the capitalist brain, yet new maps can be made, new cartographies. There is even no such thing as traditional space, for isn't Earth a sphere, ever folding back to itself?
With a new flush of killings of trans men and women I've seen in the news, one needs to retake an account of the so called trans 'issue—'—— how disrespectful it is to make someone's very essence an 'issue'— and to ponder what some of the deeper meanings are of it.
The politics of being transgender are mostly polluted by right-wing media and cultural incitement. Yet there is an underlying transgender nature inherent to humans. Society, however, has innumerable neuroses it inserts according to whatever kind of Adam & Eve ideal, anal perfectionism, gender normativity animates it. The conservatives have a great fear for the erosion of traditional family structures, while some liberals can have a tendency to make progressivism an ideology. Whichever way you approach it, I believe 'transgenderism' is a progressive development within civilization which helps us explore the unity of the sexes and humanity. The more we reconcile the masculine and feminine as one, the better off we will be, and the more people will be able to live according to their individual nature.
Yet as the natural becomes increasingly removed from the human world, humans have proven themselves to react extremely defensively to re-conceptualization of the masculine-feminine archetype. Most notably in how hidebound traditionalists double down on typical gender norms and adopt more violent forms of heteronormativity. Aside from very politically contrived bugaboos like "transgender ideology" within US culture, I think maybe these kinds of people believe that to break the fragile bonds of connection to what is left of our seemingly natural human relations means would only further de-nature us to such a degree that we must repress any divergences from it. Of course the violence against nature, which everyone feels inside of them on this increasingly sterile planet, should not be met by regression to traditionalist ideologies and further violence. Nature seeks out unity and the convergence of its many seemingly divergent elements. As nature itself is repressed, destroyed, and sublimated, so too is the natural convergence and transcendence between the sexes. Without a living world we will cease to be able to embody what our internal gender provides us. And the more vulnerable transgender and other genderqueer people will be for pursuing the natural inclinations of the psyche which is rooted in the unconscious of the wild.
Once in my 20's I dropped acid at home while my family was on vacation. I think every time I do acid my mind contorts into an amorphous unwieldy shape, and it's like an alchemical experiment where I'm both the experimenter and experimentation.
Back in those days, I was still on mostly good terms with my neighborhood. I was basically a king figure for the kids. They congregated on my lawn like flamingos and I became like the King Raccoon Prince of Bullberry. It was very nice but of course they were just kooky kids and so given my long term degeneration, I eventually fell out of grace. But I remember being high as heaven on acid this one summer day and biking around trying to de-pickle my mind. For there was something that had crept up inside me. One of the kids, Rachel, I suddenly saw stick her little balloon head out of a passing car, shouting hello to me. I was touched but the oval shape and her small little kid's body, combined with the acid degeneration eroding my psyche, made me instantly think we are all little sperms booping fruitlessly around and unsuccessfully trying to inseminate the divine anus. And such thoughts under those conditions tend to be Very Traumatic Business I tell you—
But that terrifying spiritual insight impressed upon me. Putting aside my psychedelic drug abuse for one moment, a cosmic sperm theory seems to have some bastardsome reality.
Now the thing is that the anatomical sperm cell is encased in SEMEN which is issued from a PEEPEE in order to meet a VAGINA EGG. This of course is the main biological premise informing the sperm theory, but now as a transposed ontology conceiving the sperm as a metaphysical structure preceding a cosmic human system.
Well, at the time I believed that I had to break through a spiritual threshold or perish. And our current society certainly nurtures a competitive sort of sperm race in social relations. But the thing is that I believe the sperm form a collective organism— that is they are a sub-organism derived from the individual human whose cells produced them. Working together they seek, through the sexual magnetism of the ovum, to reunite with what is only a seemingly separate body, within the uterine homeland. However, this article talks about how eggs discriminate between different sperms. Trying to fit the egg into a semen theory is another thing— the human body may resemble a sperm, while its egg archetype may take on more metaphorical form. Only in uniting with something whole do we become truly creative and engaged in the flow of life. Or some such hippie shit.
The strange thing is though, that we are semen. We are all the semen of Christ and Buddha and the great Sages. We must flow together in order to see and become with the Egg. The great ovulating eternal life.....
Um.......
The concept of alien otherness has existed since time immemorial. But not until humans developed a science fiction sense of the universe (without getting into ancient alien shit) did we invent the idea of 'Aliens' as another humanoid originating from another place in the galaxy. I can't trace the idea/experience of alien visitation throughout human history, but at least in the past few centuries with the advent of modern astronomy the possibility has become increasingly open to speculation. Ancient Greek and Jainist philosophers, among others, discussed it long ago. I'm sure when any human from any pre-industrial era from any culture anywhere on the earth looked up at the sky they felt eyes staring back, whether only in the recesses of the deep psyche.
But it begs the question of what 'alien' is. Alien is defined by otherness, so can't we all be aliens? Naturally, an intragalactic encounter would send shockwaves within humanity that'd alter our existence forever. But if the only reason we are alien to one another is dislocation within the field of pure Nature then any cosmic species would be our family - although that thought can easily be contested. If spacetime is only an inflection with mind and vice versa then our being is connected to any other on whatever side of the galaxy. That of course is a very bold statement to make for life can occur independently with no organic relation to other crops of life. (Hence ALIEN the MOVIE, EVIL GRASSHOPPER SCORPION RACE)
Yet when you realize our actual experience, of cosmic loneliness and the desolation that reigns over this earth, you begin to perhaps see the earth as a patchwork of many alien worlds. Especially in this day and age, when the human tree's roots have been hacked from the Old Mother.
The diversity of subjectivity and florescence of experience brings us over and over to the experience of alienness and yet undercurrents of communion. Yet without speculating on the thing of alienation from Nature and our animal and plant kin, there is a radical break between us and the other beings on this earth. I sometimes stare back into my cat's eyes and I see a strange, strange creature. The wild minds of this earth. Finding their own niches. Working together, falling apart, singing jungle songs, prairie songs, desert songs, forest songs, mountain songs, tundra songs. Oy! What a crazy world!
In astronomy there's a semantics argument that there's no such thing as moonlight and that it's ontologically just sunlight. But I believe that there actually is moonlight, and thus moonlight is even semantically correct. For though the Moon is 'merely' reflecting light from the Sun this is not to say that the lunar midwife does not through this process become the bottommost substance behind the phenomenon of earthbound moonlight. Were there no Moon to catch it, sunlight would dissipate into the intercosmic void. Each wave of light thus derives its new form from its transformative infusion with the Moon. Brought to bear on a different object in orbit around the Sun, the light would produce its own phenomenological nexus. In such a way Pluto light also derives itself from the Sun's rays, but by the means of reflection there is something doing a reincarnating of the original substance of sunlight, while the sunlight simultaneously fertilizes the body in its darkness and gives full birth to it, in a way resurrecting it through light. Visible light is a particular substance which interacts with another substance within the space continuum— on an atomic level the electrons belonging to their respective coagulated forms, where light is the most purified matter-form. The result is a dual substance because without this second substance the light would dissipate in empty space— indeed light has little meaning if there's nothing to digest it and make it meaningful.
Even the image of the moon brought to life through the sunlight is itself the particularity of 'moonlight.' The image and the light are one and the same.
Many a thought abrewing in my caccoon brain.... I have conducted several exercises in logic and I have come to a more or less reliable conclusion on the metaphysics of the universe. If you want you can trust me to have performed my logick soundly, or if not then you can write me and call me a dummy. Whatever suits you... since after all my conclusion is about the existence of God... and how God caused everything... and how you are an atheist dilettante and surely have two bricks short of a tabernacle... if ever I saw one...
Now as for the atomic imprint, every atom is touched through total cosmic communion by every other atom by virtue of the singularity of the Primal Goo (which is God's baby bath). I just want to get it out of the way that the galactic body is an organism which commutes matter eternally into itself on a transcendent unfathomable time scale and thus our minds are not meant to be upon equal experience in truly 'knowing' it as the firefly caught in the dark sees only the ocean of light inside itself and the ocean of the dark abyss. All grasshoppers eyes bounce beyond a softly flowering firmament in some sort of twilight. However, it must be noted that some projections of the universe posit an eternal entropy and thus eventual withering away of matter as anything but a mote of dust structure nothingness.
Anyways when Frankenstein incubated his stupid monster, he incubated a new humanity. And Mary Shelly noticed that, the machine-made Man being the one who would serve as fodder for the factory of the nascent bourgeois..... and when was the Supernova to look after this mess? Blossomed in dead sky of ancient lights and ocean graveyard beasts, neither serpent nor fish, just goo, old, old goo, dead old goo!
Concerning the primordial ooze.... if every biological beings all belong to a single tree, as most evolutionists believe though I believe it could also have developed in several independent locations: there is no proof for the claim that life is rare, for every specific location where it happens is in fact a massive explosion of the universe, a fullness and plethora concerned not with our thoughts . . .
Now concerning the humanoid evolutionary tendency, wherein certain evolutionary features of life on earth are a manifestation of a transsolar systematics of development, in terms of a cross-cosmic morphological tendency. The sensory appendages of the biological being have certain tendencies to organize their sense apparatuses into similar forms while clearly specializing in certain functions rather than others. Worms, who are not very mammalian, lack eyes, yet are capable of detecting light and dark, which amounts to the same thing. That is the rub: the elemental fact of light breeds a tendency toward vision, which develops out of eyes, on earth (there must be many exceptions to this thought, since I am not a biologist). However, plants do not have eyes, nor is it necessarily logical to say that they "see" despite the fact that they respond to light. However, if we consider a well-developed alien world we will find that definite sensory structures will have formed along the delineated structure of cosmic phenomena: the elements, solar fusion, light, and the requirements of life. Thus it is not too hard to imagine aliens having similar features to us - for that cosmic spacetime is technically separated by space, a universal sub-structure persists through the metaphysical fabric which precedes spacetime.
Now concerning the , in my ear... er, germs .....
It’s a perfectly REASONable hypothesis. Even the philosophants of astrology, a self-identified liberal school, accept the premises of new theories in order to re-evaulate their science, that is to say, divination— somewhere between at least.... Yes. Exactly, I apologize for slobbering. I’m not used to this city bustle. I’m an idiot, and, I just meant to propose— simply speaking, a new, yes, proposable , that is, WELL, you know!! A THESIS UPON THE MOON'S OPERATIONS within the..... psychic physiology—!
Anyways so— what I was saying was that the lunar body kernelizes within the child, and thenceforth that lunar core forms their basic moon magnetics. The alienated consciousness of society divides the unconscious and conscious into a nervous cyst within that rock core which emits erratic frequencies which form the symphonic pseudoharmony of the alienated personality. One can go so far as saying, but one often shouldn’t, that the love attraction functions very high-tuned to this essential eccentric frequency. And thus all the more rare it lets the swan in the door. In the meantime in normal social fields the lunar frequency spreads out (often crawling, groping) and intersperses into other lunar energies. Our lunar frequencies, which consist in the physical orbits of our bodies in society and their psychic wake, form a ground upon we operate on a social unconscious level in the most primary aspect, until further lunar magnetics increase the magnetism of us on interpersonal and psychic levels.
As the moon sets, so does the body become the psyche. In what way are we our mysterious selves, lost in the specter of a forest of eyes? We can hope to trust in the moon magnet and let it roll a blanket for us while Earth rumbles beneath us and we drink the tea of dream.
