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Sound and images … The lies of this world … Labels … and a couple or three links …

“Yamanakabushi” performed by Jean-Pierre Rampal & Yuzuko Horigome, from the album “Yamanakabushi: Japanese Melodies”, Vol. 3, (1982)

I tried writing in silence and posting plain text with no sound and no images, Just the facts, ma’am” … and I don’t enjoy writing in silence and I do enjoy trying to pass on the mood to my readers, or at least to offer the opportunity to taste the mood … so I have decided to go back to sound and images as part of this effort … my blog, my rules.

I found this item, like a delightful little breakfast treat left over from the surfeit of Christmas  … David and I seem to be in a similar  frame of mind regarding “The World” …

https://www.davidwarrenonline.com/2018/01/11/le-monde/

David Warren

David Warren

… I was, even in those days, a fan of this “Richard Nixton” (the misspelling of his name was a smug convention). I didn’t actually like him, but in the words of a Czech friend, “he gives those liberals heart attacks,” and that seemed a good enough reason to support him.

For those were the days when I was just discovering that a lad with my views is not called a “liberal,” but a “conservative” instead. (I’ve since moved on, to “reactionary.”) It was a question of mere labels, “truth in advertising” as it were. An old-fashioned “liberal” like my father to start, I was already in favour of liberty and small government, against totalitarianism and thus, gung-ho on Vietnam.

But I had also already noticed that most people who thought themselves “liberals,” were otherwise insufferable. …

Satan

Satan

I am reflecting on references in previous posts (here) regarding the “Chiaroscuro” of silence versus noise revealing the face of God.  And also reflecting on references in previous posts (here) and (here) about the appropriateness of “labels” or metaphorical “figures” standing for icons in respective cultures, icons of evil, and icons of good, and the error of believing that the “label” is the “thing” … the good or the evil “actualized” in the label.

Another post (here) ruminating on the use of metaphorical and mathematical labels to stand for personal opinions, or assertions of theory which we desire to be true, but which remain “unproven” or “not true” and the inherent error of confusing the label for the truth and the truth for the label, as if the truth becomes self evident (obviously) by virtue of the chosen label, and if one just “doesn’t get it” one must be self evidently lacking in some essential aspect.

Spirited Away, Dragon and Girl

Spirited Away, Dragon and Girl

Something about the frequency with which we delude ourselves, how the best plans and ideas of mice and men “gang aft a’glay“, our innate ability to discern truth (what 21st century man identifies as “our BS detector”) seems to have gone wildly astray in the minute by minute noise and distraction of our 21st century society.

We have lost our affinity for silence, that peace which man was originally born with and experienced daily, so many thousands of years ago.

Man has lost the simplicity, the natural innocence, of childhood. That is why silence is so difficult for him. And man rejects silence even more because he wants to become God himself, and has done so for all time, since Adam first sought to “become god”. That is why Christ admonished us to “become as little children”. In silence man cannot be a false god, cannot pretend to “be” god, but can merely stand in a luminous face-to-face encounter with God.

Saint Augustine

Saint Augustine

In “The Confessions”, Saint Augustine exposes his own experience with these beautiful lines: “Late have I loved Thee, O Beauty so ancient and so new; late have I loved Thee! For behold Thou wert within me, and I outside; and I sought Thee outside and in my unloveliness fell upon those lovely things that Thou hast made.

Thou wert with me and I was not with Thee. I was kept from Thee by those things, yet had they not been in Thee, they would not have been at all. Thou didst call and cry to me and break open my deafness: and Thou didst send forth Thy beams and shine upon me and chase away my blindness: Thou didst breathe fragrance upon me, and I drew in my breath and do now pant for Thee: I tasted Thee, and now hunger and thirst for Thee: Thou didst touch me, and I have burned for Thy peace.

Where are the dwelling places of solitude and silence? Where are those places where we escape the noise and distractions of modern life, the disruptions which continually prevent us from finding God? Only a fortunate few can find the solitude and silence of the sea, or of the desert, or the mountain hermitage. Where do we find this silence in our busy daily run?

  早春賦, William W. Spearman IV, from the album “Beautiful Japanese Songs” (2006)

For joy … I find myself not so alone in my observations of the irrational illogicality of life on this tiny planet of mostly blue water. I give you a couple of tidbits worth visiting just in time to save us from giving way to despair and desperation.

https://www.davidwarrenonline.com/2018/01/05/twelfth-night-no-surrender/

“… “A lie gets halfway round the world before the truth even gets its pants on,” or something like that, as Mark Twain is supposed to have said, though if he did, it was hardly original.” courtesy of David Warren.”

and

https://www.thecatholicthing.org/2018/01/05/the-stupid-animal/

” … “Bombogenesis” is my favorite word this week. It is meteorologist’s jargon for what is happening off America’s Eastern Seaboard. It was last popularized, if I recall aright, four years ago, when we had about twenty of them in the North Atlantic, within a January and February.

These storms result from a form of collision between high and low-pressure cells. The air pressure suddenly drops, and sailors are in for quite a blow. A lot of snow is dumped along coasts. But it is not the end of the world; not yet.

The fish in the sea are probably exempt, but I’ve noticed that animals on land often react to these pressure drops: even cats and dogs. They know to seek shelter. Humans, not so much, till they have heard a weather report; but as the keeper of a municipal weather station when I was a high-school kid, I found that I could tell, too. This was because I was “open to the experience.”

Many things that humans can do are not apparent to most humans.” … Also courtesy of the same David Warren writing on a different blog site.”

C.S. Lewis, at his desk writing

C.S. Lewis, at his desk writing

It is well to remember the words of Aslan (the Lion icon) “… He answered, “Child, all the service thou hast done to Tash, I account as service done to me. …  I take to me the services which thou hast done to him. For I and he are of such different kinds that no service which is vile can be done to me, and none which is not vile can be done to him. … Dost thou understand, Child?”  

I said, “Lord, thou knowest how much I understand”. But I also said (for the truth constrained me), “Yet I have been seeking Tash all my days”.  “Beloved”, said the Glorious One, “unless thy desire had been for me thou wouldst not have sought so long and so truly. For all find what they truly seek”. C.S. Lewis, “The Last Battle”

Cheers

Joe

Perhaps the “Brights” do have the answer … do tiny minorities inherently have the truth by virtue of their minuscule numbers, their sample size?  But what about the rest? Well, they are also beloved of God, or so I am told …

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