Saturday, July 14, 2018

On what planet?


On what planet are superheroes born? Perhaps the answer is a lot closer than the fabulists would have us assume.  The function of heroes flying around, doing nice stuff, or not so, their function, in an economy of human energy consumption and output is a real question. Our answer is not meant to be definitive, but an arrow for further cerebral revolutions. And it is this:

As mankind, men and women, have become more engrossed in their imagination, (an aspect of modernity) the place of physical activity has decreased, in human life; it has literally become smaller, as you can estimate from the shift from a farmer's life to the profile of an office worker.

What does such a shift mean for the world people create, in their heads. Interestingtly, that world is now not consumed with stories of Paul Bunyan like heroism, with feats like chopping down lots of trees. That may be implausible, but now, such heroes are even less tethered to any likely scenario. Now the hero in our imaginings of the physical world have wings, or capes, and the whole alarerial dimension, as opposed to a dirt filled real outdoors, is the setting for human heroism.

And notice the place of sex, or lack of it, in such narratives.

Just interesting.

This displacement of energy from the physical to the mental, that may be getting larger, has one outcome: for a tiny minority, it results in greater mental capacity-- as in Stephen Hawking. For most, the numerically disabled, it still results in changes, apparrent in the figments we mention above. For, the mind, less connectedd to the body, still has to have pictures of some sort. And these pictures tell their own story.






Monday, July 9, 2018

For some reason the tune to this is "I'm getting married in the morning"

For the article titled

Cross Species Transfer of Genes Has Driven Evolution

click this link
http://www.newswise.com/articles/view/697075/?sc=swhn

although I cannot resist excerpting
......
“Jumping genes, properly called retrotransposons, copy and paste themselves around genomes, and in genomes of other species. How they do this is not yet known although insects like ticks or mosquitoes or possibly viruses may be involved – it’s still a big puzzle,” says project leader Professor David Adelson, Director of the University of Adelaide’s Bioinformatics Hub. 
“This process is called horizontal transfer, differing from the normal parent-offspring transfer, and it’s had an enormous impact on mammalian evolution.”
....

Ding dong the bells are going to ring

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Way, way.. Waay...

This passage reminded me of something I have wondered about:

'.... T. rex and kin dominated the Earth for over 150 million years. They endured extreme temperature changes, rising and falling oceans, and super-volcano eruptions, and they diversified as their home—the supercontinent of Pangaea—literally broke apart. Dinosaurs were prehistory’s ultimate survivors ...'

No one doubts that dinosaurs (except their relatives--birds) did not co-exist with human beings.  But why, then, do all cultures (most anyway) have stories about--- dragons.  Dragons look and act like dinosaurs. What is the difference, besides one being agreed on as fictional?

Surely the stories about dragons point to the reality of an ancestral memory, the existence of which is something Plato and Jan Cox agree on. Then though, this memory must go way way, WAY, back.

Friday, June 29, 2018

Beating a read philoopopher

...that "whereof one may not speak, about that one must be silent",

Wittgenstein missed one salient (silient) dimension, you can talk 'around' the invisible----- as long as the maps are fresh---- as long as the fingers of the cerebral are eerily airy

Of course this approach is enough to clatter the teacups of analytic philosophers, were any left. They yearn for nothing more than to be able to put their cup in a saucer on a desk on a floor on a cement foundation on a nameable terrestrial layer-- on a --- on a -- but NO, never on a turtle's back.

Maybe we are all snowflakes

Maybe we are all snowflakes

or

maybe we are all raindrops--- all of us, that is, with a conscious intent to be more -- conscious; that intent which, to be remembered is itself, a  triumph on the way ...

Tuesday, June 26, 2018

What happened on November 5

What happened on November 5, besides these people dying.

1979 – Al Capp, American cartoonist 
1981 – Rangjung Rigpe Dorje, 16th Karmapa, Tibetan spiritual leader 
1985 – Arnold Chikobava, Georgian linguist and philologist 
1985 – Spencer W. Kimball, American religious leader, 12th President of The Church of Jesus Christ of LDS
1986 – Adolf Brudes, German race car driver 
1989 – Vladimir Horowitz, Ukrainian-American pianist and composer
1997 – Isaiah Berlin, Latvian-English historian, author, and academic
2005 – John Fowles, English novelist 
2005 -  Jan. M. Cox, American philosopher 
2015 – Hans Mommsen, German historian and academic 

What if the message is that there is no message, no messageable message...

November 5, 2005


News Obituary Article
STONE MOUNTAIN: Jan Cox, 67, philosopher

By HOLLY CRENSHAW

Jan M. Cox was a philosophical tour guide who led his followers on a jolly romp through the unexplored recesses of their own minds.
The author and lecturer conducted "neurological field trips," said Wanda Cooley of Pine Lake, who started attending his talks in the 1970s.
"People often called Jan an entertainer of ideas, and if you saw his TV show or read his books, you'd understand that he had a different way of looking at life," Ms. Cooley said. "His real legacy is the activation of the higher parts of our nervous system, but he brought humor to everything and never took life too seriously."
Mr. Cox, 67, of Stone Mountain died Nov. 5 of cancer at Emory University Hospital. The body was cremated. No service is planned. A.S. Turner & Sons is in charge of arrangements.
Mr. Cox's philosophical musings, which will continue to be updated on his Web site at www.jancox.com, defy easy paraphrase but generally urge a more fully conscious approach to life.
A former carpenter and musician, Mr. Cox practiced law and served as dean of Atlanta's now-defunct Columbia Southern School of Law before devoting most of his energy to writing and lecturing. He sold audiotapes and videos of his talks, which air on public access television as "New Intelligence With Jan Cox." His books feature tantalizing titles such as "The Death of Gurdjieff in the Foothills of Georgia," "And Kyroot Said" and "Magnus Machina," described as "a travelogue to the dangerous edge of objective instability."
In 1970, the then 32-year-old Mr. Cox mounted an unconventional campaign for governor of Georgia, which baffled political pundits. He issued press releases on pastel-colored paper, occasionally spoke in riddles and always deflected personal questions, a practice he kept up his whole life.
"He wasn't out there trying to reshape the world, and he certainly wasn't out to win," said Derek Hardison of Con-yers, an adherent of Mr. Cox's philosophy. "He saw people walking around mechanically who suspected they could be something else, and he wanted those people to be able to find him. And if you want statewide attention, qualifying for a primary might possibly be the least expensive avenue there is."
Peter Kagel of Atlanta was part of a theater troupe that performed at several venues, including Evotek in Buckhead and OK Alright in Decatur.
"The theater was part of Jan's Merry Pranksters approach to doing things you wouldn't normally do," Mr. Kagel said. "It was a very rewarding experience, contemplative and meditative and wild and wacky all at the same time.
"Jan was a very talented person --- musically, intellectually. He was wise, he was energetic, he was forceful and zestful and relentless. He talked three nights a week and wrote every day and was involved in what he was doing 110 percent," Mr. Kagel said.
"In some respect, he made himself as unlikable as possible so people didn't lean on him and would focus more on his ideas. He certainly wasn't going to be your pal in the traditional sense. He could be endearing and he could be detestable. He was many different things, and that's what made him so unusual."
Survivors include two sons, Troy Jan Cox of Lawrence-ville and Tracy Marvin Cox of Douglasville; a brother, Jere lan Cox of Acworth; and three grandchildren.
> Read more about Jan Cox's ideas at www.jancox.com
© 2005 The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Published in The Atlanta Journal-Constitution on Nov. 12, 2005