Her Prophet Ruminates Dismally
Dec. 19th, 2019 10:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nebris~I tend to alternate between Optimism and Pessimism. Swinging to the latter at the moment....
There are the obvious sociopolitical reasons for that; the ongoing triumph of Oligarchy, of which Trump and Johnson are merely symptoms; the looming horrors of Catastrophic Climate Change; and the near total inability of the body politic to deal with, or even face up to, these paramount crises.
I am fairly certain that said inability stems from fundamental flaws in the nature of Baseline Humans, aka me and thee. We evolved as tribal hunter/gatherers and are simply not capable of dealing with these massive existential issues. Our natural outlook is too narrow and provincial. The few who can see these things clearly tend to be loners who can stand outside of the sociopolitical order and their prognostications terrify most into either ignoring or persecuting them.
And of course there is the issue of Baseline Males. We're far too aggressive and unstable to handle Modern Technological Civilization. We're evolved for The Hunt and the Protection of The Tribe, which we have distorted into Capitalism and War respectively...
...and at that point, last Sunday afternoon, I ran out of steam. It's early Tuesday morning now. Taking another run at this...
I'm tired and worn down. Been at this Guru Racket for over twenty three years now. And The Sisterhood still seems just out of reach. Haven't been able to finish The Liber, our 'liturgy and how to manual'. Our High Priestess is not doing well; serious health issues. And obviously the world is getting more insane by the day.
I've talked about how we're already IN Collapse, a slow and steady slide into chaos and the need to both survive said Collapse and have 'another functional structure extent to replace it', my goal being that such would be The Sisterhood, at least the basic foundations of the thing.
...and then is was Thursday morning...
This grinding progression gives y'all some idea of how agonizing my writing process has been. I can spew out text when I'm trolling because I'm motivated by my anger. Anger overcomes my depression. But The Liber requires reflective thought and there I just bog down. I'm also older and sicker.
My hope is to finish at least the first draft of The Liber before I die. Be nice if I had time to write more fiction about the future Sisterhood too. Stories help move these things forward. One of our Elders reminded me of that just a little while back.
Anyway, that's enough pissing and moaning for now...
There are the obvious sociopolitical reasons for that; the ongoing triumph of Oligarchy, of which Trump and Johnson are merely symptoms; the looming horrors of Catastrophic Climate Change; and the near total inability of the body politic to deal with, or even face up to, these paramount crises.
I am fairly certain that said inability stems from fundamental flaws in the nature of Baseline Humans, aka me and thee. We evolved as tribal hunter/gatherers and are simply not capable of dealing with these massive existential issues. Our natural outlook is too narrow and provincial. The few who can see these things clearly tend to be loners who can stand outside of the sociopolitical order and their prognostications terrify most into either ignoring or persecuting them.
And of course there is the issue of Baseline Males. We're far too aggressive and unstable to handle Modern Technological Civilization. We're evolved for The Hunt and the Protection of The Tribe, which we have distorted into Capitalism and War respectively...
...and at that point, last Sunday afternoon, I ran out of steam. It's early Tuesday morning now. Taking another run at this...
I'm tired and worn down. Been at this Guru Racket for over twenty three years now. And The Sisterhood still seems just out of reach. Haven't been able to finish The Liber, our 'liturgy and how to manual'. Our High Priestess is not doing well; serious health issues. And obviously the world is getting more insane by the day.
I've talked about how we're already IN Collapse, a slow and steady slide into chaos and the need to both survive said Collapse and have 'another functional structure extent to replace it', my goal being that such would be The Sisterhood, at least the basic foundations of the thing.
...and then is was Thursday morning...
This grinding progression gives y'all some idea of how agonizing my writing process has been. I can spew out text when I'm trolling because I'm motivated by my anger. Anger overcomes my depression. But The Liber requires reflective thought and there I just bog down. I'm also older and sicker.
My hope is to finish at least the first draft of The Liber before I die. Be nice if I had time to write more fiction about the future Sisterhood too. Stories help move these things forward. One of our Elders reminded me of that just a little while back.
Anyway, that's enough pissing and moaning for now...
