The paralysis of analysis: hopelessness in the current world
Abandon hope all ye who enter here.
The 1814 translation into English by the Reverend H. F. Cary is the origin for this phrase in English, although he gave it as the less commonly used 'All hope abandon ye who enter here'.
Through me you pass into the city of woe:
Through me you pass into eternal pain:
Through me among the people lost for aye.Justice the founder of my fabric mov'd:
To rear me was the task of power divine,
Supremest wisdom, and primeval love.Before me things create were none, save things
Eternal, and eternal I endure.
All hope abandon ye who enter here.
One of the prices of knowledge, especially when deprived of power is pain. When Trump seemed ready to provoke WW3 by escalating in Syria, many of us were frightened for the immediate futures of ourselves, our families, our friends. Now that the immediate threat has abated, we are still faced with the arduous prospect of slow suffocation of our life, liberty and pursuit of happiness.
The converse, "ignorance is bliss", rings quite true in these times. When the Gods of War almost started the War Without Return (WW3), I thought long and hard as to whether to call my children. After consideration, I did not do so. The "benefit" of advanced knowledge of pending destruction appeared insignificant in comparison to the horror and perhaps panic such information might have had. Like most of their peers, my children have no earthly concern for "politics" even though this Python from Hades constricts our freedom daily.
c99 is an intellectual haven for me and many others, even those, who, like alligators, are content to lurk beneath the surface, while covertly observing the gloom and doom. Those hardy, stolid creatures care not what travails occurs on shore, being sure of their own future success as predicted by their millions of years past. Past predicts future.
Well, not quite. But our history is currently is like the drunkard's walk, a state in which the drunkard, having lost control of his limbs, staggers unpredictably onward. Yet, each stumble and hesitation leads to a loss of entropy; in other words, the drunkard loses postural stability at a higher entropy level (erectness) with each such misstep. The result is that the drunkard's inability to right himself (or herself) loses more entropy (altitude, erectness) with each lurch and lean. The final result is not random, although the path taken to achieve the end-posture of lying in the gutter is unpredictable.
For me, the path to the gutter of our world, our civilization, is unpredictable but the result certain.
Is there a way way, conceivable, even if unlikely to add additional entropy, forestalling the drunkard's fall until sobriety recurs? This is the GREAT QUESTION of our time. Whatever cast of characters, the dysfunctional, malevolent institutions dictates that WE have no control. In effect, being powerless, we have no means of righting ourselves, being subject to overwhelming force, consistently applied.
Hat tip to snoopydawg for this excellent link to an article "Inverted Totalitarianism"
The expositor, Sheldon Wolin, paints a grimly correct analysis of the current dysfunctional system, which again, python-like, progressively squeezes harder each time we exhale, until we no longer breathe.
One may call this essay a rant. I might call it a requiem.
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although it will be painful...
my hope is the dollar goes belly up and we are too broke to continue our foolish military aggression around the world. That's my preference over WW3 w/ China/Russia.
That's all dependent on climate chaos allowing for our survival...a very questionable assumption.
That Hedges piece is really good. I also enjoyed his recent article, America the Failed State
“Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.”
Life in Amerika, like the rest of the world is already painful
Is perverse nationalism a la Trump any better or worse than globalist neoliberalism? No. The solution is not in my ken.
Not a rant, but absolutely prose.
Taking a moment, I'm going to apply the various philosophies I'm studying and trying to live according to, and how each would respond to this situation. (YMMV, and this is just my personal views.)
The Cynic in me Knows that this is outside of the self. It is an imposition of despair from without, for the imposition of despair is a powerful tool for those who would be tyrants. When you feel like you can't even do ANYTHING because of despair, that's when TPTB have you exactly where they want you. You are a slave in all but name. Therefore, I suggest we look at our shackles, and realize which we can easily remove without TPTB noticing.
Judo would remind me that no Pin is impossible to break, provided that the opponent doesn't make a mistake. Some holds you can't escape from, but that does not mean give up. It means tap, then go at it again from another angle. It's a marathon, not a sprint, and being down for a moment doesn't mean that you can't get back up later.
And the poetry I'm writing tells me that this is but a moment in time. A coda where it is time to reflect on what was and what will come. Knowing the future from the past doesn't mean that it is inevitable. Parts may be, but having at least a vague map lets you know where to go for shelter.
Aaaand that's my take. It's simplistic, but nature in its infinite complexity always seems to follow simple rules.
I do not pretend I know what I do not know.
Thanks for the compliment, dmw
Your comment is hopeful and proper:
Sometimes it is hard to get out of a box. lined with mirrors, suggesting an infinity of sameness as one looks in all directions. Thus getting out of the box may require the help of others not so forlorn.
Au Secours, Joe Shikspack - Alligator Ed listens to Brahms -
You Sir Alligator Ed scare me quite a bit.
If the result is certain, why would that path be unpredictable?
In my opinion it's very predictable that the drunkards fall into the gutter and suffocate themselves in the muddy mess they created.
The drunkards die with all the others they killed. And that is the start of a new beginning.
Forestalling? You want to forestall it? I want to get it over with. The drunkards can't fall fast enough.
You write so well, but I don't see the python squeezing out the last breath of a that alligator.
Nope.
When Alligators start listening to Brahms, something isn't right.
Please get outta there in whatever you are in. There were survivors of WWII and there will be survivors of WWIII.
Don't do that again. Little girls get scared when men want to die.
https://www.euronews.com/
Mimi, thanks for your observations
Listen to Brahms--yes. Puccini not so much.
thanks for this and sorry for the way
I tried to make fun with my first reactions to your article to distract from its seriousness.
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I've been living a post-hope existance for a while now
Regardless of what actions are taken I don't see any way that even one human will be alive in 50 years, and nobody who reads this blog (aka those without wealth and power to secure a spot in a shoddy bunker somewhere) will be alive in 10 years. Things are about to get very bad, very quickly.
My confirmation bias is confirmed daily.
There is a sort of zen about it all. Act, act with virtue, but without hope of reward or positive result.
I would be more concerned about the disastrous future the El Trumpo regime is bringing about if I thought there was a future for humanity. In a way a lack of hope is liberating. I find comfort in understanding.
Everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about. All of humanity is in hospice now. Be kind to one another.
"The greatest shortcoming of the human race is our inability to understand the exponential function." -- Albert Bartlett
"A species that is hurtling toward extinction has no business promoting slow incremental change." -- Caitlin Johnstone
Post-hope? No hope? Faint hope?
The late (passed, alas, in 2015) Anne Herbert called it in 1995
https://skipmendler.wordpress.com/2016/06/19/handy-tips-on-how-to-behave...
Originally published in the Whole Earth Review, Spring 1995, p. 88.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Herbert_%28writer%29
I hadn't known of Anne Herbert
Her thought and writing resonate deeply and acutely here
Hope to find more of her writing now
"Random kindness and senseless acts of beauty"
derives from the same essay. It's about the best advice we've got left.
There is no justice. There can be no peace.
funny, but i’d almost subtitled my part III climate chaos: water
‘abandon all hope ye who enter here’, and i’d issued warnings about reading it all in one swell foop. the only two who’d even commented on it weren’t phased a bit, seemingly.
i’d have to say that the only times i get depressed about any of the current national and global zeitgeist is that it simply didn’t have to be this way, even with the polar icecaps melting at ever more alarming rates, uncovering more methane pools, etc., having baked in the sixth extinction already. we know who to point the fingers toward, and few name them for who they are and what they’ve done: capitalists and their cul-de-sac status quo handmaidens. but in the end, i find that knowledge liberating, myself.
it’s certainly not only in amerika that the leaders are oppressing, murdering, if sometimes slowly, enslaving the citizenry by the greed of capitalist desire to make more and more profits by way of forced austerity, deadly pharma, GMO foods and seeds, rampant homelessness, endless wars and the related diasporas of millions.
“We're starving in a handful of gluttons
We're drowning in their gravy spills
Their tongues are silver forks
There's a lack of wisdom,
You can hear it on their breath
Windego
It's delicate confronting these priests of the golden bull
They preach from the pulpit of the bottom line
Their minds rustle with million dollar bills
You say Silver burns a hole in your pocket
And Gold burns a hole in your soul
Well, uranium burns a hole in forever
It just gets out of control”
~ buffy sainte marie
but when all hope is lost, what we do know is this: that we’ll all die one day, most of us not by choice, but most of us never learned to live with the knowledge that death always hovers just out of sight over our left shoulders (don juan mateus), which sense might have aided us to ask: ‘is this what i’d want to be doing if i knew this might be my last moment on this mortal coil, on this side?’. so we do what we can do in order to make community and alleviate some of the suffering of those we’re able to aid, tend our flowers, grow our herbs, be enlightened by our music of choice, and act as our consciences dictate we must. yes, tell our truths to one another, know our own inner duels with our dark sides (i have many), make amends to those we can...and wing our prayers out into the noosphere to others living similar dire fates.
in this country we’ve come to believe that we can change the world by marking Xes in voting booths for one duopoly candidate or another, as do citizens of other lands. but look what con jobs were obomba, tsipras, a host of others. i reckon i don’t feel any less safe w/ the great orange one in the oval, and as far as a peace deal w/ north korea: it was the D team who’d tried to tank it earlier, now it’s the exceptionally dangerous pompeo reneging on the deal, same as w/ the iranian nuclear accords. face it, the PTB, corporate inverted totalitarian model, the competing ‘deep states’...just don’t want peace.
i just covered the tragic-farce of the 2-day Nato summit in brussels, and that alliance is sooooo not about peace and ‘defense’ it’s not funny. oh, yes, trump was his usual incoherent asshole, made his ‘out of nato’ threats, changed nothing but making himself more enemies and declaring Victory at the end, but those doughty souls who go to Nato summits and cry ‘No mas!’ are the darlings of my heart.
not calling your kids was a wise decision, i think, gator. what if we'd always known that 'We Are One'? maybe now...more of us do know. oh, crap, no versions of sweet honey performing this are on youtube any longer; don't let the images get in the way of the lyrics and vocals. blessings on ya, gator.
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Thank you, wendy, for your poetic comment
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i'm glad that you find solace in this community;
it's still a foreign land to me as a newcomer w/ (often unappreciated, smile) more radical leftist politics. that said, rants, fine prose or not, can serve many purposes by way of telling our own soul's truths at a moment in time, whether venting our fear, grief, rage, or describing our personal dangerous, life-threatening precariousness at this point in time.
i used to have as a bodywork client a local doc who played banjo w/ me at times. when we talk at my office, she often wondered if i might like her to prescribe anti-depressants for me. zounds, take the whichever color pill (the matrix) and go back to sleep? egad, without the ability to feel heart and soul-piercing pain, even in self-reflection, how does one know one's even alive?
thanks for the steve miller tune, it's new to me. i usually find my go-to miller is 'livin' in the USA' ('somebody get me a cheeseburger...')
may i offer the magical, other-worldy carlos santana featuring 'everlast'? (he gave so much juice to so many of the young uns):
Thanks, wd, for the musical suggestion.
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