To the Heart of Rebirth

I. The Current State

Our last century’s best attempt at (re)discovery of a feminine constellation of meaning and feminine creativity was hijacked and turned against itself by our nation’s most wealthy and powerful – chief stewards of the same, increasing hollowness of both the masculine and feminine which a true resurgence of feminine creativity could’ve liberated us all from in the birth of a new age. But how did both masculinity and femininity come to seem such impoverished roles that they inspired an attempt (albeit not the most profound one) at sexual and gender liberation?

Further along in this essay I’ll attempt to explain some reasons why both femininity and masculinity, as constellations of meaning, came to progessively recede into oblivion in the pre-modern era. I’ll try to explain how because of resource limits and the fundamental course of civilizations hitherto, masculinity gained increasing significance in pre-modern societies, but also how in its lack of homage to, and villification of the feminine (which is, after all, masculinity’s essential opposite), masculinity came to drive itself into an increasing oblivion of meaning.

Focusing first though on our present historical moment, it is important to see how the process of increasing atrophy of the masculine and feminine as constellations of meaning has been consummated by the modern technological mind-frame…For the modern technological mind-frame, both masculinity and femininity, like all other entities, only exist as material to be reorganized into evermore organizable material, in ever-increasing service to the modern technological project. (Contrast the Christian symbolic world where the feminine creative principle has been suppressed, constricted, and even demonized as the central temptation of temporal life – where masculine creativity has gone a great distance in obliterating itself in the villification and suppression of its essential opposite – but where the masculine and feminine principles are still central within the mythological constellation of meaning.)

The essential movement of modern technology is the continual destruction and reorganization of all things and relations into things and relations more serviceable within the modern technological project. For this reason mainly, in terms of metaphysical interpretations (interpretations of the nature of beings in general), the modern technological interpretation is preeminently effective at undermining any sense of value in existing things and relations. Thus, it’s not surprising the so-called feminist movement of the last century was hijacked by the modern technological project. Femininity itself, and masculinity too, are schemata of meaning both dictated by and guiding creativity, but whereas in past epochs they were centrally important to human beings, they are being increasingly decentered by modern technology and its/our current world project. But how? What do I mean, the feminist movement was hijacked? For this answer we need to look at the various outcomes of the women’s “liberation” movement.

Prior to this movement, women were not widespread, permanent workers in this country. During it, especially in its inception, women stressed a broad range of radical changes (social, spiritual, professional, artistic) necessary for their liberation from an oppressive and repressive, male-dominated system. The movement was greatly forwarded in gaining support from well-established institutions such as universities and dynastic foundations like that of the Rockefellers. In doing so though, the feminist project of liberation became focused around gaining access for women to fair pay in more areas of the job market. Given that this goal was perfectly in line with (and indeed the clearing of a great hurdle for) the modern technological project in this country and thus the world, it’s not surprising that it was dramatically successful. (Note: Apart from the backing of powerful institutions, the movement of women into the workforce was greatly pushed along by the need for maximum economic mobilization during WWII, and several consumer technological inventions and developments in the food industry which came about in the forties and fifties and reduced the amount of time necessarily spent in domestic work.)

In the initial years women began moving en mass into the workforce following WWII, the median incomes of families rose dramatically. From the early 1950’s to the 1960’s, the square footage of an average American house almost doubled. Unfortunately, as family incomes increased, so did private levels of debt, and as women entering the workforce did not even come close to doubling the supply of such commodities as food, water, electricity, and other real measures of wealth, the price of such commodities soon increased in proportion to a great deal of extra money being printed and fed into the economy, in part to “pay for” the Vietnam War. This combination of factors partly accounts for the fact that inflation adjusted mean income in the U.S. peaked in 1976 and declined for the next 25 years, and this situation eventually necessitated that the vast majority of men and women work (especially if they wanted to raise a family) and combine their incomes to achieve an acceptable standard of living.

The reality today is that the vast majority of women work if they are able to do so. Many women have much more financial independence from men than was generally possible prior to the women’s liberation movement, but “liberation” strikes me as a potentially misleading word in this case. It’s true that women are free to choose from more varied jobs and are subject to less harassment and discrimination in the workplace, but they’re increasingly pressured by economic forces (and strains that increasing devotion to the system places on relationships) to have a job or career, and to work increasingly hard, for longer hours at these jobs. Rather than becoming liberated, they’re instead decreasing their devotion to and dependence upon individual men, and becoming increasingly dependent upon and faithful to their respective institutions and/or career paths within the techno-industrial project.

Women’s labor now chiefly contributes capital and taxes to the project of the techno-industrial system, creating more wealth and potential for investment for the central stewards of that project. Children have also become more complete economic actors, as raising them is increasingly delegated to capitalist, taxable industry, because currently both parents usually want to work and/or feel compelled to do so. Perhaps most importantly of all, as children’s time “spent” is shifted increasingly from home in the company of family, to various state-run and capitalist institutions, they themselves will likely become more faithful and educated actors within the system, and less prone to develop strong familial values. This is especially important to think about in the wake of the President’s comments in his last State of the Union Address, that all children should be provided the opportunity to attend a “quality pre-school.” Given that the vast majority of American parents simply no longer have adequate time for their young children, this further extension of the system’s reach into the lives of toddlers seems like the next logical step, even to me. But before we praise it unequivocally as magnanimous progress, we should think about it within the long term, historical trajectory of the erosion of the American family, and the increasing pervasiveness of the state’s role in our lives.

Perhaps even more important to consider, given the incipient themes of this essay, is how the necessary mobilization of both sexes in the work force has changed our nation’s relationship to food. It’s no mere coincidence that the precipitous rise of women entering the workforce has coincided with the equally precipitous rise of the fast food industry in this country. And the fact that Americans now spend more money on fast food than on higher education, personal computers, computer software, or new cars –the fact they spend more on fast food than on movies, books, magazines, newspapers, videos, and recorded music combined, doesn’t even tell half the story. The fact that centralized purchasing decisions of the large restaurant chains and their demand for standardized products has given a handful of corporations an unprecedented degree of power over the nation’s food supply, means an even more profound change to our relationship to food than our purchasing of fast food itself. The vast majority of the nation’s food supply (not just that which becomes “fast food”) has been greatly centralized and is produced in increasingly intensive agricultural and feeding operations to meet food corporations’ demand for cheap, standardized products…

This is not to say nothing has been gained from the women’s liberation movement, nor that this movement somehow exclusively caused these potentially destructive trends. As I’ve tried to stress, the women’s liberation movement has been channeled (as has modern history in general) to a great extent by humanity’s ever increasing entrenchment in the modern technological mind-frame. The movement itself has resulted in a great deal of education and self-assertion of women in all fields along with a vast improvement of many fields through women’s professional acceptance into them. And this is on top of the aforementioned, conditional liberation for women, which in many cases bests their financial dependence upon men, especially given the deplorably high levels of abuse still being committed by men against women and girls. But isn’t the prevalence of such widespread abuse itself indicative of the fact that a more profound awakening of the feminine spirit is still lacking? If women and girls, and the feminine spirit they embody, resumed a place of profound meaning and sacredness in their own and men’s hearts, we’d expect such abuse to be much less prevalent. But as I pointed to before, the technological mind-frame, in constantly reorganizing all things, ourselves included, as objects, has an uncanny power of stripping away any sense of the sacred. And in terms of a movement which attempts to renew both the feminine and masculine creative principles through rediscovery and reengagement in the feminine, and rediscovery ‘in relief’ of the masculine, it’s hard to see how the changes the women’s liberation movement has brought about – now quite irreversible within our current economic system due to its need for perpetual growth to prevent economic collapse – have a right to the term “feminism.”

Indeed, are we generally any closer to even having an idea of what the feminine or masculine creative principles are? Are such “principles” even knowable – even real – and if so, in what way, and do we even want to know about them at this point? The effacement of gender in the workplace seems necessary for the repository of our population’s skills to be put into economic service as contentedly and completely as possible, but does this effacement have a cost outside of work and to much of our work? Of course, in our private relationships we can try as we might to stumble through our own interpretations of woman and man on a case by case basis, without reliable prefigured meanings of our relations. But does the widespread and growing inability for woman and man to grow together through life testify to our “success” in this stumbling? Or is it chiefly the devotion required by our professional roles that’s undermining our relationships? And what does this relational attrition mean for children, who, as a consequence of these developments are increasingly raised in a professional environment that is both less gendered and more ephemeral in terms of the relationships developed there? – At least one thing is sure though: Regardless of the state of our relationships, the system will always be there – ready with our roles it continually conditions us for… Or will it?

Given all this uncertainty, should we content ourselves with the notion that the work of feminism will be complete when we reach total, equal-opportunity workforce integration? And should we resolve ourselves to the reality that a profound understanding of the feminine and masculine principles is superfluous at best, and probably a will ’o the wisp? –
I don’t think so. What’s more, I think we’re at a critical juncture. The present historical moment seems poised for a confluence of world-historic crises, but also, evermore promisingly, we find signposts to the possibility of deliverance from these crises in a number of emergent fields of thought and activity. Today, the heroic efforts of feminists in this country, though they were largely hijacked in my view, have nonetheless made it much more possible for women and men to work in dialogue for the advancement of these fields, and so re-new humanity’s lease on our beautiful earth. And I believe this potential for partnership is critical, because I believe the reemergence of the feminine and masculine is and will be the heart of our creative rebirth.

II. Signposts to the Feminine

It seems to me that the best place to begin awakening to a fulfilling, radically creative sense of the feminine and masculine is in the beginning. Art of the Upper Paleolithic – the beginning of extant art – could mark in a sense the birth of humanity’s special genius. Human beings have the peculiar ability and attendant need to make lasting images of their experiences – images which can be returned to in reverence, immeasurably deepening and complicating our lives. Many animals use tools, some may well experience a sense of grief and awe, and some may even have complex, symbolic languages, but the cave paintings of Chauvet, and the sculpted figures of earth mothers peering into the all-encompassing mystery of their own, universal vulvas – such expressions of the mystery of existence, life and death, are uniquely ours. And some images of this period, when so much of the chaff of life (and even the grain which brought chaff about) was not yet, strike me as ineffably profound – indeed, inaccessibly profound for our much more sheltered eyes: The climax of a perilous journey deep into the hardly accessible corridors of a wondrous cave, ending in an expansive chamber, and at the rear of the chamber, what’s painted on a massive, overhanging column? On one side, the dark vulva of a lioness juxtaposed with the dark face and crescent horns of a bull, the foreleg of the latter merging with hind-leg of the former, as if the two are one. And on the obverse side, faces of lions – the faces of human being’s limit in the all-devouring, all-creating cycle of life and death in masculine and feminine, terrestrial and subterranean forms – a cycle nonetheless per-severed by the mythical revolution of spirit, like the sun and moon.

No less fascinating than these earliest images, and perhaps even more germane to our own potential masculine and feminine rebirths, are texts and artifacts archeologists have salvaged from some of the world’s earliest city-states. As early as the eighth and seventh millennia BC, the division between what was to become the two main branches of civilization was already arising. In fertile riparian lands and alpine valleys, the predominant plant and animal domestication (domestication which brought about civilization in general) was agriculture, whereas in prairies and grasslands the accent was on herding animals. And where the economic accent was on agriculture, the religious accent was on the feminine –the all-giving mystery of the earth mother – whereas for nomadic herders the accent was on the masculine, usurping, supremely powerful sky god.

Over the next several millennia, the Fertile Crescent was shaped and reshaped by clashes between, and amalgamations of, peoples of these two divergent cultures. The main nomadic herding groups, the Aryans and Semites, became increasingly formidable warriors who successively attacked the increasingly fortified, agriculturist cities of the fertile river valleys. There were long periods of rule by nomadic overlords, and periods of agriculturalist revival attended by the return of the goddess back to the city’s spiritual center.

I’m no scholar of the arts of this period, yet one of my favorite works of art in general is the Epic of Gilgamesh, which was written down in Mesopotamia during a period of Semitic rule, around 1750BC. At the story’s outset, Gilgamesh rebukes the goddess Ishtar’s embrace (Ishtar is the Babylonian counterpart of the earlier, agriculturist Sumerian’s Inanna, goddess of love, fertility and war, whose temple was built in Uruk, the city which the Babylonian King Gilgamesh rules in his epic). He flees from this goddess who reeks to him of decay and death in favor of a quest for personal immortality. At his adventure’s end though, he returns to her without having attained his goal. Still, he’s not in despair about how he almost attained but ultimately lost the serpents’ power of immortality. Rather, he returns contentedly, in light of a new kind of immortality understood in the innumerable forms his legacy will take in the future via his return to the city with its great walls, its gardens and its goddess queen. For me the arch of this journey is the central lesson of civilization, and for our own civilization principally – if only we can see its rare emergence in works like The Epic of Gilgamesh and The Odyssey for what it means to us. But herein is the difficulty.

III. Interpreting the Signs

As Dave Montgomery explains in his youtubed lecture on Dirt: The Erosion of Civilizations (I’ve provided a link to this on my blog under “Dynamos”), the arch of civilizations is principally determined by soil fertility and degradation. But indirectly, this arch of soil fertility has also been perhaps the greatest single influence on the respective worships of masculine and feminine creative principles throughout world history. For while the worship of goddesses and gods has largely mirrored civilizations’ means of subsistence within nature (and consequent interpersonal interactions), these means of subsistence have been chiefly determined by soil fertility or lack thereof. The epics of Gilgamesh and Odysseus come to us from societies where the feminine was obviously still revered, but where the masculine spheres of conquest, animal husbandry and martial defense was increasingly eclipsing the feminine. And this is not only because these epics come from two nomadic, herding ethnic groups (the Semites and Aryans). These ethnic groups were accented towards herding since their beginnings, but this nomadic, warring lifestyle gained ground generally, increasingly in the ancient world because of the general arch of soil fertility and degradation.

In a land where the earth is incredibly fertile, the goddess and her mystery not only can be, but historically has been centrally revered, but as the soil becomes increasingly barren, both settled agriculturalists and nomadic herders must look to martial defense and imperial expansion for renewed fertility and subsistence. And even in ancient Sumer, the agricultural society which invented writing and thus marks, to a great extent, the far horizon of recorded history, Inanna is both the goddess of fertility and warfare. Even then fertility and war were intimately related in the collective psyche of an agriculturist people, and this fact is telling when one considers the successive rise and fall of civilizations turned empires in the ancient world, and the increasing infertility and desertification of settled lands during the same period, beginning in the Fertile Crescent, and later spreading to the Mediterranean and greater Middle East. But what does all this mean for our global civilization in our modern, technological epoch?

Modern technology sets upon nature (i.e. that which is not yet modified by it) in such a way that it puts nature in the standing reserve of modifiable objects for its continual project. In identifying objects as objects, it draws upon the research of modern physical science, which is continually enhancing the scope of different fields of objects in such a way that they are laid bare for modification. In enhancing the scope of scientific fields, modern science principally enhances human beings’ senses and measuring capabilities, both with the invention of technological apparatus capable of enhanced sensing, and with the invention of mathematics capable of measuring continually opening fields of research.

Effectively, modern technology has enabled man to vastly extend the project of imperial expansion begun in the ancient world, not only by enhancing the power of empires under the aegis of modern technology to dominate lands and peoples outside modern technology’s current domain, but fundamentally by setting upon that which is continually being opened up by research on the frontiers of man’s sensing and measuring of nature, and modifying the material therefrom into evermore serviceable and modifiable forms.

However, just like ancient technology which combined new ways of living with instruments like the plow, the city wall, the war chariot, etc., modern technology is also subject to exhausting a given field of energy mobilized by it, and as was the case for ancient civilizations, our modern, global civilization faces no more fundamental limit to growth and stability than the fertility of soil. A plethora of modern technological innovations such as steam (i.e. coal) driven mills, and locomotives and tractors also driven by hydrocarbons, have greatly accelerated man’s production of food from soil, thereby greatly increasing global population. However, this process has also greatly accelerated soil degradation globally – so much so that by the early twentieth century mankind was facing a potentially catastrophic crisis in approaching a basic limit of soil fertility.

During WWI, the efforts of a group of German chemists (trying to derive a reactive form of nitrogen for use in explosives) led to what’s now known as the Haber process. This process, which burns fossil fuels to generate enough heat to produce nitrogen containing ammonia from atmospheric nitrogen, did further the German war effort, but a later utilization of this chemical engineering process has had a much greater impact on our world. Following the war, chemists began using the ammonia derived from the Haber process to manufacture chemical fertilizers, renewing soil fertility and thereby forestalling the curtailment of the growing global population. This innovation was by far the 20th century’s biggest in the development of intensive agriculture. By 1975, world agricultural production was 16 times what it had been in 1820, and this is due in large part to the Haber process. Indeed, it’s estimated that the survival of one third of the earth’s current human population is dependent upon fertilizers derived from this process, and that 50 percent of the world’s supply of protein is produced with nitrogen fixed in this process.

However, this timely technological rescue is not without an ominous undertone. The nitrogen made available to plants is one of three macronutrients needed in large quantities by plants for them to grow and appear healthy. But simply because a plant appears healthy doesn’t mean it is healthfully fulfilling its role in the ecological food web. We human beings, for example, need to obtain 29 different vitamins and minerals from eating plants (or eating animals (and fungi, bacteria, etc.) who in turn get them from eating plants) or else we’ll become progressively sick (think chronic disease, auto-immune disease, cancer, etc.), and eventually die. Our physiological processes simply can’t function properly without these nutrients. And since our industrially produced fertilizers do not even attempt to supply plants with these micronutrients or their botanical precursors (this would involve a Herculean and probably impossible technological undertaking), it’s not surprising that they are becoming less prevalent in, and even disappearing completely from, the foods we produce. In his landmark book, “Nutrition and Physical Degeneration,” Weston Price found through painstaking measurement that the average “traditional diet” (comprised of food obtained and/or produced independent of the intensive agricultural system of the west) contained five times the essential minerals, and ten times the fat soluble vitamins as the average “civilized diet” produced within the intensive agricultural system, and this was in the 1930’s! Consider this, and consider that every stage of the intensive agricultural process is heavily dependent on fossil fuels which have long been increasingly difficult and costly to obtain, and you will begin to see how unsustainable our current trajectory of food production is.

But how does our unsustainable intensive agricultural system relate to our collective rebirth into a radically revitalized sense of masculinity and femininity? It may seem as though we’ve strayed hopelessly from this original topic, but I’m convinced that for some of us lucky ones – the ones who will become a new kind of prototypical human being – precisely this unsustainability will necessarily bring about the collective rebirth of our sexual identities, and along with that, and out of that, a new age.–Until now, our invaluable reservoir of modern study into the creative forces of masculinity and femininity, whether it’s been gleaned in the practice of holotropic and other depth psychology, or come up from the unconscious through visionary poets and artists, or been dug up in the perspectives of ancients by archeologists and historians of all kinds, or theorized by feminist thinkers – all this invaluable knowledge has remained peripheral to the vast majority of us, even for many of us who have a strong inclination towards it. But why? … Because it has had so little bearing, and ever decreasing bearing, on how we’re being employed by the techno-industrial system to relate to each other and to nature.

Early civilizations in Mesopotamia, for example, didn’t need to dig up from past cultures ideas of what the feminine and masculine meant. Such ideas grew organically out of the ways men and women interacted with each other and the life that surrounded them. But since the birth of civilization, the path to domination has fostered a course of resource unsustainability. This in turn fostered the central power and importance of the masculine creative principle, eventually led to a prevailing belief in the evil and wretchedness of the feminine, and finally resulted in the progressive atrophy of both the feminine and masculine as creative forces and constellations of meaning.

With our creative rebirth though, it will have to be different. The imperative of sustainability and the fact that much of our current population must produce a large amount of food to survive, necessitates a way of life that is ecologically balanced. The most successful horticultural/permacultural gardens employ rotational land usage and a balanced integration of animal husbandry. And a biodynamic, more-than-sustainable lifestyle is greatly enhanced (and not only nutritionally, I think) by foraging, hunting, and fishing. But the keystone and measure of success to this new way of life will have to be an increasingly fertile soil – a topsoil that grows rather than erodes away.

In terms of soil fertility, the progress of a sustainable or more than sustainable people, community, etc., must move in the opposite direction of civilization hitherto. And in following this imperative the feminine will be organically, progressively brought back to our creative center, and understood again for its most profound significance. I can only vaguely surmise what this world might look like, but strongly believe, with history as my witness, that women and perhaps even goddesses will once again hold much greater sway there – and not simply through laws and courts of law, but sway over our individual hearts, where justice is always ultimately decided. And just because the central arch of civilization’s effects on the land must be reversed, and we must put more time into our food again, doesn’t mean we need to become progressively impoverished culturally or spiritually. On the contrary, this could be the greatest instance of cultural awakening the world has yet known. The scholar Karl Jaspers, speaking of the axial age, an age which saw the rise of classical Greece, the advent of Buddhism, Hinduism, Christianity, Confucianism, Taoism, the Greek epic, drama, lyrical poetry, western philosophy, and great advancements in mathematics – said this period was “an interregnum between two ages of great empire, a pause for liberty, a deep breath bringing the most lucid consciousness.” So what might open to the spirit of humanity if we can both preserve some of the key findings of civilized life thus far, and can free ourselves from the idea of empire itself, seeing it as humanity’s adolescent flight, like that of Icarus, up against natural limits which civilized man forgot and only relearned through a painful return to earth.

There is much that hints at wonderful possibilities for new, unparalleled developments of the feminine and masculine. There are the lessons of traditional peoples, refined over so much time. There are the visionary insights of poets like William Blake and Friedrich Holderlin, who foresaw so much of our increasing, modern poverty and impassioned themselves with its cure. There is the all-governing yin principle of the Toa, and the work of depth psychologists and comparative mythologists. And particularly intriguing for me is a turn western philosophy took with the German thinker Martin Heidegger.— To understand human being’s most primordial essence, he feels (and I now feel too) we must step back from beings, and discover in ourselves the source and opening ground of beings’ coming to presence. This wellspring of All that is, preceding differentiation and leading out to it – preceding the systems of beings we are so at home in occupying ourselves with – is what my teacher and friend (and the smartest man I’ve ever met), Marco Giordano, called the feminine… An interesting thought, especially since Heidegger believed the exploration of this Being preceding all beings would necessarily bring about world-historic change. But these are things I mean to write about elsewhere, and if they make it here, to this blog, hopefully it will only be as sojourners in this electronic world. Hopefully they will be born of, find, and give rise to – more fertile ground.


When will come the next year one?
Dawn again, historical day!
In no small blasphemy I say
That Numbers, Tables – All is One.
It’s true it seems that we are drawn
Deep into night, but so it must
Take dark to cry out, “Jacob’s Just –
Oh, here is the dawn!”
Dawn like Christ’s new sight of Twins:
She’s azure-eyed, he’s at the breast,
And so revolves the worldly feast
And who can think of sins?
I self-endure although I end
Without a point where I begin –
Within without, without within;
So night of Christ – Dawn must append
His-story’s lost wander, and gather
The Daughter to the Father
With Mother to the Son,
For chronicles, Eternal Flame – All is One.


Present Faces of Imperialism

In speaking with a friend recently about the nature of the war in Afghanistan, she defended her boyfriend’s role as a soldier by saying that our enemies there are often terribly evil people, who even use children as pawns in the war. It struck me then that many people, and even very intelligent ones, believe that we are, or at least were, engaged in some kind of melodramatic battle between good and evil in Afghanistan, and that it might be helpful if I illustrate what “child soldiers” could (and almost certainly often do) look like in Afghanistan. I preemptively admit that there are certainly cases of more heinous child soldiery and bodily exploitation going on there. In any country that has been engaged in unceasing war for over thirty years, the accumulation of traumatic experience will most certainly result in moral abominations almost beyond imagination. But I’m convinced such cases are outliers, and that our military leaders inveigh our enemies with claims of moral abomination much more often to describe scenes like the one I’m about to describe, so that our soldiers feel better about what they’re doing.

Radio communication has just come in ordering a platoon of infantryman to approach a local poppy grower’s compound. The head of the compound has been confirmed to have ties to the Taliban and even to host members of Al Qaeda. It’s also suspected that he and his followers have engaged coalition forces in firefights before, and that he even conscribes child soldiers.

The mission is to (if at all possible) remain undetected while positively identifying the individual and his eldest two sons, to locate the group within the compound’s central building, then to contact central command to conduct a military drone strike on the compound. But let’s first consider the possibility that things go somewhat awry – that the platoon is discovered by an armed man while approaching the compound and a firefight ensues. At length, all immediately apparent enemy threats are “neutralized,” and the platoon enters the compound. One more enemy combatant is neutralized as he attempts to fire on the platoon.

Within the compound’s defensive wall the poppy grower, and all five of his sons lie dead. Even the youngest two, ages nine and seven, have AK 47s dropped close at their sides. The soldier who shot the youngest child, confused at the time he shot the boy by the muzzle fire from his target, which seemed peculiarly erratic, approaches the young boy and sees there’s only a dark red circle where the left eye used to be, and that the back of the boy’s skull and his head’s contents have been blown out and lie in threads and pieces on the ground. Not entirely blown out though, but more like a watermelon which has been allowed to sit far too long before it’s cut, so that the flesh is largely hollowed out, having somehow dissolved into the deeper vermillion edges near the shell. Like this, but with much more vivid color, is the inside of the boy’s skull.

The soldier is of course infuriated at the ringleader for having forced the child to fight, and even peppers the man’s corpse with a few rounds before his commanding officer barks at him to stop. But let’s consider for a moment the possibility of this father not allowing his child to fight: What if the boy was instead discovered with the household’s women in the bedroom, where the soldiers had to corral them – the lot of them shrieking and scattering like hens in a coop – to be delivered up to the proper authorities, and the boy saw his mother lash out in a paroxysm of rage at the nearest soldier before she was restrained, and saw the corpses of his four brothers and father as he left his home that was no longer his home, never to return.

When one considers the gender dynamics of Afghanistan that these women would all then become subject to – that contrary to our most noble hopes, they wouldn’t all be on their ways to western educations and careers as physicians and women liberators, thanks to us – but would likely be headed to refugee camps, and would certainly be at the mercy of men who could take full advantage of their positionless positions – when one considers that the Taliban movement was begun by Afghan youths in Pakistani refugee camps during the imperial war the Soviets waged upon their homeland – youths much like this young boy (whose father has spared him from death, praise be to God) would be in a few years, it almost seems desirable that the mission would’ve gone off without a hitch.

If a drone attack had leveled the building with everyone inside, the infantrymen’s mission would’ve become one of reconnaissance – one of confirming the intended kills. Then, just maybe, the only evidence of a child soldier they would’ve seen would be a little leg jutting out from under a massive block of rubble, its tibia snapped and protruding sharply, the calf muscle torn somewhat and strangely contracted towards the Achilles tendon. At that point, as the soldiers tried, perhaps in vain, perhaps in “success,” to lift the massive concrete block that rested upon the child’s crushed body, the appellation “child soldier” would’ve been even more edifying for them, psychologically speaking. That is, this whole scene would be imugned upon the devil buried somewhere in this rubble.

But what about this devil? He’d actually fought on the side of the U.S. many years before – the U.S., who in supplying the Mujahedeen (and the Taliban among them) with arms, and making sure (through the CIA) that the poppies of Afghanistan’s burgeoning export industry reached world markets in the form of heroin, helped the Afghans expel their soviet invaders (and pay for U.S. arms in doing so) in what has often been referred to as the Soviets’ Vietnam. Indeed, the U.S. government, and particularly the CIA, has a history of attempting to control much larger geopolitical trends through the poppy fields of Afghanistan. And that is how Afghanistan came to fit into the whole scheme of 9/11 and the War On Terror. The cold war era CIA/opium/Afghanistan is well documented by even mainstream reporting agencies, but what few probably remember is that quite strangely (while quite publicly) the CIA also took the lead in our more recent “Operation Enduring Freedom.”

But the conspiracy of 9/11 itself – the intricacies of its different players and their individual ends – is another story that’s well-documented already. If you’re looking for a crumb trail to lead you down the path of that story, a real-life, unimaginably horrible blockbuster in the making, read my post entitled, “The War Of Terror, or Down the Rabbit Hole of Disillusionment.” What’s important here is that in the case of our poppy grower, his land would be sold to some “anti-Taliban,” “pro-government,” “pro U.S.” candidate, probably at an absurdly low price, especially since the world is literally glutted with heroin now because of Afghanistan, and Afghans are now stockpiling opium. And this new candidate would begin to grow, and most importantly, his product would be turned into heroin and delivered to its destinations as expediently and lucratively as possible, because the CIA now controls the Afghan drug routes.

But why would the CIA want to control Afghan opium trading routes. The answer: it made accessible to its stakeholders, and to financial institutions in general, a massive amount of untaxable capital at a premium rate of interest – enough capital at the right time to significantly affect the whole world’s economy. According to The Independent, in 2003 drug trafficking constituted “the third biggest global commodity in cash terms after oil and the arms trade.” Since 2001, following the Taliban’s ban and subsequent eradication of more than 90 percent of the Afghan crop, poppy cultivation went up dramatically in Afghanistan for seven years straight, until in 2007 Afghanistan was supplying the opium for more than 90 percent of the world’s heroin. At that point it was estimated that Afghan poppy growers were making around 1.3 billion dollars per year off their crop, but in 2004 a U.S. State Department official was quoted by Voice of America in saying that the street value of heroin at that time was around 100 times the price received by Afghan farmers for the opium to make it. If we conservatively estimate that around 60 billion total, gross dollars are made off Afghani opium each year, that would produce well over 600 billion dollars in loans in our fractional reserve banking system. A great deal of money, and sadly, the main reason why our poppy grower is dead in his courtyard with his sons, or entombed with his family in a massive pile of rubble.

Meanwhile, one of the chief architects of 9/11 is likely somewhere like the four seasons in New York, having lunch with a few business associates, discussing the almost certain rise in beef futures in the coming months. And on the Spanish Riviera, a demolition expert – one of the project’s “foot soldiers,” as he likes to think of himself (though unfortunately he can only think it) – is having a My Thai by the pool outside his condominium. Among her many talents, his new Indonesian wife makes great My Thais. She was a bartender at his resort in Nusa Dua, and though she hardly speaks a word of English, that’s just as well. They’re in Spain, anyway.

Lastly, back in New York, a young homeless man gets a head rush and has to sit down, his back to the opaque construction fence surrounding the build-site of Freedom Tower. Of course, he doesn’t understand how his heroin addiction is connected to 9/11. He knows sometimes that the local pushers get much better stuff, but doesn’t understand how that relates to the prices middle-men pay, and the worldwide supply of opium. He doesn’t even know that as drug purity goes up, addiction rates go up dramatically too. He does remember though how earth-shattering his first heroin high was, back in 2006, much better even than the oxycodone he’d gotten hooked on back in high school, following his mom’s surgery. Interspersed on the fence behind him is printed the word “Remember,” again and again on down the line.

He remembers drawing halos. The bossy, self-appointed leader of his group in freshman history had told him to draw angels around the towers for the poster they were making to send to a firefighter or soldier or something. But he couldn’t draw angels, so he’d spent the period drawing halos with a gold colored pencil. His teacher had liked that.

He wonders now if he ever could’ve been smart, or amounted to much of anything, and is immediately pained by the thought of his friend, Surge, laughing at him. He’d nodded off three times during a conversation they were having, and on the third time Surge said, “Man, maybe you should get that checked out,” and laughed. What was going on there? Was he falling asleep?… It didn’t feel like falling asleep.

Have we fallen asleep? These are the faces we’re hatching up out of our greed, and our fear of change and reprisal. These are present faces of imperialism.

Curing Crohn’s Disease

When I was nineteen I was diagnosed with ulcerative proctitis, a diagnosis soon changed to ulcerative colitis because, I suppose, my gastroenterologist felt my disease’s chronic nature and severity warranted this more serious diagnosis. At that point I felt pretty dejected. I’d always prided myself on being a good athlete, and now that I was grown I wanted to take my fitness further, but I would frequently go through periods of unavoidable weight loss, and the fact I had a stomach ache at least once almost every day, and almost never went two days without a stomach ache, gas, and bloating following a meal, checked my love of food and often left me not wanting to eat again till I was really hungry. Then there were the sporadic “flare-ups” of the disease. I won’t go into the details of those painful periods; suffice it to say I was so stubborn and distraught with the idea that one of these flare-ups would kill me without intervention with steroids and anti-inflammatories, that once, when I had run out of meds., I didn’t eat for more than four days to try to naturally wrest myself from the episode. It didn’t work though. In the end only steroids worked.

All this for a nineteen year old who’d always been in the peak of health, and my doctor said it would be this way for the rest of my life, if I was lucky and it didn’t get worse – that there was no cure and that people didn’t recover from colitis once it became chronic. So I was pretty dejected. I asked him repeatedly if there was anything I could do about my diet, or if quitting drinking would help. He said there was no evidence that was the case, except of course that I should, like anyone, only drink in moderation. My medical records from this time all said I was asthenic but seemingly in excellent health otherwise. I felt that this was how I looked in the mirror, but that something very wrong was going on inside me. But I figured there was little I could do, so for about six years things went on like this.

Both Ulcerative Colitis and Crohn’s Disease are characterized by causing ulcers and general inflammation in the digestive tract. But whereas Ulcerative Colitis, as its name suggests, is confined to the colon, Crohn’s Disease can manifest as inflammation anywhere from the esophagus to the colon and rectum, yet almost always includes inflammation and ulcers in the small intestine (that’s really how they diagnose it). The presence of severe inflammation and ulcers in the small intestine generally makes Crohn’s Disease the bleaker prognosis to get, because while both are considered incurable, the small intestine is where the vast majority of nutrient absorption occurs, and while ulcers in the relatively thicker, more muscular large intestine (colon) usually remain superficial, ulcers in the small intestine can at times eat right through the intestinal wall. And that’s not good. For this reason about fifty percent of Crohn’s patients have to get part(s) of their small intestine removed at some point in their lives.

During my initial six years with Ulcerative Colitis, I did at least find solace in the fact that my disease, while it seemed to be slowly getting worse, was chiefly a disease of (sometimes terrible) discomfort, and not one of lasting internal damage, except that I had a much greater chance of getting colon cancer than most people. Then, two and a half years ago, while on a trip to my friend’s farm in Tennessee, I got really sick. My medication didn’t work and I ended up in the emergency room twice and was laid up for several days. They gave me a different anti-inflammatory. It worked. And when I got home I received a colonoscopy. Severe inflammation and ulcers were found in my large and small intestines, and I was diagnosed in short order with probable Ileocolic Crohn’s disease. You see, when I was nineteen I’d only had a sigmoidoscopy, which doesn’t look at the small intestine. A cheaper option because it’s a quicker ‘periscope up yours’ maneuver and they don’t need to put you to sleep or use anesthetics for it. Lucky me. So who knows if my disease was already manifesting as Crohn’s back then. It’s likely I’d had Crohn’s for six years without knowing it.

So I asked my new gastroenterologist if there was anything I could do. – Diet? Drinking? And got the same answer: “I know how it is to be young, but if you drink, only drink in moderation. As for Crohn’s though, there’s no conclusive evidence diet or alcohol play a role.” One thing I simply had to do though was take a new medication four times a day, because Crohn’s was a serious diagnosis, but if I stayed on top of my treatment there was a good chance I’d never have to move to stronger, more side-effect prone anti-inflammatories, or more serious interventions (i.e. surgery). So again, dejection. I took the pills. They helped the symptoms. But I’d been considering leaving my job of three years, and when I asked how much my single medication would be without my employer-provided insurance, the pharmacist said $725 per month. To put that in perspective, now I’m paying $350 per month, for rent. So I demurred. But after several months of this, I said, “Fuck this. I’m not living my life this way, unable to digest food properly, stuck at a dead-end job or saving to move to another one, and just waiting for the other shoe to drop with this disease.” Most everyone I’d spoken to who either had Crohn’s or knew somebody with Crohn’s said they were in terrible shape. If that was going to happen to me, I was damned sure going to go down in flames trying to make myself better, so I started looking for a cure.

Everything I read about intestinal candida overgrowth resonated with how I remembered having felt in the six months previous to my first ulcerative proctitis diagnosis, so I decided to start there. I found what seemed to be a really good anti-fungal diet book and started it. After a bit I knew I had to quit my medication because it was masking my symptoms, so I quit cold turkey and—my colon stopped working. After less than six months on this drug, the least side-effect prone/detrimental drug of its kind, quitting it was like turning off my plumbing, so I had to go back on it and slowly wean myself from it over the course of a month.

After doing so I felt somewhat better some of the time, but still something wasn’t right. I felt bloated and still had stomach aches, though maybe not as frequently. Part of me wanted to give it more time, but part of me believed that if this was the answer I’d be feeling more linear progress, and more quickly, so I continued to look for answers.

I seriously considered going vegan, and began to move in that direction, after reading Self Healing Colitis and Crohns by David Klein. I wasn’t very convinced by the author’s arguments as they pertained to me, yet I’d much rather have tried veganism than go back to the pills. Then I found a book online called “Breaking the Viscous Cycle” by Elaine Gottschall via “Crohn’s Boy’s” site (Praise be to Crohn’s boy!) which has become the first step toward my new, healthy life. Gottschall got a M.S. in microbiology studying digestive processes and bacteria of the digestive tract, and her interpretation of the cause of Crohn’s, colitis, and several other diseases is brilliant.

Briefly put, people with diseases like mine (of similar origin but perhaps involving different, pernicious bacterial and fungal species at different loci of interaction with our digestive tracts) get an infection. In response to the infection, our bodies mount an inflammatory response. The inflammatory response is not fully effective in purging the system of bad bacteria, and the assault from the bacteria, the inflammatory response, and the mucosal discharge that’s a part of it, all combine to disable the tips of little microscopic protuberances (a bit like taste buds) called villi, which line our small intestine. This is significant because it’s at the tips of these villi that our bodies break down complex carbohydrates into simple carbohydrates so they can be absorbed, so we who have a chronic infection of the digestive tract become increasingly impaired in digesting carbohydrates. What’s more, complex carbs are one of the favorite foods of bacteria – harmful bacteria included – so what happens to all the free-floating complex carbohydrates that we crohnies eat but can’t digest? The bacteria that caused the initial infection puts it to good use: the infection becomes stronger; we get sicker. This is what Gottschall calls “the vicious cycle,” and it’s broken simply by not eating the complex carbs we can’t effectively digest and thus starving our gut flora and with them, the infection.

Perhaps because I had already gone a ways in cleansing my system of fungus, my results from adopting this book’s suggested diet, called the Specific Carbohydrate Diet, or SCD, were sudden and dramatic. Within forty-eight hours, my Crohn’s symptoms were gone. I don’t mean relieved; I mean gone. In fact, staying religiously within the parameters of this diet (though certainly not on the healthiest version of this diet I could have devised for myself) kept me totally without any digestive discomfort whatsoever for many months. Only when I picked up another chronic bug while in Ecuador (whoops) did I again start having some digestive problems. This last advent was partly just due to my own hubris in healthful glee (e.g. drinking Ecuadorian tap water and eating too much street food), but the fact that my infection persisted despite antibiotics before slowly subsiding over months (but probably didn’t go away entirely) points to a potential problem with the Specific Carbohydrate Diet and with my imperfect health.

Our bodies’ first, most massive line of defense against disease, along with one of its most crucial components for keeping toxins out of our body and bloodstream, is our gut flora. You have more bacterium in your colon than you have cells in the rest of your body. If you’re healthy, this little ecosystem of yeast and bacteria is composed of nearly a thousand species (mine’s probably composed of significantly less than that). “Good” bacteria and yeast are like good housekeepers. You got them initially through your mother’s milk, and by and large they can’t live outside you for long, so they want to keep everything functioning well. They eat what you eat, and some things you can’t digest (like vegetable fiber) they can, and they poo fatty acids, which are good, salubrious fare for us.

“Bad” bacteria and yeast just have a different life strategy. They don’t care so much for their host, at least not in the long-term. In their different life cycles they can be both more transient and more rooted than their “good” adversaries. When they literally put down roots in your intestines, this can open up fissures contributing to what’s called “leaky gut syndrome.” Then things like toxins, undigested proteins, viruses, and these goddamned bad bacteria can slip right into your blood stream, and that’s very bad.

It’s important to remember that the good bacteria which have come to unobtrusively protect us and assist us in digesting the indigestible have been evolving within us for hundreds of thousands of years, at a minimum. Like us, they’ve adapted to certain environmental conditions, which for them mostly consist of what we eat and drink – a diet which throughout most of our species’ history was probably pretty consistent (at least in terms of the basic types of foods we were eating, though the proportions of these probably varied considerably). However, about ten thousand years ago we added cereal grains and dairy to our diets; a couple hundred years ago we added sugar; and in the last hundred years or so we’ve added a slew of seed and legume oils, trans fats, chemicals, pesticides, and a whole lot more sugar. Today, by far the bulk of an average American’s calories come from foods our species never even ate previous to the Neolithic revolution 12,000 years ago, so recently our gut flora have been living through times of change, to say the least.

Recently studies have begun to show that different types of food support the growth of different species of gut flora…Duh. For example, one study showed that soluble vegetable fiber tended to promote the growth of beneficial gut flora, while insoluble fiber from cereal grains tended more to promote the growth of potentially harmful species. And when you consider that the “good” nature of beneficial bacteria is that they clean house well, fighting tooth and nail for us, while avoiding putting down roots, it seems plausible to me that if we flood our bodies chronically with toxins and toxic foods, this lack of roots could prove a liability for our little allies. They could be disproportionately swept away, while the nasty guys trying to set up colonies rooted in our intestinal walls are disproportionately left behind, to flourish. This is just my speculation, but it makes sense to me.

Anyway, I think this is what happened to me in my childhood and adolescent years, when I thought my sole preventable health risks were getting fat or having a heart-attack, and my chief guide to nutrition was a food pyramid on the back of a Rice Crispies box. I’m infinitely grateful to Elaine Gottschall and the SCD, but wiping out the majority of the bacteria that was causing my Crohn’s Disease was only the beginning of my road to complete health. The SCD is a wonderful first step for anyone who has Crohn’s (from what I’ve heard, it hasn’t proven as consistently effective for people with Colitis or other gastrointestinal diseases, but has had some amazing effects for some autistic children, to give you an idea of gut flora’s range of influence), but it does have potential weaknesses. Our bodies do need some glucose, especially to fuel certain aspects of our immune system. And the mucous forming polysaccharides which the SCD warns against may worsen one’s already heightened, mucous forming inflammatory response in the case of a chronic intestinal infection, thus further impairing digestion, but they are also vital for a healthy person’s immune system in protecting against and purging infection, as anyone who’s ever had a runny nose can testify to. I think this is why, several months after starting the SCD, I got a sinus infection for the first time. And what’s worse, a year and a half and two rounds of antibiotics later, I still have it.

It’s for this reason that I now believe the SCD diet, while a wonderful long-term intervention, especially if one regularly eats the carbohydrate rich vegetables like squash permitted on it (sadly I did not), is probably best to transition away from eventually, to a diet that is designed to maintain exceptional health. The best such diet I’ve come across was in the book Perfect Health Diet by Jaminet and Jaminet. The Jaminets take the “Paleo” approach to interpreting nutrition, which I alluded to earlier in my Neolithic Revolution comments, and find very compelling. But they do so in a way that isn’t overly speculative, as some Paleo literature I’ve read, but rather rely chiefly on a wealth of cutting-edge, nutritional research.

But what about those of us who feel our digestive immune systems have been greatly depleted and thrown out of balance by years of abuse from eating the wrong foods followed by handing the stewardship of our health over to the pharmaceutical industry? Is regaining truly excellent health in the cards for us? Maybe. There are a host of fermented foods which can be very helpful, and there are probiotics in supplement form. And with a great diet including these, in foods like kim chee, kambucha, and kefir, who knows how far we’ll get. But studies have shown that people with chronic digestive diseases usually have significantly fewer species of gut flora, and it’s not likely that a little of several species here and there will bring these people back to full recovery. There is one treatment though that’s consistently had amazing, curative results, but I’m not sure if you can stomach it – or colon it, I should say. It’s a fecal transplant, and it’s just what it sounds like.

You may think it sounds gross, but a fecal transplant is hardly invasive compared to a colonoscopy or getting part of your intestine cut out (standard practice for Crohn’s today). And rather than a relatively small amount of a handful of bacterial species, you take a sample from a donor with a healthy digestive system, and basically get an enema (a significantly larger dose than from probiotic pills or fermented food; crap is 60% gut flora by volume) of nearly a thousand species of bacteria and yeast –an entire eco-system – which then takes to its new environment, killing pathogens and setting up shop unbelievably well.

Right now fecal transplants are only used to treat one especially anti-biotic resistant and potentially deadly bacteria, called Clostridium difficile (which the treatment generally cures almost immediately!), but to my knowledge this is the only application it has been tried in (probably as a last resort due to this bacterium’s antibiotic resistant nature), and there’s no reason this treatment shouldn’t be tried more broadly. Of course, such a potential cure is anathema to the pharmaceutical industry’s paradigm of ‘treatment unto death,’ and maybe that’s why it’s not being used more broadly, but we sufferers of chronic digestive problems and immune dysfunction of all kinds should really be pressing our physicians and specialists for this. It could truly be a revolutionary treatment, and a way to significantly strengthen a large segment of the population’s immune systems cheaply!

You may think I’m being too optimistic about it, but consider what cow herders and dairy farmers have been doing with this technique pretty much since they’ve had means to do so, and to amazing effect. When a cow is sick, farmers often don’t even bother trying to diagnose the problem. Instead, they simply extract some gut flora from the rumen (where a cow’s gut flora live) of a healthy cow, and inject it into the rumen of the sick cow, and voila – much of the time this does the trick. Our good gut flora are like the first and strongest gatekeepers protecting our health, and the proper function of numerous physiological processes, from nutrient absorption to neurological function, depend upon their health. Restore that, and it’s like setting in place a solid cornerstone to build your health upon. I know I’m still presently without this cornerstone, so I’m trying to slowly build one, and am confident I can. And even if it proves a lengthy process, and the medical community never comes around to help, at least I’m pretty sure I’ve cured my Crohn’s disease.

The War Of Terror, or, Down the Rabbit’s Hole of Disillusionment

Prefatory Note:

The following is intended solely as a series of signposts to spur your own thought and investigation. If you follow the crumb trail of information suggested here, diverging on your own investigative tangents as you see fit, your eyes will be opened to the utter nefariousness of a certain segment of our ruling class, and the ‘complicity in silence’ of a much broader swath of our society. I believe it is vitally important for each of us to come to terms with the dark truths of our nation’s most recent history, because while the sheer depravity of the truth regarding our leadership’s great “impia fraus,” which they have branded 9/11, may not be enough to immediately, decisively change the many people’s behavior in relation to our nation, it will certainly undermine anyone’s faith in our nation’s most prominent centers of power and our leadership’s overall agenda in acquiring and spending our wealth. For the emergence of each new faith to take hold (and I think not only America but the whole world is now in dire need of a new faith), an elder faith must die. In this case, our faith in the good of our nation’s direction withers upon simply seeing it for what it truly is. But it is even more important to remember this within this context: In respect to humanity’s common project of technological development, America is not exceptional. – It is merely the sharpest spear point at this time.

The Crumb Trail:

Begin with Building 7. Google it. Youtube it. Google Silverstein’s “pull it” comment. Don’t spend too much time with this (minor point); it’s just a hook. Google “Silverstein Dark Horse New York Observer.” Youtube “Wikileaks exposes 9/11 Conspirators!!!” Youtube “9/11 secondary explosions, Eye-Witness Testimony from Many…” You are now falling down the rabbit hole, but maybe still asking “why?” Wikipedia Building 7. Read the list of “tenants” to the end. Google “biggest gold heist in history”; “9/11 gold robbery.” Now for the kicker: Wikipedia “Opium Production in Afghanistan.” Google “Taliban’s ban on Poppy a Success.” Now you’re beginning to see the nefariousness of it all, but it gets worse. Youtube “9/11 military drone planes.” Watch some videos. Google “Alleged 9/11 highjackers alive.” Lastly, Wikipedia Ahmed Shah Massoud. Read it.

This crumb-trail will lead you through just a brief smattering of things I’ve stumbled upon looking into the 9/11 conspiracy. There is now likely ten times the information out there requisite to convince most anyone that the official narrative is complete crap. All you need to do is look. And if you want a stunningly well composed book on the subject, read Michael Rupert’s “Crossing the Rubicon.” So then, why are we all still sitting quietly about this?

Infernal Apathy:

If you actually followed my little ‘crumb trail,’ you’ll notice that the last point. “Wikipedia Ahmed Shah Massoud,” achieves nothing in proving 9/11 was an “inside job.” But to me it’s a vitally important point, because if it was people from our ruling elite who committed these horrible crimes, and they used military drone planes to do so and invented the whole story about the involvement of Arabian highjackers, then it would be an almost impossibly improbable coincidence for Al Quaida to have assassinated him two days before 9/11; Operatives of the real conspirators did. Massoud; educated warrior fighting for twenty-something years against the Soviets and then the Taliban; statesman fighting for a free and moderate Afghanistan where women have civil rights; hero of the Afghan people; nominee for the Nobel Peace Prize and obvious choice for post-war Afghan president, and we had him killed with a bomb hidden in a video camera because he wasn’t the drug-dealing patsy we wanted overseeing our nationwide opium trafficking operation… Now that—is some nefarious shit.

But why am I using the first person plural here. They did it, right? Not us? Well, they may have done it, but we’re doing it. And not only now that we’re down the rabbit-hole, in a whole new world of geopolitics – the post 9/11 world, I like to call it. Ever since people started whispering about the truth of 9/11 and we turned the other way, we the people have slowly become increasingly complicit in the deaths of well over 100,000 people (this is a very conservative figure), many of them women and children, and the squandering of almost 1.5 trillion dollars (plus all the unfunded liabilities) of our own and our children’s money. We are just as much pawns in this game of avarice as the people who died on 9/11, only we’re asked to sacrifice slowly throughout the rest of our lives for the people who have brought about this post 9/11 world. – Be patriotic. Support our troops. Valorize young men’s stupidity above all else. When a young, misguided, Thanatos-driven man makes the moronic decision of going to a foreign land to kill people without even first looking on the internet about what and whom he’s doing it for, praise him for the rest of his life. And let the kids see you do it. If his leg gets blown off or part of his soul gets ripped out, subsidize him for the rest of his life; to be against that is blasphemy.

Maybe I’m being too harsh, but somebody very dear to me, one of the kindest and most brilliant people I know, was turned to a shadow and almost destroyed by an opium addiction that started when he was just a kid. I would much rather give part of my paycheck to him for having recovered than to people who unthinkingly (and later somewhat knowingly) serve to make the atrocities of the War Of Terror possible (such adolescent opium addictions included), so they can preserve their hollow images of honor and avoid selflessly walking away from service (and the paycheck it promises) when that service begins to stink to high heaven. And certainly I would rather not be giving part of my paycheck to the people who carried out this whole impia fraus.

But I better shut up before one of them hears me. A delightful fruit of this War Of Terror is that I, an American citizen writing in America, could upon order of the president be imprisoned indefinitely by the military without right to trial by my peers if they deem this blog entry to be “providing significant support to an enemy force.” You don’t believe me? Google “News NDAA 2013,” read away, and welcome to Wonderland.

Epigenetics and the Future of Food

It seems inescapable to me that sometime soon – probably during my lifetime or soon after it – human beings will enter a great evolutionary bottleneck that will take one of two forms. Either scientists will discover new sources of energy powerful enough to considerably forestall the imminent threat of resource depletion, and the economic model the world has adopted to fuel the development of technology (a model which posits economic growth on one side and on the other, deflation and collapse) will persevere long enough for scientists to understand genetics sufficiently to begin the continual process of engineering human beings into their historical moment’s image of perfection.  That will happen, or such discoveries won’t come to light, and the drying up of fossil fuels will coincide with a very different evolutionary bottleneck – a massive die-off of human beings that will nonetheless likely usher in a new age of cultural diversity.

There is a third scenario I’ve not much entertained which could indeed happen – that somewhere down the line new machines for harnessing energy are not only invented (if they haven’t been already and subsequently disappeared by current energy producers), but also constructed in a decentralized, open source fashion. But let’s assume these machines could be fully replicable, from their nuts and bolts on up to their integrated form, by small, decentralized communities. This would free such communities from the fate and exploitation of the larger techno-industrial system to some extent (still, there will always be the army), but would this make such machines some kind of technological panacea? To this latter question, I suspect the answer is ‘no.’ – The spreading technology of little, decentralized, perpetual power plants would lead to overpopulation and the scarcity of land and food as fast if not faster than the present system which manufactures artificial scarcity to ensure and increase profits.

The first and third of these scenarios would both likely result in an ever-expanding population which would lead to its own, unending chain of resource problems after (if not before) the hurdle of waning fossil fuels has been cleared. Both a centralized and decentralized system where electrical power is, say, infinitely abundant will still come to bump its head upon different kinds of resource ceilings eventually, and indeed, the more abundant electricity is, the more quickly humanity will come up against these other ceilings. That being said, a centralized techno-industrial system keeps in its repository of prospects the central one: the refashioning of human beings in the historical moment’s image of perfection. And wouldn’t that be wonderful? … That’s a rhetorical question. You’re not meant to answer it for yourself.

Leaving aside for now the question of whether our mastery in this genetic stage of Manifest Destiny would be a good thing or not, let’s consider what I meant the topic of this post to be – whether such mastery is even possible. It was certainly the faith of most medical scientists until recently that genetic diseases, and even deformities, environmental intolerances, etc., would soon be a thing of the past. Then it happened though: A field of science began to emerge at the turn of this century which in its own way could be just as significant as the dissemination of petroleum technology at the beginning of the last. Perhaps I’m overstating things, but properly understood, this new field of genetics is something that must help to shape our public discourse and behavior in this century if we’re to remain the vibrant, miraculous beings we’ve become over the countless generations of our species.

It was thought until somewhat recently that the parts of our DNA not directly involved in making proteins were junk – unusable residue from earlier stages of our evolution. This could indeed be plausible, except that over 98% of our DNA is this “junk,” and that seemed to geneticists altogether wasteful and unnecessarily complicated for evolution, a process which is not usually kind to wastefulness and unnecessarily complicated physiology.  Then, as I said, at around the turn of the century scientists discovered that these junk genes were not junk at all (go figure), but executive genes which, in a mind-bogglingly complex symphony of turning on and off, orchestrate the production of proteins that make up our bodies. But why is this discovery so important for everything from what you do in your free time, to the kind of society you live in, to geopolitics in general?  Here’s why:

Prior to the discovery of this new field of genetics, now called epigenetics, your genetic material was thought to be a relatively immutable blueprint for the construction of your body as it is and as it works. But now, in light of discoveries of epigenetics, it’s understood that the switching on and off of protein building genes – this executive gene symphony that’s responsible for orchestrating you in the womb and initiating the incredibly complex system of physiological processes that keep you alive and well, is much more responsive to your environment than your “hardwired” code of genetic material is (This code only changes through genetic mutation which is relatively rare, and recombination in an egg’s fertilization). And it is not the case that this switching on and off of genes, which often occurs in response to environmental factors, can only affect you. Many epigenetic changes, running the gamut from neuropathology, increased or decreased anxiety, asthmatic response, semi or total loss of eyesight (and even loss of eyeballs!), and many more, have been shown to become manifest not in the phenotype (that just means body) of the person or animal subjected to the epigenetic alteration, but in the phenotype of its offspring or even it’s offspring’s offspring! What’s more, epigenetic changes have often been shown to respond to environmental advents cumulatively, generation after generation.

There are of course many kinds of environmental factors which can bring about epigenetic changes, but of course, chief among them is the food we eat (or don’t eat). Perhaps the best illustration of this point was achieved by Francis Pottenger, MD in a series of experiments he carried out long before the discovery of DNA and seventy years before the rise of the field of epigenetics. I won’t go into the details of his studies, but if you haven’t already acquainted yourself with them I urge you to take a few minutes to do so. And the greatest ever scientific study of nutrition ever composed, Nutrition and Physical Degeneration, written by Weston A. Price over seventy years ago, is also indispensable in this context.

The reality is we are physically (and this also means mentally) degenerating from the poor quality of foods we eat, and that we have been for a long time. The first widespread assault on our epigenome, well documented in the fossil remains of our ancestors, actually occurred over ten thousand years ago as we began cultivating cereal grains for consumption and progressively moved away from our former fare of wild plants and animals. But in my eyes, that watershed change in diet is not nearly as ominous as those that have taken place since the industrial revolution. For it’s not only that more people are now more exclusively dependent on the insufficient (and often toxic) nutrition of cereal grains. It’s not only the extension of shelf life necessitated by longer supply chains which leave the micronutrients of meats and vegetables largely eroded by the time they reach our mouths. And it’s not only the hundreds of new foods and chemicals we’ve introduced to our diets in the past two centuries, some of them, like sugar and vegetable oils in staggering quantities. More troubling for me than all these realities is the fact that the sheer number of us and the mercilessly profit-driven practices of industrial agriculture which feed us are sucking the nutrients out of our soil at an alarming rate. These nutrients are vital for maintaining our epigenetic health, and the image of humanity vastly degenerated in its epigenetic health is quite frankly appalling to me: more stupid, anxious, prone to personality disturbances, sickly, ugly, and pained – and all these from causes that are only reversible through sustained dietary improvements over multiple generations! I read things about the urgent need for action on peak oil, peak coal, global warming, etc., and none of them seem as profound as the downward slope we’re already on, and have been on, with respect to nutrition.

Unlike these other global crises we face, whose consequences still lie largely in the future, we’re already in the grips of this nutritional crisis. We just don’t recognize it’s magnitude in the U.S. because we can palliate disease with a thousand and one pharmaceuticals. Autoimmune disease is overwhelmingly caused by poor and/or toxic nutrition, as is heart disease, metabolic syndrome, endocrine dysfunction, and many cancers, I’m sure. And there are other, subtler forms of degeneration which are almost universally rendered upon us by our deficient diets – so much so we accept them as normal, but they aren’t normal outside the context of the “diet of civilization” (see the prophetic work that is Nutrition and Physical Degeneration).

In light of all this, should one of the ultimate ends of our modern technological project still be to engineer a better genetic code? I don’t know what else our ultimate end in this project could be. Are we even in control of it anymore, at all? Let’s assume we are, and we do get to the point where we can deftly modify our genetic makeup. Even at that point, such know-how alone is not enough to engineer better human beings, because however good we hardwire ourselves, that hardwiring will quickly begin epigenetically expressing itself in unpredictable and corrupt ways given a deficient or toxic environment. Therefore, given that a society technologically advanced enough to intricately understand the human genome will almost certainly be heir to an overpopulated and toxic environment, should we at that point take it upon ourselves to start engineering from elemental materials all the vitamins and minerals necessary for activating our bodies’ thousands of physiological processes? Are we anywhere near being able to achieve that kind of chemical engineering on a massive scale? … Or might we engineer ourselves genetically to need less of these micronutrients to carry out our physiological reactions? …

I invite you to look at the information about our nutritional trajectory that’s already out there  (about the total disappearance of certain micronutrients from certain animals and vegetables in the industrial food supply, or about how approximately one-third the world’s population is nutritionally dependent on the haber process (of converting nitrogen to ammonia for fertilizer using heat generated from fossil fuels) because by the time the depth of this crisis becomes obvious to everybody who hasn’t engaged in any self-education, the window for radical, communal change may have closed. And at that point, I don’t think the genetics industry will be able to offer an escape hatch. And the medical industry will certainly be on hand, but with what? – oxycodone, perhaps?

Revolution: Poles and Periphery

More and more frequently, if you tell somebody that perhaps your keenest intellectual interest is food (its nutritional qualities, how it’s produced and consumed, etc.), they will see that as perfectly respectable, and this is heartening. Still, when I tell people one of my ultimate goals is to become a farmer, and when I betray just how much of my day is spent musing about a potentially right relation to food, people still often seem to take me for some kind of kook. It seems to me they think it odd, or even somehow wasteful, that a seemingly intelligent young person would not set his thinking upon more significant things, and has even set the drudgery of farm work as a long term goal.

In a similar vein, when I tell people one of my main interests is metaphysics – the thoughtful reflection about what beings in general are, the questions ‘what is existence?’ ‘what am I?’ and ‘why is there something and not nothing?’ – people seem puzzled about why I’d waste my time with such speculation. I mean, why not spend my time thinking about something more current and constructive?

For now, I will not speak to the reasons for their bewilderment at my interests in these two spheres. That is a job I will leave to you, the Reader. Instead, I will only briefly introduce my rationale for these interests:

The greatest Revolution ever, in the history of the Homo sapiens, was the Homo sapiens entrance into history. And this entrance was a direct result of a change in humankind’s relation to food: the domestication of plant and animal species.

The domestication of a handful of plants and animals for food and food production brought man out of a world dominated by mythic revolution and into a world of linear history, in which historical revolution, while still spiraling, became a spiraling away.

This was the Revolution of revolutions. But once taken up in the ever-widening gyre of history, it is not simply man’s relation to food, or his fellow man, or physical implements, or anything specific that has brought about the great revolutions within history, but humankind’s interpretation of Being as such. It is historical humanity’s metaphysics that’s the hidden mainspring within history.

If you’re doubtful about whether this is truly the case, or simply murky about it, as I was for several years, read my ‘Brief Introduction To Our Historical Moment,’ in my “Sketch of a New Metaphysics” below, as a start. Better yet, study the history of thought in Heidegger, who’s western thought’s best historian, so far as I know.

In sum, I’m concerned specifically with these two spheres because  “the greater a revolution is to be, the more profoundly it must plunge into it’s history.” I often think about these words of Heidegger when I see, in the people I speak with and read about, how position and vision determines one’s sense of revolution, one’s meridians, poles, and periphery. And my sense of our inherited position and trajectory dictates that I look to the farthest poles, and attempt to fathom the greatest revolutions.

A Sketch of a New Metaphysics and Its Signifigance

Brief Introduction to Our Historical Moment:


Christ, the consummate symbolist. His message: See as I do; live as I do, and attain the prelapsarian condition—the Kingdom of God (i.e. the spiritualization of the Promised Land – much closer akin to Buddhist nirvana and Hindu liberation than Christian immortality. See The Gospel of Thomas). But the apostles—and chiefly Paul among them—create a religion of faith—faith in miracles, the resurrection, personal immortality.


The eventual necessity to gain certainty in God’s salvation is the beginning of modern thought. Man within the Christian symbolic constellation—in the Cathedral—questioning his personal salvation, is increasingly eclipsed by the question of God, and whether salvation occurs at all. The certainty Descartes pursues in his meditations is this certainty.


Truth as certainty in the world’s monolithic nature (monolithic because God, Truth, Nature, can now be nothing less than monolithic to satisfy man’s desire for certainty), requires the securing of the subject as verifier and that all truths (i.e. laws of nature) be universally applicable. The measurement of objects is decided on as the realm of verifiable knowledge. Measurement with increasing magnification results necessarily. Absolute ends are needed to fend off the ultimate meaninglessness of man’s project: Universe and atom are posited anew, but by scientists this time.

The universe and atom: the faith of the modern era. The ends of modern humanity’s project.


The division ad absurdum of our modern thought and activity is the direct result of this project—the endless division of objects. Placing evermore divided and magnified things into our world-picture—the standing, utilizable reserve of humanity—requires increasingly vast and divided institutions to handle such vast bodies of microscopic things. Thus man himself becomes microscopic, and increasingly loses sight of himself as creative center. He necessarily becomes Nietzsche’s last man: “The earth has become small, and on it hops the last man who makes everything small… “What is love?  What is creation? What is longing? What is a star?”—So asks the last man and he blinks.”

However, wherever we’re not afraid to look, humanity’s modern project approaches its real limits: Oil is only the most prominent resource that will soon become increasingly inaccessible. We are physically degenerating as soils lose their nutrients and food is made more transportable and storable (See Nutrition and Physical Degeneration. Aside: nutrients moving out of the soil and into more bellies and storehouses at an unsustainable rate is the fundamental movement of western civilization hitherto, and the reason even principled civilizations more powerful than their neighbors die as empires). Lastly, the field of epigenetics is making it clear that engineering good human beings without good food (and thus good soil) is impossible. The expression of genetic information is quickly corrupted by a nutrient deficient or toxic environment, as is occurring now increasingly, and such corruption is passed down to offspring several generations into the future, is cumulative, and only reversible by a more favorable environment (See Pottenger’s Prophecy, Deep Nutrition, etc.).

Meanwhile, on mathematics’ lunatic fringe, the further the eye of physics advances, the more it doubts its ultimate ends. Already cosmologists proffer the idea of an infinite multiverse, albeit in the most schoolyard and uncircumspect fashion, while their colleagues and string theorists cry foul, claiming such an admission would effectively throw in the towel on the whole cosmological project and quest for a universal theory…A new metaphysics is needed—a new, more believable and decisive faith.

Prefatory Note:

Metaphysics: A belief about the nature of beings and Being in general. An age is defined by the metaphysics that pre-dominates throughout it. But after the conclusive reversal of western metaphysics accomplished by Nietzsche, and thus metaphysics’ new awareness of itself as belief, as binding fiction, etc., has it grown too late for new creation on a metaphysical scale? Did his realization that an age’s metaphysics was the most fundamental and powerful artistic creation of that age deter Nietzsche from creating his own metaphysics? No. And while Nietzsche’s essential metaphysical ideas, the will to power and the eternal return, were a necessary, destined response to Platonic and Christian ideals of otherworldly being, modern technology (our metaphysical inheritance from these older interpretations) isn’t decisively addressed by Nietzsche, nor may we decide much about it based on his view of Being in general, the eternal return of the same. Given that the modern technological mind-frame is the metaphysical interpretation holding sway, and is humanity’s most perilous inheritance to date, a metaphysical ground that challenges the underpinnings of our technological project is necessary. Thus, while my idea of infinite repetition in space could be said to be a mere development of Nietzsche’s “eternal return,” I hold it to be a crucial development (See “Logical and Joyful Conclusions,” further down).—Sometimes an important distance is bridged by a few decisive steps.

Said in another manner, while metaphysics can no longer aspire to certainty and holds to itself as belief, my metaphysics is by no means arbitrary belief. A metaphysics must be believed. And if they were not reasonable, not believable—both more believable and beneficial than the Judeo-Christian, the modern technological, or the eternally returning interpretation of Being—I wouldn’t bother elucidating my metaphysical ideas. But I’ve done more than elucidate them. I believe them.

And I don’t think I’m entirely alone. I believe that under the superficiality of our divided daily lives, there’s a common undercurrent of thought among some spirits regarding the essential things. Otherwise the world would never essentially change. Pivotal ideas could not take hold, but they do take hold: At rare moments in history when believability and vital necessity meet, an idea surfaces from the fretful, waxing undercurrent of spirit. A woman, man, work or utterance that bears the force of this whole undercurrent beneath it surges up and washes over the new-gleaming surfaces of things. I hope we’re approaching such a moment, and that’s why I’m thinking, writing, and living in accordance with these ideas.

First Principles:

[Note: The following seeks to outline the essential principles of beings and the world as reavealed as the human perspective. I make no attempt to discuss the guiding principles of beings beyond their appearance and conditional truth of this original perspective—no attempt to discuss the attributes or being of say, a rock, in itself (i.e a priori). For rock, attribute, being—these are all constructs of that original perspective and form which we may call Reason, man, etc. Put differently, securing Perspective beyond any given perspective is obviously impossible. This Perspective secured would be but another perspective, thus our overarching, original perspective, should always be assumed in terms like world, Being, etc.]

Form projects nothing but itself, in such a way that its power is enhanced in the projection. It does not project all that is, but only that which its history of gathering complexity has prepared for its securement as its own—its form. What its history of growth reveals to it we call presencing.

Each form has a different history of gathering complexity, thus each presence revealed to it must be different from that of all other forms (or, at least at this point in the analysis, each form appears different from all others). What is form thus depends upon each unique gathering of complexity. It is perspectival, thus form is always mere form, and not substance or matter.

Each form projects as its own present horizon—its presence—projecting itself to enhance its own power. But each contains within it and is surrounded by infinite other forms. There is no fundamental form comprising or comprised of all things. Developing out of the gathering complexity of constituent forms, each form must project itself in such a way that it secures itself (both its preservation and enhancement) amidst the gathering complexity of all other forms. Otherwise it would disintegrate out of being, assimilated by the growth of other forms.

All forms come to be in collective currents of gathering, bound to interact within a finite range of interaction some place along the ever-receding smallness and ever-receding largeness of forms. A form must co-originate and grow together with other like forms, for the history of its gathering complexity has always depended, and depends upon other forms being there—being around—which are enough akin to be secured as the form’s own, and cooperated with in growth and resistance to annihilation.

No form is fundamentally more complex than any other, for each contains within itself infinite forms. However, each given form must come to be in a complexity capable of interplay and access to surrounding forms, and, very importantly, it must for this same need of interplay and access, come to be within a finite range of size.

It may seem that the number of forms a given form could possibly take would depend upon the size of its smallest component, so that if a form was composed of infinitely smaller forms, the number of forms it could take would be infinite. However, when considering the number of forms a given form can take, the number of its smallest components is immaterial—that is, it doesn’t matter.

Anywhere form comes to be is a gathering of forms, where a finite range of size determines interplay—determines whether form comes to be at all. Interacting forms, whether they be stars, organisms (defined principally by DNA), or spoken or written words, must be of a certain dimension to interact. If a form’s essential components of interaction are too big or small, interaction cannot occur (and form either doesn’t come to be as such, or else ceases to persist in such a form). Thus form, comprised of components which cannot be smaller or larger than a definite size at which interaction can occur, is not comprised of infinite components essential to its form, but a finite number of essential components.

Because the number of essential components comprising a form is finite, the number of forms a given form can take is also finite. Consequently, the number of forms which forms in general can become is finite, because while the sum of an unfathomable number of unfathomable numbers is just that—unfathomable—it is nonetheless finite.

Because the number of possible different forms is finite, and the succession of larger and larger forms, and smaller and smaller forms, is infinite, form repeats in space. It repeats not once, but infinite times looking into every form and out from every form. This is the alpha and omega, atom and universe. The nature of being in general is a fourfold infinite repetition of form and hence this here—just this life. Looking into things, and out from them, and away from them, and across time, there is a fourfold infinite repetition of just this form—this life.

Logical (and Joyful) Consequences:


This world repeats infinitely in a fourfold way: a great winnowing fan for humanity. The idler’s interpretation: So a thousand-fold variations on this life—my life—must also come to be—only each more or less different form this—me just as I am (interestingly, the masturbatory speculation of current “multiverse” believing cosmologists)…The ne’er-do-well’s interpretation: If everything repeats, it is fated to be. What I do does not matter…The woman’s who will inherit the future, the man’s of thoughtful integrity—the artist’s interpretation: Nothing can be known besides this life and its infinite repetition, its utter redundancy precisely as it is and has been. The heaviest question: Can one affirm this life and nothing but this life, infinitely, eternally? In coming to terms with this, to complete the Yes to life, one must see the paradox of fatalism and the flaw of the ne’er-do-well’s thinking. That is, one must see that if he sees action as pointless, all things being fated, that will repeat infinitely. If a woman whispers carpe diem each morning in rising from bed, precisely that will repeat.


There is no fundamental universe and atom. There are as many atoms and universes as there are variations of form in general. But one is central, if not fundamental: precisely this here. Man is atom and universe, alpha and omega. But even if he looks with incalculable power into the smallness of forms and vast distances outside himself, he can never find himself. What he will find is a form unimaginably small and short-lived, and one unimaginably vast and long-lived, yet for themselves these two forms are nothing besides this—this life. Spiriting away, the insane division and alienation we inflict upon ourselves and each other, are seen for what they are. The all-devouring myth and nihilism of modernity is overcome. Time is a strange, redundant whorl: this life—now—is always the same for itself, yet eternal: It happens on larger and larger scales, infinitely. Life is infinite; it is eternal. The human being regains his or her knowing place as the central creator, created of itself—its chaos schematizing, beautifully falsifying, form-giving Form.

Note on Importance:

This world whose overarching metaphysical meaning is dying and squandering so much as it dies, instills in us blessed ones the lesson: “Thou too art unimportant.” It channels our pursuits into a project with no goal but continuation, with no places but increasingly divided ones. We can no longer translate ourselves to one another—and who cares if we can’t, all things being equal.

But could any lesson be more false! We, who if we stand bravely see The Great Winnowing of human evolution in the not-too-distant future. And what if it’s true, as I believe, that all this repeats infinitely? Can you imagine a life more important than living precisely here, at this great crux of the infinite, from this height, with such a rare view of it all.

I say no things are equal to us but the infinite—we of good sense and strong spirit, dying of despair in the loneliness of our desire for creation. We artists, scholars, free thinkers—we must never forget our central role in the destiny of things. As “The Humanities” ramify into absurdity, not knowing what to do for a system in which they’re essentially irrelevant—“Are we here now merely to pacify those of us stubborn and antiquated enough to still want to think in a symbolic way? The pie is large, but each piece is a mere bite. It’s pluralism then, and unanimous service to science. All things being equal, pick one and go.”—Even as we must bow to such thinking (and we must at times to get anywhere), we must remind ourselves of its gross misunderstanding of rank and importance.

Man, insofar as he has become modern, no longer essentially sees the world and himself symbolically. He becomes increasingly scientific. And to scientists things are not symbols; they are given objects secured in our certain subjectivity. Thus, the further the modern technological mind-frame extends and dominates, the further will art be pushed into peripheral obscurity. In taking his all-encompassing interpretation of the world to be the explanation, modern man forgets himself as a fundamentally interpretive creature. He forgets that humanity’s primordial nature—Reason, Being—is essentially creative, fictionalizing—artistic. He places one interpretation in the center, decentering himself.

And who senses this but us?—we free thinkers, artists, and torchbearers of literary inheritance. Who else can make a beginning so deep in its future by the way it reaches into the  past?—A scientist? A technocrat? Who senses that beauty will save the world? Never forget how important you are. Come to believe what you sense and live what you believe. You are the phoenix. Never be convinced otherwise.