Fun, Till You Hurt Someone

There is apparently, always this group of super powerful beings - out there, elsewhere, distant - and you cannot touch them, see them, feel them, talk to them...

...But there's always some intermediary that can; except not you though. Never you.

Even Stephen Fry does it.

The TV journalist asks him - but what would you say, if you were standing in front of 'God' (and you found out He exists), what would you say to Him?

And Fry jiggles about in his seat once again (funny, it's just like the thing Dr Peter Duncan, also MI6, does) and says, in stentorian, and very self-assured tones - 'Bone cancer in children? How dare you?!'

Hmn.

Bears out-gun wolves...

Sounds great, right? I mean it's a valid challenge after all.

Those six million Jews in the Holocaust (or only twenty-five Jews, or whatever number you want) though... That was God or that was you?

Was that actually in fact you, human? Did you do that?

'Oh no, that wasn't me, that was some other body!'

Oh but me thinketh thou doth protethteth too much, phrend.

...Ah now you want for 'God' to intervene when something goes too far off the rails.

You want 'agency' (this lovely new word coined by the acolytes of Gramsci) but suddenly you also don't want absolute responsibility though.

So no problem, you stand at a distance (via a screen) and watch, and just hand everything over to people who tell admittedly rather cute tales about the 'Galactic Federation' somewhere far far away - or maybe even really really close - except but you can't see them... But they can see them: 'trust us.' And just 'trust us,' right?

Makes life so easy.

Life - as in real life with maximum agency - is so complicated, isn't it.

So much easier to be 'a happy idiot, and struggle for the legal tender.'

Stop pretending.

Not around here. Maybe elsewhere but not here.

The real 'issue' is happening at human personal self 'ground zero.' How is it possible, that a human being, with only two main salience nodes functioning (1. toxicity and rage/anger/venom, plus 2. raw primitive appetites) can come across as sapient - fully intelligent, very highly intelligent, in fact.

Wa?? Have we so soon run out of 
decent 'food porn' pics?
Nup. This is cool too.

You cannot say that either Stephen Fry or Sir Salman Rushdie are less than very highly intelligent.

But every other one of their internal psychic 'personal self' nodes is fragile, some are not functioning at all, and all the others are subject to wild vagaries of orientation.

When you look at the world political stage - there is some media frenzy over Sanna Marin, and the fact that she dances and has parties with friends. She has friends. This is truly amazing.

Liz Cheney says she has friends; I heard her only this morning address her friends.

Does Justin Trudeau have any friends? Not sure.

And what's his trajectory, d'you think?

Elena talks about people 'making decisions.' And that was far away, somewhere out in space, apparently.

Well I'm pretty sure we right here already decided the 'trajectory' of Tony Blair's test-tube twin Serge Lutens.

Oh you think I'm making stuff up?

LOL

You just 'don't know what you don't know,' isn't it?

Look. Getting up in thirty foot-across white Tic Tacs is a lot of fun, and those people who are able to pilot them, really know what they're doing and they are very good at it.

NASA just declassified some report about a flying saucer slamming into a lake and making a huge crater at the bottom of it. Makes you wonder if they recovered any bits and pieces of the 'thing' that slammed into the silt at the bottom of the lake. It's a somewhat BS story that NASA has produced. Sure they de-classified a report, and sure they tracked and recorded and even filmed something going into a lake.

I think it's going to be very cold, in Canada
this year. This is not Canada,
but it is French.
Pay me money when it happens.
LOL When, Mr Wray, not 'if.'
And there's not a GD thing you can do about
it. Not now, not afterwards.
Because how you gonna prove anything?
You told Congress you'd didn't believe
'Havana Syndrome' was really real.

But why are they slanting things now to the 'Oh, super advanced beings smash and crash and make mistakes all the time and we used to classify that stuff...' 

Nobody's making any mistakes and there's never been a 'crash.' Not in Roswell, not anywhere.

When someone get's hurt, happens to get hurt - it's on purpose. Just lettin' ya know.

You show me how you can get out of the trajectory, human...

The trajectory terminates in the graveyard. Am I wrong?

Meanwhile, back to the immediate 'moral equation.' There is no moral equation. Believe me it's a helluva lot of fun messing around in high technology equipment. Okay maybe someone will get hurt. Won't be me and it better not be you.

Why do rabbits exist? For Elmer Fudd, that's why. We're not smart, dude. Not like Stephen Fry or Sir Salman Rushdie!

The problem of 'Theodicy?' What question of 'Theodicy.' I don't have any questions about that kind of thing. That's because like you've all been training in here for awhile already, 'we' can actually see past the 'ultraviolet catastrophe' (which is, for those who are late to this party, Sanna - that segment of the light wavelengths spectrum near UV, at which there is a huge missing part of the energy trajectory, and that no human scientists at all, have as yet been able to account for; where the missing energy 'is going').

For us it's just about the fun. 

This sort of fun, and by the way, summer's gone boys and girls: