Coherence of the Incoherence

“It is astounding that man, instigator, investor and vehicle, of all judgments and decisions and the planner of the future must make of himself such a quantite negligible.  The contradictions, the paradoxical evaluation of humanity by man himself is in truth a matter for wonder and one can only explain it as springing from an extraordinary uncertainty of judgment.  Man is an enigma to himself.”

-- C.G. Jung

O, he is cracked or he judges himself correctly:  he or she is the equal of the king cobra, the lion, the ants, and the microbes and not much more.

In understanding human behavior it is important to remember that war is only one of the many conspiracies mankind indulges in.  From plans in childhood to get Billy or Maria, to the intricacies of salesmanship, conspiracies are cooked up and concocted throughout our lifetimes and are an essential ingredient necessary for organization.

The first source impulse is the need to dominate, then to grow – expand – celebrate – and eventually to mourn – for all things fall apart.

Within this paradigm a certain type of human must dominate – to set the style for the hierarchy to emulate.  Unless inbreeding occurs all organizations become diverse sprouting antidotes and offshoots which challenge and illuminate the dominant theme.  In the American system two such antidotes were the Blues and organized crime; in Europe penetrating literature did the job.  These three examples allowed the psyche to go consciously deeper than the society would have otherwise allowed.

The psyche is the sum of all our feelings, mythic creations and equations.  If one part of the psyche registers a shock (an event, thought or equation) that rearranges our perception of reality all the other components, both physical and holographic, will feel the reverberations.  The psychic system distributes the information using devices such as repression, dreams, fantasy and logic to divert and channel the vastness of the information – to give it shape, which then gives us each our own map of the world.

The Sea Mount

"High on a mountain far away ... " The mountain sings to itself. The cockatoo preens and keeps an eye out for a mate. In the great Ocean, two-thirds of our world's surface, all living things sing to themselves and to others.

The great Oceans ofthe Earth teem with life - from the top to the bottom from the bottom to the top. The Methusalii, massive whales, broadcast the news ofthe aquasphere - what is happening in the Indian, Atlantic, Pacific, and Antarctic Oceans. The Nobbli, the crabs, are the keepers, the librarians of the seas. The news, including the truth, is kept by them and when broadcast is heard by all those who can listen.

Now, the news courses with a sense of urgency. Nobbliss, the largest oldest and wisest crab in the Deep assembles his counselors and speaks "brewing in the Oceans there are chemical changes that threaten our world. We feel it in our claws each and everyday. In parts, our numbers are shrinking. So we have heard from the Methusalii who travel the Globe. They say it is the work of those who, ions ago, walked away; those who now sail the tops and suck us up. It is time to persuade those above to cease the warring within themselves and give us love. We must persuade them to become once again our friends as we were many seas ago. Therefore, I am calling a sea-mount. Let

the music go out." Nobbliss had spoken.

In the beginning the music drifted slowly. Each creature making its own sound:

the plankton whispered. The blowfish hissed. The octopi hummed. The dolphins

clicked. The whales sang their high pitched mournful songs until an orchestra of sound

was heard in every port and by every vessel sailing the seas. A miracle: a sound no

humans had ever heard - mellifluous and alien.

For three days the humans crowded the beaches and hugged the coastlines. In the

interior they listened on their radios and I-Pods. There were great debates about the

meaning of the sounds, but soon those who had walked away, so many ions ago, grew

bored. After all Life is for living and working not just sitting around listening to songs.

Nobbliss sat in his cave. He spoke to one of his counselors, a young sea urchin.

"If only they weren't so busy," Nobbliss sighed. The young sea urchin asked, "Did they

listen?"

"Only time will tell," wise, old Nobbliss said. "Only time will tell."