you heard the extra elle
let’s get down to the facts.
There’s this thing, civilization.
Outcome of humanity. Yes,
Humanity. If it could speak collectively,
it would say, ‘yes, it was moi, I made
civilization out of my disposition to progress
in my creative adaptation’ but let’s re-examine
that posture (not to mention that cosmolomania,
if moi, the poet, can coin a neologism).
That anthropogenic posture that humanity,
or little clusters of near-humans, created
civilization is far-fetched indeed and in deed.
The modern individual does not take into account
what s/he means by the word ‘individual’,
which is fundamental to the concept of humanity,
especially when it comes to the ‘feats’
humanity has achieved. The individual of today
will have you believe that s/he has been,
to some degree, in control of their personality
(the exact age is imprecise, perhaps inaccessible,
but they will say something between the ages of 7
and 10), that this awareness of theirs has been
the same entity carried through time, up to the present
moment, of which they are the agglomeration
of any events, reactions, decisions and postures
taken in that period of time. Wonderful, I say.
But there is this assumption of control, you see.
Humans today assume they are to some degree
in control of their personalities. Whereas, through
introspection and plain observation, we can become
aware that we’re in no way conscious of many processes
that enable (that allow) our personality to subsist.
For example. The learning process or method. We
learn things, yes. We memorize things, yes. But these
so-call feats are generated effortlessly by our
own cognitive substratum. Let’s not get too complex.
I said up there, let’s get down to the facts.
The facts are, as far as one can be honest, there are
abilities or capabilities that enable us to do the things we do,
and we don’t know how we do them. Things such
as memory, imagination, learning, poetizing;
that are not in our direct conscious control. In fact, they
operate without our consent. In a way, we are the
outcome of these underground mechanisms that
dictate our perceptions, actions and philosophies.
So, we have this thing. Civilization.
Expressing itself and we’re its own audience and stage.
Just playing around, for a while it seems.
And it’s not really our doing. It arose from the interaction
of so many intertwined factors that it’s not computable. Oh
I can already hear the technologist of infinite progress
shrieking in dismay. But that’s my story folks. As they say
in these lands. Skål!