The basic Hunger is the same everywhere: it wears different clothes depending on the time and place, the myths and legends, the rituals and beliefs that cover its body, but it is the same.
Mankind is telic: goal directed to a telos, or a goal. The goal exerts causality, making us hunger for it as it drives us on.
The Hunger is the thirst for divine knowledge.
In our day, we have stripped the vestments of divinity from it and clothed it with the Love of Power, the Love of Money, and the Love of Sex.
All of those things, power, money, and sex, are fine in their own place.
But to allow ourselves to be driven by them is to put on a heavy and burdensome yoke ourselves, and hand the drayman's whip to a brutish trio of oxen. We have entrusted our lives and well-being to mute and dead fictions.
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Thursday, June 23, 2011
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mute fictions...
Now that you mention it, I wonder if "mute" was the right word? Oh, well.
I guess it does not matter. I do know I have a great hunger...
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