Tow Away Zone

Monotheism imagines many devils, myriad humans, multitudes of creatures for one God. I imagine a bell curve with similar numbers of devils at one end of the spectrum and similar numbers of gods at the other with zillions of ordinaries in between.

There is always a multitude of teachers ready to oppose a Galileo, just as there are many rabbis to sabotage a Jesus, and many more theological morons to back the rabbis. There are always many more priests than saints, more teachers than geniuses, more morons than teachers: though total morons, genuine basket cases will be as sparse as the true geniuses. Still: homeostasis prevails, if nature wanted humans to be smart, nature would have to smarted up the average human, not just the occasional Jesus, Bucky, pk ...

I've said all that a zillion times before, have been saying it since the 1960s at least. Today I want to add a different textured foundation stone to the structure. Half a century ago I saw a New Yorker cartoon that tickled me: cars were lined up behind a car being towed away to take the illegal double parking space as soon as the racketeering cops removed the incumbent illegal.

So, pk, what's your metaphor? What does that, gettable only by a New Yorker a mere few decades ago, have to do with homeostasis? Well, there isn't much that doesn't have to do with homeostasis, if only we would see it: the sighted can teach and teach and the blind still won't even know that teaching is being attempted: the blind have their own teachers to prevent learning!) The answer also answers why I place this post at pkKlep. We're thieves, we live on stolen land, thinking stolen ideas, believing stolen faiths.

My son says nothing can be done about it, decades after he's joined the mob in refusing to consider proposals that might have done something about it: his father's proposals, for example. So: here I am: a disciple of Ivan Illich. I wanted the schooled to give up their (perceived) privileges, so all might ascend to liberty. No, no: the schooled want their own perceived liberty, while the markets' victims continue as slaves. Put even more metaphorically, I want to give the land back to the Indians: then we might be able to begin to own land in justice, under law. Thieves making up laws, then remaking them, don't count. I wanted to take Jesus down off the cross, to end his suffering: then we might possibly find a path by which we could try to become Christian. I want to end coercive schooling, then we might find our own intelligence, our own path to learning, and survival.

But the thieves knock me down, put me on my own cross, shrieking their lies all the more hysterically: while the Third World waits in line to immigrate, to take their own place on the stolen land, repeating by rote the stolen lies, feverishly repeating false faiths: kleptocrats are so sincere in their false posturings.