Being and space, I think of Heidegger in a word pairing like that. Majority of people probably have no clue who Heidegger even is, and I don’t hold that against them. Really no reason to. I don’t know too much about him either. I have read a little of his work in pursuit of economically questionable English and Philosophy degrees. Degrees. So much to that word and philosophy, but we won’t stop there. Heidegger was a mid-20th century German philosopher, ignore questions of Nazism, wrote a book called Being and Time, where he analyzes what being means. Gets pretty tiresome when you read it from what I remember. Think he could have summed it up by saying something like, “Imagine you sit there, in front of a large window. You are free for the day, to do whatever it is you would like. But it’s raining, and the patter of the drops, make a music. A relaxing music, and in listening to it, you forget what you thought you had to do, even who you are. But you’re there listening to the rain, and that’s something in itself.”
Reality was flickering last night. Plugged in the antenna for the TV a couple weeks ago. It had been so long that everything just seems so weird. Like the commercials, the true crime shows, dramas, sitcoms, laugh tracks. The schizophrenic news, FBI busting pedophiles with the Geek Squad at Best Buy, and North Korea is launching ICBMs at Japan, and how about that weather Kevin?
Rainy. It’s been raining for days. I sit at the window, watching the rain, watching the hillside turn green under the grey. TV went on symbolic rampage, Masonic compass and square, triangle/upside-down triangle, symbolizing the ancient and first hermetic truth, as above, so below. It’s there on the owner’s hat, whose talking about a recent shooting outside his place. There’s a “g” in the middle of it, clear freemasonry, stands for god or geometry, or something. His bar is checkered patterned.
Turn the channel. There’s a movie, set in Roman times, generals and their armies are debating what punishment should be doled out to a somewhat androgynous looking girl, in aqua colored toga, symbol of Truth and Justice, Wisdom, Virgo, Isis. The head guy, in a Pontius Pilate type move, let’s the mob decide what should be done to her. He has the triangles on his cloak, a prominent one right at the neck of his garment. His lackey behind him has a black and white, checkered motif on his garment too.
Head guy’s wife wants her whipped and paraded naked through the city, just like she was. This is agreed to, but then a noble savage comes forward, note after she is whipped once fulfilling the punishment, stays the whip, and then swirls around the girl with his troops so the Queen lady can’t get to her.
It’s on several other things commercials, and whatever. So what? That’s what you’re saying. Triangles, shapes, what does it matter? Nothing, probably. It is weird though how that idea, as above, so below, is found in so many things. It’s symbolized by the Oak tree which is identifiable because it branches and leaves structure mirror a root system. How accessible geometry could be used to measure the planets and great distances, and then how cells and atoms were picked apart with the same suspicion, that it was all repeated, all fractal. It how’s the mind comprehends everything, through association and deduction, this is like this, so this will be like that, and it usually works, so hooray.
The days are the same. It’s all relative. That was the weird symbol too on the TV, a distraught Einstein selling cell phone service. Commercial and concept were half baked, couldn’t see the relevancy. Heard somewhere Einstein was a scallywag, highjacked his old Lady’s work and passed it off as his own, exploited a gender bias in academia. The world moves so fast it seems like we’re standing still. Doesn’t get much weirder than that?