Nick wrote: This is why the New Covenant was introduced. It brought the help of the spirit to deter the influences of the self serving negative emotions responsible for the power of sin. It requires accepting the help of the Spirit the power of sin struggles against. The New Covenant offers a potential but only a few are open to in reality. The power of sin is too strong
Harbal wrote: ↑Sun Aug 07, 2022 5:46 pmI don't understand what any of that means, Nick, and I'm sure I can't be the only one. As you go to the trouble of of posting quite a lot of similar material, it seems reasonable to assume that you actually want to communicate your ideas to others. If that is the case, is it not important to you that what you say is understood?
Maybe I'm wrong; perhaps most people do understand. If so, please disregard my comments.
What interests me in what you say here -- said with complete sincerity of course -- is pretty central to my general theory about the loss of connection with *our own traditions* even to the point of no longer being able to understand some of the most essential, the most influential and operative ideas, that have been central to the Occident.
The ideas that Nick expresses (and he has his own twist on them influenced by those he often cites) would have been understood by nearly everyone just a few years back. They would have understood what the New Covenant was in relation to the Old Covenant and they would have understood that 'the Spirit' represented a new order of possibilities understood to have entered the historical and human picture with the advent of Jesus Christ.
What I find interesting is what happens to a person, in a person and also to a people, when they are severed-away from the capability of thinking in metaphysical terms. When the terms of metaphysics are no longer
intelligible. Once the severing takes place it is then and from that point on that whole realms of understanding become incomprehensible. And once they are incomprehensible there is no longer any need to understand what all that was referred to as 'higher things' at one time actually means, or could mean.
So, there is a sort of New Man that is produced and who is an *outcome* of the processes of undermining a way of thinking, or the possibilities of thinking, that were once central and understood by all. That man is a 'horizontal' man, a man who lives solely on one plane of consciousness, for whom the 'vertical' dimension no longer exists.
And that man, then, when confronted with a reference to previous epistemological groundings, can only say: "I don't understand what any of that means". "And I'm sure I can't be the only one". Then he will state with complete sincerity that since he understands none of it, and since he is hearing it, that what it does mean must be carefully explained to him! "You seem so adamant in your desire to communicate. Cannot you make this intelligible to your reader?!?"
But the reader has been, let's say,
inculcated into terms and parameters of perception that no longer include any sort of reference to ideas and concepts that require allusion and the encounter with symbolism that is a vehicle for
meaning. And what was valued in that meaning is therefore impossible to value. So it is dismissed.
So the interesting thing is to think about what happens to a society, to a civilization, that becomes ungrounded, separated, unmoored from the sort of understanding that brought it (that civilization) into existence! It will sound like a cruel comment but this is what is meant by the advent of the Internal Barbarian. It is not now that the 'barbarian is at the gates' it is the barbarian that arises from
within the cultural matrix who has been given a certain determining power.
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes again. . .
Here is a seemingly prophetic allusion by Kafka in a story called
An Old Manuscript:
It looks if as there has been much neglect in the defense of our country. So far, we have not taken much care of it and have rather pursued our own work; but the recent events make us worried.
I own a shoemaker's workshop in the square in front of the imperial palace. As soon as I open my shop at dawn, I see all the streets occupied by men in arms. Yet, they are not our soldiers, but obviously nomads from the north. In some way that I do not comprehend, they have penetrated up to the capital, which is quite far from the border. Anyway, they are here; it seems that every morning they become more and more. According to their nature, they dwell in open air under the sky, for they abhor living in houses. They spend their time sharpening their swords, tapering the shaft of their arrows, exercising on the back of their horses. Of this square, quiet and always kept obsessively clean, they made a real stable.
We actually try, at times, to get out from our shops to remove at least the worst filth, yet that happens now less and less, as our effort is useless and puts us in the danger to be stumped by the wild horses or injured by the whips. Speaking with the nomads it is not possible. They do not know our language, and they barely have one of their own. Among themselves they communicate like jackdaws. Again and again one hears this cry of jackdaws.
Our lifestyle, our institutions, to them they are incomprehesible, as well as indifferent. Consequently, they show hostility also to any sign language: you can dislocate the jaw speaking, and dislocate your wrists gesticulating, but they do not understand you and they will never understand you. Often they make grimaces, they turn the white of their eyes, and foam swells out of their mouth, but by that it is not that they mean to say something or even frighten you; they do it because such is their nature. What they need, they take. One can not say they make use of violence: if they want something, everyone steps aside and lets everything go.
Also from my supplies they have taken away quite a bit. However, I cannot complain about it, when I look at the butcher right across for example. As soon as he brings his goods to the store, everything is snatched and devoured by the nomads. Even their horses eat meat; often a rider lies next to his horse and they both eat from the same piece of meat, each at one end. The butcher is scared and does not dare to interrupt his meat supplies. We understand the situation and collect money to support him. Were the nomads not getting meat, who knows what they would think of doing; yet, who knows what will occur to them anyways, even when they get meat every day.
Not long ago the butcher had a thought, that he could save himself the trouble of slaughtering, and brought in the morning a live ox. This must not happen again. I had to lie flat about an hour on the floor in the back of my workshop, and had to put all my clothes, blankets and cushions piled on me, so that I would not hear the roar of the ox, since the nomads were leaping from all sides, to tear away with their teeth pieces of its warm flesh. Silence had long settled before I dared to go out; as drinkers around a wine cask, they were laying, tired, around the remains of the ox.
Exactly at that time, I thought that I had seen the emperor in person in a window of the palace; otherwise he never comes out to these outer chambers, as he only lives in the innermost garden; but this time, so at least it seemed to me, at the window, his head bowed, he looked down at the hustle and bustle in front of his castle.
“What will it happen?” we all ask ourselves. “How long still will we have to bear this burden and torment? The imperial palace lured the nomads, but it does not know how to dispel them again. The gate remains closed; the guard, which before would always march in and out in a festive manner, stays behind barred windows. To us craftsmen and tradesmen is entrusted the salvation of the country; but we are not up to such a task; neither have we ever boasted being capable of it. It is a misunderstanding; and because of this we will perish.”
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Harbal writes: Do I? I obviously hear various things about God, but few make much sense to me. Other than when I get involved in discussions about God here, the thought of God hardly ever enters my head. I find it puzzling that the thought of God enters anybody's head, to be honest. One would have expected the human race to have got beyond that by now. Maybe that is what you are saying, in your round-about way. The concept of God is purely hypothetical to me, so whether it be a "personal" God, a communal God, many gods, Greek gods, Roman gods, or any other gods you care to mention, I treat all those imposters just the same.
Once the 'conceptual pathway no longer exists, the former reference (to God, to higher metaphysics, etc.) then is genuinely perceived as unintelligible. It cannot any longer even be understood. It is am idea void of content. At that point there is genuine puzzlement as to why anyone would even bother with such an absurd idea!
Nick writes: How can we discuss sin for example when some define it as a personal God being insulted and others like me know it is just the result of the fallen human condition preventing Man's conscious evolution?
Harbal responds
:I don't know what sin implies other than various degrees of naughtiness, and what the "fallen human condition" amounts to, I could not begin to guess. The term "conscious evolution" also leaves me scratching my head. The main problem seems to be that we have hardly any shared vocabulary.
And here the notion of 'sin', which requires an inner, moral platform of understanding, can only be understood as 'naughtiness'. The man is incapbale of grasping what, at one time, the fallen condition of man referred to. Thus the possibility of a comparative mental order shows itself to have become dissolved. Sin becomes a
meaningless idea.
Conscious evolution -- evolution of consciousness -- conscious awakening: all become similarly
incomprehensible.
O brave new world, that has such people in 't!”
Aldous Huxley developed the notion of the conscious engineering of a dumbded-down society in his (ironic) novel
Brave New World.