Friday, June 25, 2021

Kafka

There were two youtubes immediately available on Kafka - one largely on his life and one with a potted look at his philosophy.  This is the latter.  The former was predictable - a brutal upbringing, a tragic end, posthumous fame.



The modern film which immediately suggests itself is Brazil, by Terry Gilliam, where the horror is the bureaucracy, which both controls and drives all people, including the oppressor and the oppressed. A world devoid of an intervening, benign God.  

Faced with a situation in the health system beyond cold and bizarre, a valid question is this -  is a person with faith in God stronger than one without?  I’d say both.  If we’re speaking specifically of the post-AD30 trinitarian God, then that still does not guarantee that the poor in spirit, the huddled masses, are either going to understand the complexity nor are going to be allowed to, given that there is an Enemy dedicated to the common man never discovering nor understanding remorse, redemption and/or atonement.

Especially in a Kafkaesque society subtly yet aggressively committed to never allowing Man and Woman to discover this, including those in high places within the organised, filthy rich Churches ensuring this - there is a global-wide system in place to cajole, mock, threaten and brutalise any who come close to embracing metaphysical reality, as against the insane, criminal unreality of a physical world we are then prisoners within. A world we look out at and observe through our lockdown, the bars of the invisible cell.

And the least real druids are the lifelong scholars of physical unreality, coated in a veneer of faux intellectualism which wows the late teen kids - it’s the gurus in the universities such as Eric Foner, also the Voltaires outside, who understand and yet skew, twist and turn away the young into more and more destructive philosophy, empty concepts of neither redemption nor atonement, nor fulfilment - just an endless search for meaning, meaning which is right there for the taking, should one wish it.

The soma of clever philosophising leads brainwashed generation after brainwashed generation to wallow in self-congratulatory, comfortable lies, rather than taking the strait path uphill, pricked by briars, mocked mercilessly, expelled from “intellectual” society for anti-intellectualism.  Give me a simple man, unadorned by bullsh, and I mean a real man, and I’ll show you a clear thinker, one who looks at a web of insane bullsh … and calls it bullsh.  

And when a woman, a real woman, can also see clearly through the mist of jargonised gobbledegook and permawar, then what you get is a woman who, say, will attempt something like an Irish Peace Train before being sidetracked and waylaid.  Thus she is raped and murdered by someone justifying it with the weasel words, “Sometimes it is necessary.”  Cycle of endless Ministry of Love violence.

The most dangerous person though is he or she who looks at the vicious absurdity of it all and thinks, “Not all escape is physical escape.”  Though physical escape is also sometimes necessary when hardpressed.  Were John Belushi and Dan Ackroyd actually on the right track after all?  In an absurd musical comedy?  These and other questions will be answered in the afterlife, if indeed there is one.

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