The Nature of God’s nature: Coping Mechanisms and Cosmic Duct Tape
Work Floods and ADHD Blues
Pills (PlasticPills Podcast) delivered another great podcast yesterday. My ADHD sprang into action and I filled the comment section with the most incoherent rant I thought I was capable of. This mistake was corrected at 3 am, minutes after it was realized as I woke up to drink some water. Oh water! thee love and thee hate!
I had reserved this day- to chill and clear my mind before I head out to LA. I do not yet trust myself not to write for a day, so I wrote some. Pills was kind to post a link to Carl Schimtt’s ‘The concept of Political’ on his Patreon page. I wanted to read it after coming back from LA but gave it a quick glance anyway, successfully resisting to register anything. My itch to write returned around noon and I took a few notes, taking into account Schmitt’s proposed version of “Will- to make a distinction’’ (of course my interpretation). Then I felt wet under my feet. Familiar sight, yet worst timing. I was supposed to chill, but I did some writing and the great flood came back (It had destroyed my basement two months ago and left me hanging by a hair). While Schmitt had only tickled my balls, mother nature had her left hand right up my ass once again, as with her right hand, she often does good stuff. I got off my chair and took a quick look at the gushing broken pipe. Said, “I know this shit” and walked out of the door to smoke. Then I called my friends for a back-up, and dropped the power switch, but only after finishing a paragraph.
Things are a lot better now, but I got Carl Schmitt quite wet for my taste. With that taken into account, here’s a quick-read.
God, Religion and bunch of random stuff
I wonder if Descartes’s God as a guarantor of truth to fix man’s diplopia, can ever have a plural form. Man-a ‘thinking thing’ (res cogitans) imagines a self, yet experiences an external (res extensa). One soul for- one man or to each his own. Descartes finds this leak and goes on to put a duct tape on it. While his personal god fixes his problems in Spinozian terms (a do nothing god) and retrieves into his apathy. A universal god (monotheism) seems to be an offspring of a sovereign, than God of a man of faith. Hinduism has 33 million bureaucratic deities in a much decentralized system (manifestation of one), then a centralized God, perhaps in the image of the same loner, (yet his deities’ God, apathetic to man) re-imagined and put on top the hierarchy. Would a man imagine a religion if not having to deal with ‘the other’, and other troubles? God is a flimsy glue of the world. God is a coping mechanism and I need as many as my troubles. I need one who fixes a flooded basement right away, may I be nothing but his vessel.
The Common Good in Language and Divinity
‘Common good’ both in religion and in politics inherits the problem of language- as the Cartesian crack still runs through it. Such ‘good’, which is also shared, is a Kantian ambition, yet a deferred attempt to rid of the Différance. The more such God is decentralized ( thus becoming a lesser God), better it seems to serve its people. An all-powerful universal God cannot fix Descartes’s pneumonia; neither can he fix my basement drain- two lowly things of many.
Friend and Foe in Times of Flooding
Carl Schmitt proposes the idea of distinguishing between a friend and a foe, as most religions do. In his eagerness to respond in a intuitive way, he asks to embrace the distinction. I do not find anything radically new in such distinction and its probable outcome- decentralization to an optimum degree. 33 million deities and a solid duct tape ‘on-top’ of it-a solution which works briefly, yet many tents of unified ‘distinguishables’ disintegrate into more distinctions like an infinite-fractal. Faith erodes quickly when it is universalized, and all new Gods follow the fate of tenants of such an idea. One God is useless, and many gods are as incompetent as man himself. A decentralized system merely mirrors man’s incompetence to deal with elements, than transcend it. I find it more intuitive to call a plumber, had I enough means. Or fuck this, it’s just bunch of water.
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