Cogito.    So what?

¶   You expect peace? You do not understand religion.

¶  The priests of Amen-Ra at Thebes in Egypt . . . regularly burnt a wax figure of the fiend Apep, who daily endeavored to prevent the sun from rising. This figure was in the form of a serpent of many folds, on which the name Apep was written or cut. A case made of papyrus inscribed with spells containing curses was prepared, and the wax figure having been placed inside it, both case and figure were cast into a fire made of a special kind of plant. Whilst they were burning the priest recited curses, and stamped upon them with his left foot until they were rendered shapeless and were finally destroyed. –Frazer-Gaster, New Golden Bough, 37-38.

One day a traveler, weary from a long and dangerous journey, appeared in the Pharaoh’s court at Thebes. Received with surprise and curiosity, he was given care to recover from his exertions. Scholars able to converse with him were found, and with time he was introduced to the grandeurs and observances of the court. Thus he fell into discussion with the sunrise priest.

“In my far-distant country,” said the guest, “we take no special precautions as to the laws ruling the heavens. I see now, indeed, that compared to your science and wisdom we are but an ignorant folk. Truly, this meticulous rite--it is necessary, is it, that the sun can rise every day?”

The priest nodded gravely. "It never fails,” he said.

¶   The neurologist Oliver Sacks reports (in An Anthropologist on Mars) the case of a youth who became ever more rebellious and dysconventional. He progressed through several street cults to residence in the temple of a sect whose aspirants revered him for his elliptic, semi-comatose converse as having attained what they enshrined as sainthood. In fact a massive tumor had crowded out much of his brain.

¶  In 1960 an American astronomer named Frank Drake became the first person to conduct a sensitive radio search for signals from extraterrestrial civilizations. . . . Jill Tarter, who has dedicated her career to SETI, says “the Drake equation is a wonderful way to organize our ignorance.” --Joel Achenbach, Life Beyond Earth, in Timothy Ferris, Best American Science Writing 2001, 26.

The Drake equation:

	N=R*fpneflfIfcL:   
 
    N - number of signals
    R* - number of stars in the universe
    fp - fraction of  stars with planets
    ne  - with habitable environment
    fl - fraction with life
    fi - fraction with intelligence
    fc - fraction communicating
    L - longevity of communicators

Okay. This universe does bring forth what we call intelligent life. Being it, we can't deny it. R* leaves us small chance of having this marvel all to ourselves. The trouble is in the L. We know now that when an organism thinks it has got control of its substrate, it winks out of existence in a cosmic instant. Doing it, we can't deny it. That last term is essentially zero. Hello out there, and farewell.

¶  Jane Brown, [a] London headmistress, . . . in 1993 forbade a school visit to a performance of Romeo and Juliet—on the grounds that the play was politically incorrect (“blatantly heterosexual” in her words). –Tony Judt, Postwar, 778-9.

¶  Drifiting away from the church as a career . . . did not necessarily call into question Darwin's faith in an original Creator. Darwin always insisted that he believed in some form of God throughout the Beagle voyage and for a period beyond. In his Autobiography he says that he was in the end very unwilling to give up the last shreds of "my belief" and that this act took place some years after his return. But it is also clear that his kind of belief, though orthodox, was a very loose, English-style orthodoxy in which it was far less trouble to believe than it was to disbelieve. Accepting the basic story of Christianity was much easier than grappling with doubt. For Darwin, as for countless others, belonging to the Church of England was as much a statement of social position and attitude as it was a profession of any particular doctrine--particularly so for the liberal, gentrified section of society to which Darwin belonged. He used to say he had been so orthodox on the voyage that he was laughed at by some of the officers for quoting the Bible as an unanswerable authority on a point of morality: "I suppose it was the novelty of the argument that amused them." Janet Browne, Charles Darwin: Voyaging, 325.

¶  [Darwin] wondered at what he called "the impossibility of conceiving this immense and wonderful universe, including man . . . as the result of blind chance or necessity. When thus reflecting I feel compelled to look to a First Cause having an intelligent mind in some degree analogous to that of man and I deserve to be called a Theist. But then arises the doubt, can the mind of man, which has, as I fully believe, been developed from a mind as low as that possessed by the lowest animal, be trusted when it draws such grand conclusions?" --Timothy Ferris, The whole Shebang, 202.

Very few animals live in patrilineal, male-bonded communities wherein females routinely reduce the risks of inbreeding by moving to neighboring groups to mate. And only two animal species are known to do so with a system of intense, male-initiated territorial agression, including lethal raiding into neighboring communities in search of vulnerable enemies to attack and kill. Out of four thousand mammals and ten million or more other animal species, this suite of behaviors is known only among chimpanzees and humans. –Richard Wrangham, Demonic Males, 24.



¶   An anthropologist once told me about two Eipo-Papuan village heads in New Guinea who were taking their first trip on a little airplane. They were not afraid to board the plane, but made a puzzling request: they wanted the side door to remain open. They were warned that it was cold up in the sky and that , since they wore nothing but their traditional penis sheaths, they would freeze. The men didn’t care. They wanted to bring along some heavy rocks, which, if the pilot would be so kind as to circle over the next village, they could shove through the open door and drop onto their enemies. – Frans de Waal, Our Inner Ape, 129-30.

¶  Once in my life, about 40 years ago, I published something in an American newspaper. For Adolf Wilbrandt’s 70th birthday, the German-language New-Yorker Staatszeitung printed an essay by me, his biographer. When I laid eyes on the sample copy, from that moment on, for all time, the very image of the American press stood before me in its entirety. . . . Down through the middle of my Wildbrandt article, splitting the lines zig-zag from top to bottom, was an ad for a laxative, beginning with the words “Man Has 30 Feet of Gut.” Viktor Klemperer, LTI (1997), 73.

¶  Phrenology and physiognomy, be it observed, disappoint you often amongst civilised people, the proper action of whose brain upon the features is impeded by the external pressure of education, accident, example, habit, and necessity. But they are tolerably safe guides when groping your way through the mind of man in his so-called natural state, a being of impulse, in that chrysalis condition of mental development which is rather instinct than reason. –Sir Richard Francis Burton, Pilgrimage, I, 17.-- external pressure of education--isn't that great? Burton knew continentfuls of peoples who proof themselves with doctrine against any education whatever.

The more I study religions the more I am convinced that man never worshipped anything but himself. Burton, "Terminal Essay" (1886) to A Plain and Literal Translation of the Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night (Burton Club private edition, set no. 630), V. 10, 212, note.

¶  In the eyes of [Casey Ruud, Hanford security foreman who had found the leaking waste tanks], and many others, the federal government had asked Rockwell to make plutonium without the funding necessary to meet every safety and environmental concern. Although it was official policy that Hanford comply with NQA-1 [Nuclear Quality Assurance Standard], the government didn't press the issue because compliance was practically impossible. And although an order invoking NQA-1 [which by law Ruud could give] would shut down Hanford, this wasn't just a matter for local concern. Ruud was messing with the geopolitics of the Reagan administration, which was using its nuclear buildup to pressure the Soviet Union into concessions at strategic arms reduction talks. If the production line at Hanford stopped, the entire nuclear arms complex would be affected. --Michael D'Antonio, Atomic Harvest, 156. Well, what would you have done? The resulting plume of radioactive groundwater will eventually reach the Columbia River. Send me your solution: stavenhagen at stavenhagen.net.

¶  In the 11th century, St. Peter Damian preaches a required period of twenty-five years fasting and penance for married couples over the age of twenty who have indulged in ‘deviant’ sexual positions. . . one late medieval theologian went so far as to say that God had sent the biblical Flood because he’d espied a couple doing sex with the woman on top. –Brittany Hughes, Helen of Troy, 145. What so upset God was the spectacle of his lordly male knocked flat by a bit of his own rib, now female, and worse, enjoying it.

¶   Andreas Vesalius published his revelations about human anatomy, On the Fabric of the Human Body in 1543—the same year as Copernicus's on the Revolutions of the Heavenly Spheres, and with just as much affront to Aristotle. . . . Vesalius . . . had also staged sensational popular demonstrations showing the male and female skeletons to contain the same number of ribs, thus defying the widespread belief, based on the Book of Genesis, that men came one rib short. –Dava Sobel, Galileo's Daughter, 173.

¶   My mother had a thoroughly pre-Vesalian grasp of anatomy. She assured me in all earnest that anyone could sex a skeleton by the rib count. It’s beyond my powers to imagine her on top of my father, or for that matter either of them involved in any sort of conjunction that could have caused me. Friends have shared my puzzlement at how their parents could have committed any such act. So where did you come from? Hey, I'd really like to know: stavenhagen at stavenhagen.net.

¶   [Alan] Hirsch [at the Smell & Taste Treatment and Research Foundation] discovered that the cosmetics industry may have musjudged women's tastes, because men's colognes have proved themselves to be a distinct turn-off when compared to the allure of a cucumber. –Carol Jahme, Beauty and the Beasts, 108.

¶  Comparing the overall ecological effects of hunting with those of photography is an important discussion. . . . In leading us to believe that one or the other of these pursuits may emerge victorious, however, the debate obscures a more fundamental dilemma: our inability to get intimately close to wild animals no matter what means we use. Most hunters and photographers take issue with this premise. The hunters say that they indisputably touch the beast, often eating it in an animistic version of Christian transubstantiation, wild flesh being transformed into knowledge of primal mystery. The photographers and viewers, on the other hand, claim immersion in an Eden--like state of nature before the invention of the gun, the bow, and the spear, when humans were still fruit eaters and animals were innocent of harm.–Ted Kerasote, Audubon, Sept.-Oct. 99, p.86. Mhm. So when you get a video of yourself machine-gunning a busload of women and kids, what's your proper posture on displaying your trophies? I tried to find a photo of a suitably awesome "trophy" animal, without a grinning, armed, costumed slayer presiding. No luck. The verbal root of the word means "put to rout," as does the religious communicant mystically repelling death by converting slain flesh to sustenance as food or at least a stuffed icon. We hunt to kill fear.

¶  . . . even though modern man had lost faith in magic and had placed his trust in so-called natural laws, fiction was capable of putting us in touch with something enduringly “primitive” about ourselves, because . . . “así vivimos también nosotros en la emoción.”--Edwin Williamson, Borges, 176. Must we now flee the realm of natural laws, if we require one that allows emoción?

Hotspur: And food for--
Prince:  For worms, brave Percy; fare thee well, great heart!
Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk!
When that this body did contain a spirit
A kingdom for it was too small a bound,
But now two paces of the vilest earth
Is room enough.    I Henry IV Act 5

¶   Barbecued Ribs: Hop in your truck and go scrounge up a big dead low-profile electric water heater and some stop-sign post. On your way home, pick up a couple oak logs and a slab or two of pork spare ribs. Soak em (the ribs, not the truck) in soy, molasses, lemon juice, fresh mushed ginger, chile ancho, a couple squits of Tabasco®, and some salt. (Hmm. Come to think of it, spliggle some on the wood too). Then fire up your welder and build a smokey cooker. Split the oak and set it burning good and hot. Put the ribs in it and shut it. When you turn them over now and then, sprazzle them with the leftover soaking juice. Okay, now sit back, drink beer, and tell lies for a couple hours with all the folks who are gonna turn up when they smell this happening. Then feast.
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