DESTROYING MECHANICAL EVIL. THE MACHINE THAT IS NOTHING BUT A NIGHTMARE.

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Jazon Panther. Ph.D.

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EVIL IS MECHANICAL. THE MACHINE THAT IS NOTHING BUT A NIGHTMARE.


The poet D. H. Lawrence believed that evil is mechanical. It is the result of "the obscene ego / a grey void thing that goes without wandering / a machine that in itself is nothing". If this be true there must be a mechanical way of taking it down and destroying it. It is my opinion, for what it is worth, that there is an incredibly easy and quick way of taking out the present establishment — like the horse-shoe nail that was the cause of a lost kingdom. What we need to do is find that nail and pull it out. It was a child who pointed out that if a little air was let out of the tires the truck would go under the bridge. Let's put our wooden heads together and think of how we might obtain victory in the present situation. Then we can say, like the prophet Daniel: "I thank thee, and praise thee, O thou God of my fathers, Who hast given me wisdom and might, and hast made known unto me now what we desired of Thee: for Thou hast now made known unto us the king's matter."
Dn 2. 23. I am convinced that one small cog out of place can wreck this entire bullying machine.

Death is not Evil, Evil is Mechanical

Only the human being, absolved from kissing and strife
goes on and on and on, without wandering
fixed upon the hub of the ego
going, yet never wandering, fixed, yet in motion,
the kind of hell that is real, grey and awful
sinless and stainless going round and round
the kind of hell grey Dante never saw
but of which he had a bit inside him.
Know thyself, and that thou art mortal.
But know thyself, denying that thou art mortal:
a thing of kisses and strife
a lit-up shaft of rain
a calling column of blood
a rose tree bronzey with thorns

a mixture of yea and nay
a rainbow of love and hate
a wind that blows back and forth
a creature of beautiful peace, like a river
and a creature of conflict, like a cataract:
know thyself, in denial of all these things—
And thou shalt begin to spin round on the hub of the obscene ego
a grey void thing that goes without wandering
a machine that in itself is nothing
a centre of the evil world-soul.
D. H. Lawrence.
 
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