I guess that's pretty appropriate!
(And egregores: not just horror! Could write another thread on friendly ones, little household gods, etc.)
Probably handy to start off with these posts about seeing the world as a charnel ground:
vividness.live/2012/08/22/cha…
vividness.live/2012/09/11/pur…
(Vinay Gupta talks about this in his recent conversations with Daniel Thorson, which is a Whole ‘Nother Thread)
qualiacomputing.com/2017/12/20/the…
I don’t always agree with his conclusions, and I find his work fascinating. There’s usually a chunk of math and physics leading up to the conclusion that I haven’t yet managed to grok.
(I may bungle this and would be glad of any help; words remain broken as usual)
1. Molochian patterns freak me the fuck out, man! I am frightened, I am horrified.
2. Molochian patterns could kill me, and could destroy human civilization as we know it.
3. I want to live and thrive, and I want the same for humanity.
Flinch away from misplaced blood and shit → get fewer infections → have more surviving babies.
I figure, treat it as a signal, as you would pain - "alert! this situation is not friendly to human survival"
We’re now in a situation where there is no “away.” Reflexive flinching is no longer enough.
If someone’s very numb, getting more connection with the gut reaction, and the meaning of it, and the choice of action, can help.
4A: Moloch is Evil and some other things are Good; Moloch is entirely contaminated and some other things are pure.
There’s dualism for you! And a whole bunch of stuff around attachment and aversion.
4B: Moloch is Evil and no other things are Good.
There’s nihilism for you:
meaningness.com/nihilism-anxie…
(Perhaps a bit of bending some assumption back and forth until it snaps?)
wur.nl/en/newsarticle…
You might feel horror, sadness, anger, resolve?
Is it still beautiful?
If baculoviruses did not liquefy caterpillars, human children would starve.
Cock et al. 2012 - PDF via Google Scholar, search doi 10.1079/PAVSNNR20127043 )
If dung beetles wrote poetry, they would compose odes to the sweet fragrance of life-giving shit.
"Shit, triumphant prize of victors! Shit, nourishing cradle for babies!
The ox anus, glorious fountain from which all good things flow!"
Without them, we’d be knee-deep in dung!
Important for nutrient cycling.
wired.com/2014/07/fantas…
Some of the key patterns that make you who you are, biologically, are made of ancient viruses. We wouldn’t be able to carry our babies in the womb, if it weren’t for viral DNA.
Just be aware that it's enacted by numberless cartoon spiders:
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I don’t think there’s a “right” or “wrong” way to feel about these, before or after you know more about them. Many layers of meaning and story. It’s patterned and nebulous.
organism.earth/library/docume…
(while also not wanting to get attached to reifying harmony / balance as a final thing)
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