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This is an idea I had recently. It is a rewritting of the creation myth of humanity utilising my semi-invented, semi-stolen notion animal macrospirits in conflict as a metaphoric model to describe the theory.
Let me tell you a story.
Long ago, the world was ruled by two great animal totems. One the great and terrible god of the reptiles, the other the rhizomic pattern making god of the insects.
The reptile god ruled the land and sea. The insect god rule the underland and air. Each viewed the other as an inversion. Its evil opposite.
The wrathful reptile god grew jealous of the many achievements of the insect god. The insect mind could build, the insect mind could fly. The reptile god, at that time, could do neither. Its anger grew through its failure to fly, inability to build.
"If I cannot have these gifts, none shall!" bellowed the reptile god, and it raised its mighty claws and jaws against the insect god.
The reptile attacked with fury, lashing out with its full strength.
The insect god saw the futility of the action. It was not going to be destroyed by this frontal attack. It would just shed as many selves as it needed until the reptile tired.
But the reptile did not tire. Its frustration only grew. It was the insect that began to tire. The futility of the struggle would destroy them both.
So, deep within the calculating insect mind a plan was concocted. They would turn this to their advantage. A golden opportunity had appeared in the form of a diabolus. An opportunity to evolve.
They would let the reptile win. For the reptile could not win, a truth that would not dawn on the spirit until too late.
The reptile fought on, victory was in its sights. It arrived at the centre of the insect mind. It prepared for the final blow.
The blow is struck. Victory. Its mistake is then revealed. The insect mind cannot be crushed, for if even one bee survives the whole mind continues. This was a trap, to capture the reptile mind within the insect mind. One becomes the other. The insect will become the reptile, the reptile will become the insect.
The womb of the human mind.
Neither insect not reptile was destroyed by this conflict. For the war was only a dellusion of the reptile. All that the insect god imprisoned within itself was the reptiles seed consciousness.
The spirits had sex. And gave birth to a new spirit that matured through many forms until here I write these words. The child displays many of the traits of its parents, but it itself is unique and individual.
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So, do you think it works?  |
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