************************************************************************ The following first appeared in the private email list IVy-subscribers, which is available to all those who subscribe to the printed magazine, International Viewpoints. ************************************************************************ The heart of darkness (Part 1) By Phil Spickler 20 Feb 99 Dear Whatever-you-are-being at this reading, The sun appeared briefly in these latitudes, and through a tiny niche in a rock, and for just a wee moment, a brilliant and focused beam of sunlight melted the tip of an icicle, causing a drop of water to fall a certain distance and strike directly on a spot in the center of my forehead, just above the eyebrows. This sends a signal to my astral pager, wherever I am located in this or some other universe, which sets up a vibratory frequency, letting me know that it's time to pick up my playing piece on Planet Earth and once again, with the help of large draughts of alfalfa juice and the loving sweet attention of my guard sheep, pick up the motor controls of the body and re-enter the game. It would seem as though someone, in my absence, using my name and call letters, has been flooding the Ivy-list with interesting and sometimes well-accepted drivel. Please accept my apologies for this outrage, and know for certain that what follows is the real thing, or the right stuff, if you will. SOME REFLECTIONS ON THE INTERNET Puck, one of the characters from Shakespeare's play _A Midsummer Night's Dream_, was once quoted as saying, "Lord, what fools these mortals be!" I've always liked that statement a lot, and additionally might add, "What fools these immortals be!" -- and why not? They, above all, can afford to be fools, and foolish. Wiser heads than mine have said that the fool or the jester is truly the symbol of wisdom. I shall not attempt to explain this, but point out that William Shakespeare, OT of letters, sometimes used jesters and fools to express thoughts of wisdom that coming from the mouth of anyone else would have seen them drawn and quartered, n'est-ce pas? I was recently asked by a jester, "What is the great similarity between users of the Internet and drivers of automobiles?" Being rather thick in the thetan, it took me a few nanoseconds to divine what this chap was getting at, but then it all came clear. I shall say a few words about this, at the risk of boring you, since I know the speediest among you have already got the message. But anyhow, I proceed. First off, let's take the automobile; then let's take an ordinary citizen, someone who's, generally speaking, a pretty nice person, possessed of a better-than-average degree of intelligence, someone who is generally polite and helpful and kind to children and stray pets. Now let's take this very selfsame chap and stick him into the driver's seat of an automobile, a mythical car which I will call a Zoomo-8. And put this chap into a fairly heavy traffic situation, and see if it in any way changes our initial view of him. Well, for those of you that remember the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, our former Mr. Sweetheart now looks like this: he's filled with rage, hatred and frustration. (He in this case is gender-neutral, and it could be a gal or a guy.) This driver is now certain, absolutely, of one thing -- that he is the best, most knowledgeable, the most correct driver of all other drivers on the road. His thoughts and feelings at times would well befit any normal psychopath, and his intentions and hopes for other drivers could be used as models for the best examples of that which is called evil or destructive purposes. This chap at times thinks nothing of being impolite, insulting, excessively competitive, extremely unmannerly, and most unforgiving, and his like is mirrored by countless other drivers who, when they're not surrounded by the steel shell of an automobile with a powerful engine, are actually pretty nice people. Similarly, as we now move to our analogy of those of us that inhabit the Internet, you can take a pretty nice chap who is polite and mannerly and helpful and of good character, but once this chap finds him or herself at the keyboard of a computer communicating with other souls at greater or lesser distances around the world, souls that seem more like disembodied spirits, people that one does not have to face in person, people with bodies and lifetimes, people with feelings, living breathing mortal/immortal folks, one is now shielded from the direct observation of effect created, and as I have often witnessed, may engage in unseemly disputes, heavy-handed invalidation and evaluation, open and unabashed expressions of evil and destructive intentions, lack of acknowledgment, appreciation and admiration -- in other words someone who, if you could graph that personality on the old APA would be down on the left and down on the right and high in the middle, or in the parlance of ExDn terminology, an overtly aggressive, out of valence, psycho. My dear readers, in the next installment of this bewitching piece, I shall attempt to further examine the effects of automobiles and the Internet on the likes of ones such as we to see if a better understanding of the good and the evil of these devices may be achieved. To be continued -- Phil --============_-1232148503==_ma============ Content-Type: text/html; charset="us-ascii" HeartOfDarkness1
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The following first appeared in the private email list IVy-subscribers,
which is available to all those who subscribe to the
printed magazine, International Viewpoints. 
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The heart of darkness (Part 1)
By Phil Spickler
20 Feb 99

Dear Whatever-you-are-being at this reading,        

The sun appeared briefly in these latitudes, and through a tiny niche in a rock, and for just a wee moment, a brilliant and focused beam of sunlight melted the tip of an icicle, causing a drop of water to fall a certain distance and strike directly on a spot in the center of my forehead, just above the eyebrows.  This sends a signal to my astral pager, wherever I am located in this or some other universe, which sets up a vibratory frequency, letting me know that it's time to pick up my playing piece on Planet Earth and once again, with the help of large draughts of alfalfa juice and the loving sweet attention of my guard sheep, pick up the motor controls of the body and re-enter the game.      

It would seem as though someone, in my absence, using my name and call letters, has been flooding the Ivy-list with interesting and sometimes well-accepted drivel.  Please accept my apologies for this outrage, and know for certain that what follows is the real thing, or the right stuff, if you will. 

SOME REFLECTIONS ON THE INTERNET        

Puck, one of the characters from Shakespeare's play _A Midsummer Night's Dream_, was once quoted as saying, "Lord, what fools these mortals be!"  I've always liked that statement a lot, and additionally might add, "What fools these immortals be!" -- and why not?  They, above all, can afford to be fools, and foolish.  Wiser heads than mine have said that the fool or the jester is truly the symbol of wisdom.  I shall not attempt to explain this, but point out that William Shakespeare, OT of letters, sometimes used jesters and fools to express thoughts of wisdom that coming from the mouth of anyone else would have seen them drawn and quartered, n'est-ce pas?        

I was recently asked by a jester, "What is the great similarity between users of the Internet and drivers of automobiles?"  Being rather thick in the thetan, it took me a few nanoseconds to divine what this chap was getting at, but then it all came clear.  I shall say a few words about this, at the risk of boring you, since I know the speediest among you have already got the message.  But anyhow, I proceed.        

First off, let's take the automobile; then let's take an ordinary citizen, someone who's, generally speaking, a pretty nice person, possessed of a better-than-average degree of intelligence, someone who is generally polite and helpful and kind to children and stray pets.  Now let's take this very selfsame chap and stick him into the driver's seat of an automobile, a mythical car which I will call a Zoomo-8.  And put this chap into a fairly heavy traffic situation, and see if it in any way changes our initial view of him.        

Well, for those of you that remember the story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, our former Mr. Sweetheart now looks like this: he's filled with rage, hatred and frustration.  (He in this case is gender-neutral, and it could be a gal or a guy.)  This driver is now certain, absolutely, of one thing -- that he is the best, most knowledgeable, the most correct driver of all other drivers on the road.  His thoughts and feelings at times would well befit any normal psychopath, and his intentions and hopes for other drivers could be used as models for the best examples of that which is called evil or destructive purposes.  This chap at times thinks nothing of being impolite, insulting, excessively competitive, extremely unmannerly, and most unforgiving, and his like is mirrored by countless other drivers who, when they're not surrounded by the steel shell of an automobile with a powerful engine, are actually pretty nice people.         

Similarly, as we now move to our analogy of those of us that inhabit the Internet, you can take a pretty nice chap who is polite and mannerly and helpful and of good character, but once this chap finds him or herself at the keyboard of a computer communicating with other souls at greater or lesser distances around the world, souls that seem more like disembodied spirits, people that one does not have to face in person, people with bodies and lifetimes, people with feelings, living breathing mortal/immortal folks, one is now shielded from the direct observation of effect created, and as I have often witnessed, may engage in unseemly disputes, heavy-handed invalidation and evaluation, open and unabashed expressions of evil and destructive intentions, lack of acknowledgment, appreciation and admiration -- in other words someone who, if you could graph that personality on the old APA would be down on the left and down on the right and high in the middle, or in the parlance of ExDn terminology, an overtly aggressive, out of valence, psycho.        

My dear readers, in the next installment of this bewitching piece, I shall attempt to further examine the effects of automobiles and the Internet on the likes of ones such as we to see if a better understanding of the good and the evil of these devices may be achieved.  To be continued -- Phil
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