Disaster unveils the uplifting truth: basic human nature is prosocial and anarchic. My Memorial Day weekend was marked by a dumpster fire. A real one, not a metaphor. Given it’s a grilling holiday, we tried for thirty minutes or so to convince ourselves that the acrid burning smell wafting into our open windows was just someone’s barbeque. It didn’t smell at all […]
The project of shoehorning the natural world’s spectrums and networks into a taxonomy of discrete, referential language doesn’t tend to vibe with Liminal Trickster Mystics, So why do it?
Because there’s power in a name. A subculture that is aware it exists can proselytize.
And, maybe narcissistically, I feel strongly that the world would benefit from Liminal Trickster Mystics.
The infants and acid-heads I’ve encountered share some qualities in common. They are trusting, playfully curious and rapt by a felt sense of Thich Nhat Hanh’s “interbeing”. Hanging out in the filter bubbles I do, you get the sense there is a movement toward civilization adopting these values more generally.
Bo Burnham employs raw emotional intensity and cheeky irony in an attempt to “heal the world with comedy” in his Netflix special, Inside. For some on TikTok, it might have worked too well, but maybe that was inevitable.
Sometimes it’s worthwhile to climb out of the warren, up through the rabbit hole you’ve been drawn into, and find a Default Reality explanation for a revelation you’ve too credulously accepted. If you don’t, you’ll end up looking as silly as a gym rat who spends all their time on their chest, back and arms and gives off vibes of an upside-down triangle perched precariously on toothpicks.