While it remains true that the first casualty of war is the truth, and that all lovers of truth must therefore abominate war as the rape of truth, there is also a sense it which war is also an apocalyptic irruption of a new and majestic truth into the world, and the means by which a false and mendacious world is decisively and definitively swept away. War is a paradox.
The “Press” got its name from the application of pressure onto blank paper to leave an impression — the written word. Newsprint is like an artists’ canvas, in that respect; and a symbolic enactment of what is deemed the originary state of the mind as being “blank slate” or tabula rasa.
In broader terms, however, making impressions on paper is only the first step in the goal of attempting to apply pressure on consciousness — to impress something deemed “newsworthy” or even “sensational” upon the nerve-endings of the consumer of the press.
Recently, a study group of evolutionary biologists suggested something to the effect that “evolution was deselecting for human intelligence”, or undergoing evolutionary regression. I don’t recall where I saw it, now. I think it was in The Guardian.
But… here’s the proof.
Attempting a systematic approach to the matters of will and intent is proving to be tricky, providing ample opportunity for misconstrual and confusion. “Fools go where angels fear to tread” might apply especially in my case here. But I think it may be worth the risk of failing miserably. There is no real dividing line or boundary between intent and will, just as there is no real division or boundary between Self and Ego. And yet there is. It’s a paradox.
What I will attempt, though, is a kind of map of the terrain — a suggestive series of hints and clues by which one might “feel” one’s way into discerning between the issues of intent and will or volition.
I have been away on business over the past week. Despite that distraction, my thoughts remained absorbed with the issues raised over the last few posts on the meaning of fascism, and particularly as it manifested in the psychology and the rhetoric of Adolf Hitler — full of so much self-devouring and self-annihilating self-contradiction. In the evenings in my hotel room, I mused and mulled over it all, and all over it again.