Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Forbidden fruit and the beacon: an exegetical primer to defining pre-historical paradise; or language as a de-evolution of sublime understanding

 A shining beacon will fail to be a beacon once too many crowd around it competing for its light. Such is the fate of a crowded planet much less a democratic nation promising prosperity and freedom.

Some will be blinded, some trampled; some will choose to live in darkness and others will never know the light existed. All will be exemplary proof that knowledge of where to find the forbidden fruit of self-awareness becomes a fallen tree, that all are then forever exiled from a numinous life in paradise.

With out having mined the Peer journal literature on this subject of biblical exegesis and paradise I’d like to suggest that the reference to the knowledge of good and evil is more in fact a reference to success and failure with the result being pleasure or pain (a correction derived somewhat from Plato’s Gorgias where Socrates reveals that “pleasure” is not of necessity, the “good” nor “pain” equivalent to the “bad” or evil ). 


The manna bearing tree then is reference to information embedded in an ambiguity, a forest where our early ancestors learn how to map one’s way utilizing a kind of loose topographical grid, enforcing a gradual step by step pattern memory of the way to sustenance, which ultimately is pleasure and therefore a specific logical type of success. 

Because an early language is surely lacking in an array of explicit descriptive language one would have difficulty today to see through to the intended meaning from their broadly cast view, and so I wonder whether might we not err by projecting back to them the gift of being able to harness the complexity of symbolism and thus wield an as yet to develop mode of communication?


—unless we are willing to believe that language easily progresses as a step down from numinous awareness into the symbolic domain, an entropic state of token images and referents increasingly complicated by the clutter of adverbiage and the great spectrum of qualities and the jagged surfaces of in-between unproductive collisions, mistaken likenesses and false fruit; in which case we must flip the hourglass as it were and accept that perhaps language is a de-evolution of our understanding of our synchronous place on this miraculous sphere that orbits about that which we should indeed worship, our sun!

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