Thursday, January 24, 2013
In the misfortunes of our best friends we always find something not altogether displeasing to us.
Conspiracies abound. The Intercity Cycleway, just south of the Tasman Bridge. December 2012.
Theme Thursday today has me musing on the tendency for people to look for the RHYTHM of things. The currents that explain life. They find cadences, intervals and melodies in way that things work (or don't work).
Ultimately, in this disordered world I'm never ceased to be surprised by the ceaseless desire that many have for find order, explanations or RHYTHM to the flows of history and events. To be sure, it's usually some combination of a profound lack of intelligence or a missing reflective capacity to understand or interpret things. Or indeed it can be the (more dangerous, to my mind) product of both misguided and excessive educations.
It's the only explanation that I have for the common feature of conspiracy theories, shadowy explanations or totalising, panoptic ideological theories behind the (quite simple really) messed up and confused nature of reality.
Basically, my philosophy is that you're ever faced with a conspiracy and a fuck up, back the fuck up every time. People by and large find organising a birthday party or wedding too difficult, and governments rarely manage to pull off the most simple policy without a whole host of mistakes. Why would anyone have any confidence that we could master an entire shadow world of intriguing RHYTHM and melody without somebody messing up?