I was debating whether or not to even post this thread here on ATS. The reason being how many people respond to this type of work… particularly by
demagogic the issue, insulting the OP, and generally acting in a way that is uncharacteristic of civilized people. If you want to disagree, no one is
stopping you from doing so. But should your post be intentionally rude, insulting, or repetitive of the same typical lines used by thousands of other
internet trolls then I will skip right past your post. If you hate religion, believe it all fairytales, or want to talk about a ‘flying spaghetti
monster’ please just leave.
**Also, for the Moderators this is not a 'copy and paste' of someone else's work. It is from my own blog. If you desire proof just send me a
After reading a wonderful piece at the Orthosphere by a regular commenter titled
"“My Blushes, Watson!”: Of Blood,
Blushing, Whistling, & Holding Hands
" it led me to ponder one of the core problems of Modernity. We all basically know its fundamental flaws
such as moral relativism, positivism, atomization, soulless mechanization, ethical depravity, and so on. But what of a rather overlooked problem by
many, even on the Orthosophere Right-wing.
I of course speak of imagination. It is this beautiful way of thinking, of contemplating, which is reserved solely to human beings. I for one believe
it to be intertwined with our souls. Nevertheless, my point is that imagination is definitely not being nurtured in our modern era. One of the major
factors behind its decline is mechanization of society. We are taught to think in a way which is more fixed with materialism; depriving us of God's
gift to think illogically, unreasonably and thus passionately.
Take for example a concept being explained in the post linked above. It explains that the heart used to be so organically observed as deeply
metaphorical. Today we are inclined to see it as basically mechanical. The heart pumps blood and so on. Whereas the pre-modern could explain the heart
as the kindness, love, gentleness (or lack thereof) in a person, today we would immediately explain it as a vital organ in the body. Thus society has
stripped it of the immaterial meaning, its metaphorical basis which linked it to our soul and the divine. Lions have hearts, as do monkeys, zebras,
bears, and so on... This is yet another leveling of man down to that of mere animals, which Modernists do so well.
Imagination imprints all animate and inanimate things with metaphors, or the ability to become metaphorical or personified. A tree can dance,
mountains can sing, the moon can smile, a human tongue can be like a snake, a heart the source of a person's love, and the eyes gateway to our
spirit. All of this requires true imagination. We do not simply assign to things any metaphor or personification, it is not a mere projection onto
other things. It is the interconnectedness of God's creation which gives to us forms twofold; their physical and their essence which precedes their
existence. Logic and reason can explain to us the natural world, which is a good thing to know. But even more important is to truly know the world
through eyes originally intended for us. In so doing we can see that tree dancing because the essence of the tree conveys dance, a mountain sings
because the essence of the mountain conveys song; this is God's intent for us to see if only we open our eyes.
The ability to observe the world in this light can be summed up as imagination, or perhaps there is a better word for it. Regardless my point is not
obscure. All our ancestors truly lived in harmony with the world, although it was still a step down from Adam and Eve's view. An obsession with
statistics and the material has shattered this side of man which has alienated us from the world. It had first made us strangers to our own land then
as strangers to each other. Many fled into romanticizing about nature; they did so not because there existed in them a harmony with nature but rather
a recognized break from, but an inability to reconnect with, nature. Once we had fallen from our connection to that which surrounds and thus connects
us to each other, we became strangers to each other. For a group of people not to be strangers it requires a basic ground upon which mutual
understanding is reached; shared language is necessary but so too is our shared perception of the world around us and thus what created and governs
the world around us.
Great fiction requires imagination, so it should come as no surprise the fiction of our modern age is dull and lacking in passion. The entire essence
of pre-modern works was overwhelming with metaphors and personifications, many even worked within a non-literal (figurative) format. These works truly
captured the world around us. They did not even contemplate a thought of whistling a tune being 'nothing but air rushing through one's lips'. In
whistling they heard a humble tune expressed by a happy gentleman/lady; there was no need to reduce it any further, nor could they imagine doing so
without shedding a tear. In all things existed something deeper than what may be examined on an operating table or a science lab. Perhaps to them this
is just fancy delusion for an inability to cope with the 'real world'; they are wrong though, their 'real world' is seriously lacking. They have
stripped it of soul, of God, whereby it is now nothing more than infinite randomness where no thought, action, or being means anything more than what
is projected onto it or assigned to itself (in the case of humans). Even then the projection and assignment are thoughts of uselessness thrown down
the swirling toilet of the cosmos.
Only in God may we find imagination. Only in God may we find order in the world, an understanding of our relation to it, and the meaning of all that
exists around us. Take God from the equation and all falls to randomness, where all things are constructs or projections. Any remaining bit of
identity left to animate/inanimate things in this world are hollowed out versions of a time passed where man felt his interconnectedness with all of
God's creation. It is now an abandoned building waiting to be randomly demolished by the Modernists in pursuit of leveling the world. Until all
things are lying equally ugly, decayed, and colorless upon the ground in melancholic misery. At that point may we hoist up the red flag and declare
ourselves liberated from God, from 'tyranny', and from 'social constructs'. Only then may we be truly an animal unworthy of even the slightest
mercy from the creator.
"This is the great fall, the fall by which the fish forgets the sea, the ox forgets the meadow, the clerk forgets the city, every man forgets his
environment and, in the fullest and most literal sense, forgets himself. This is the real fall of Adam, and it is a spiritual fall. It is a strange
thing that many truly spiritual men, such as General Gordon, have actually spent some hours in speculating upon the precise location of the Garden of
Eden. Most probably we are in Eden still. It is only our eyes that have changed." - G. K. Chesterton, 'The Defendant' (1901)