Bored now, so time to live-tweet the entirety of Eric Voegelin's Order and History (1956-1985).

"God and man, world and society form a primordial community of being." (Bear in mind Voegelin's views on "God" are really quite complex... voegelinview.com/carrying-coals…)

"The perspective of participation [in the mystery of being] must be understood in the fullness of its disturbing quality."

"[...] man is not a self-contained spectator. He is an actor, playing a part in the drama of being and, through the brute fact of his existence, committed to play it without knowing what it is."

"Participation in being, however, is not a partial involvement of man; he is engaged with the whole of his existence, for participation is existence itself. There is no vantage point outside existence from which its meaning can be viewed [...]"

"The role of existence must be played in uncertainty of its meaning, as an adventure of decision on the edge of freedom and necessity."

"At the center of his existence man is unknown to himself and must remain so, for the part of being that calls itself man could be known fully only if the community of being and its drama in time were known as a whole."

Veni, Vidi, Rishi There's no uncrossing the Rubicon that was Brexit, but at last the UK has its new Caesar in Sunak. Will BoJo come to praise him or to bury him? by Maureen Dowd

(2/2) and parade of the wreckage of it through the streets when you are finished.

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@pat_fadely youtube.com/watch?v=qW12-y…

Renascent pop existentialism as disavowed justification for mass ecocide.

The Dream-God (1874) - One man's account of his intense & elaborate morphine visions: bit.ly/17TOGOF

Extreme Adaptability...Squid Recode Their Genetic Makeup on the Fly for Survival scienceworldreport.com/articles/22377…

"As a professor I am a member of the faculty [...]; because I work for a public institution, I am also in effect an officer of the state."

"[...] there's only one plot - things are not as they seem."

The skeletal remains of an emotion rattled softly in the abattoir of his mind, as if a gentle breeze passed through, otherwise indiscernable