I like the title to this thread; The Idolatry of the Mind.
This Idolatry is very bedrock of Western Civilization and by extension western Christianity. It is the presupposition of all discussion or debate. Western Civilization is the global repository of thinkology*. A bombardment of Mind Bombs of Arrogant Awareness; A self deceiving, objective, clinical dissection of the soul hammered on the anvil of pride then angrily thrust into a fiery forge raging against the haughtiness of the Unknowable. "UNKNOWABLE!!! How dare the Universe to hold fast to it's Secrets! All we need is more data! Then WE shall be, not as gods, but God!" .
"Satan laughing spreads his wings" War Pigs lyric by Black Sabbath "Aaaah! Run for your lives! Devil music!" Ozzy's early lyrics read like a remedial Dennis Wheatley dipped in Aleister Crowley's inkwell by a forced righty southpaw.
* Thinkology is my term for all philosophies from the ivory towers of Academia down to the drunk tank.
Conclusion: crush Mind, crush Western Civilization. Heavy, "And, now Mr Iain's Loonicidal Fun Time Show!"
"Simple enough, where are my boots?.....WHOA! That sucker is huge! Uh oh, it's rolling my way. Run!"
Our hero spots a fox hole, dives in head first and busts his head.
"Ouch! Good thing I hit my head, anywhere else might have caused real damage" says Hero as the fetid mass of Western Civilization rolls overhead leaving our hero unharmed.
"Wow, that was a close call, damn I wish I wernt so prone to poor decision-making , they ain't no way I'm gonna whup that thing alone, even with my invisibility cloak and super-power of gross stupidity"
Narrator: "as our hero ponders his next move, a word from our sponsor 'Rotto! Sugar Powder Sticks' ..........now back to our program; Mr Iain's Loonicidal Funtime Show!
" I got it, Tonto! uhhh... I don't have a sidekick. Dude, you're on soundstage 4, this is seven"
Tonto says "sorry man, four cocktail lunch...hic!".
Narrator; thinking he's off mike "what? Again...don't they know he's a lush..What! No..it's not racism because he's a native-American, ok...it's because he's Canadian!" sighs "I absolutely do not get paid enough for this"
2nd assistant cameraman "WC Stinkball sketch part two take two" CLAP!
"I got it! The awesome power of prayer!" cries our hero , pointing at the sky "Speed Prayer, we're runnin' outta time Western Civilization is heading straight for the village, the last remnant of non-westernized humanity!"
"Lord, have mercy on me a sinner, please, please, please let me take out one irredeemable muckety muck. "
SPLING! A rock appears in our hero's hand.
"Thanks Lord" he yells as he hurls the stone in suppurating stinkball made of WC
Plop. Out flops one slick prosperity preacher.
The End.
This Idolatry is very bedrock of Western Civilization and by extension western Christianity. It is the presupposition of all discussion or debate. Western Civilization is the global repository of thinkology*. A bombardment of Mind Bombs of Arrogant Awareness; A self deceiving, objective, clinical dissection of the soul hammered on the anvil of pride then angrily thrust into a fiery forge raging against the haughtiness of the Unknowable. "UNKNOWABLE!!! How dare the Universe to hold fast to it's Secrets! All we need is more data! Then WE shall be, not as gods, but God!" .
"Satan laughing spreads his wings" War Pigs lyric by Black Sabbath "Aaaah! Run for your lives! Devil music!" Ozzy's early lyrics read like a remedial Dennis Wheatley dipped in Aleister Crowley's inkwell by a forced righty southpaw.
* Thinkology is my term for all philosophies from the ivory towers of Academia down to the drunk tank.
Conclusion: crush Mind, crush Western Civilization. Heavy, "And, now Mr Iain's Loonicidal Fun Time Show!"
"Simple enough, where are my boots?.....WHOA! That sucker is huge! Uh oh, it's rolling my way. Run!"
Our hero spots a fox hole, dives in head first and busts his head.
"Ouch! Good thing I hit my head, anywhere else might have caused real damage" says Hero as the fetid mass of Western Civilization rolls overhead leaving our hero unharmed.
"Wow, that was a close call, damn I wish I wernt so prone to poor decision-making , they ain't no way I'm gonna whup that thing alone, even with my invisibility cloak and super-power of gross stupidity"
Narrator: "as our hero ponders his next move, a word from our sponsor 'Rotto! Sugar Powder Sticks' ..........now back to our program; Mr Iain's Loonicidal Funtime Show!
" I got it, Tonto! uhhh... I don't have a sidekick. Dude, you're on soundstage 4, this is seven"
Tonto says "sorry man, four cocktail lunch...hic!".
Narrator; thinking he's off mike "what? Again...don't they know he's a lush..What! No..it's not racism because he's a native-American, ok...it's because he's Canadian!" sighs "I absolutely do not get paid enough for this"
2nd assistant cameraman "WC Stinkball sketch part two take two" CLAP!
"I got it! The awesome power of prayer!" cries our hero , pointing at the sky "Speed Prayer, we're runnin' outta time Western Civilization is heading straight for the village, the last remnant of non-westernized humanity!"
"Lord, have mercy on me a sinner, please, please, please let me take out one irredeemable muckety muck. "
SPLING! A rock appears in our hero's hand.
"Thanks Lord" he yells as he hurls the stone in suppurating stinkball made of WC
Plop. Out flops one slick prosperity preacher.
The End.