Appetizer-excerpts.
Click on the link for the full essay.
Les faits ne pénètrent
pas dans le monde où vivent nos croyances; ils peuvent leur infliger les plus constants démentis sans les affaiblir.
http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-psychology-of-meteorology.html
Our hunch now is that the subnatural [i.e., quantum] inputs do
not “make sense” – that is, no moral sense, no sense beyond
themselves. It will all (within its own world) dutifully trot along in
the path laid out by the Schroedinger equation, while its inputs to our world
look to us like clowns piling out of an infinite Volkswagon: but it will not, pace philosophers from Protagoras to
Penrose, supply or even heighten our humanity, our morality, our free
will. Indeed, from our present vantage, the subnatural is somehow even more alien to the noösphere,
than is the shadow play of Newton, or the passion play of Darwin. He who would seek the key to our humanity there, seeks the stars in a mudpuddle.
Thus, in the speed-dating improv (as we shall call it, so as not
to dignify it with the title of “experiment”), it is unsurprising (especially
to a Freudian) that, placed into a normally masculine role and given license by
the experimental milieu, women might act out their fantasies, and the men might
play along: even outside of the
‘experimental’ situation, such techniques are sometimes used in flirting
(witness "Sadie Hawkins day").
But it is no more telling for Darwinian theory than is the Woody-Allen/Diane-Keaton
shtick in “Sleeper”, in which they respectively channel (with convincing
authenticity) respectively Blanche du Bois and Stanley Kowalski.
The converse of an acolyte is an intellectual ancestor. Here a historian, and admirer of Freud, notices an anomaly …
http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2013/02/chomsky-freud-and-problem-of-acolytes.html
http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2013/02/chomsky-freud-and-problem-of-acolytes.html
Now -- I wouldn’t wish to press this
suggestion too hard. At the very
least, one would have to concede, that if therapy this be, there were severe
problems with the counter-transference.
“So this -- this doctrine, or this
dogma, or this whatever you guys call it -- phrase it however you like, this
mystical Thing: do you -- do you believe it? You?
Honest Injun? For real?”
Murphy
frowned. “Look, Solly -- I
don’t want to squirrel out, here;
but it’s kind of the wrong question. -- No I mean, it’s a perfectly okay question, just on
a friendly level, like Do you think Amanda’s hot, and Whadaya think about the
chances for Brooklyn this year.
But nothing eternal depends upon your fluttering, or my flickering,
moods of belief or unbelief.
The world we think in, and the world we live in, are no longer the same.
So greatly are brains befuddled,
when confronting the politics of sex, that I almost despair of getting the
point across. So let us remove to an analogy. Tom shoots at
John, missing him. Or, Tom beats John to a pulp. Or, Tom announces
on national television that he intends to kill John. Then Tom is
charged with murder, because, though
his intended victim is still among the living, what Tom did was “just as
bad”. And if you imply otherwise, you are insulting the murder-victims
community.
The latest excrescence: The Princess sues the Pea.
“… Ernest Jones, the docile and
deferential My Dear Watson to the
Sherlock Holmes of the Unconscious … “
“Vergebens, dass ihr ringsum
wissenschaftlich schweift:
Ein jeder lernt nur, was er lernen
kann.”
… that faulty inference from
the plausible view of the cognitive
sovereignty of sense, to the
absurd conclusion that explanatory models of human conduct must be in terms of
elements similar to ‘sensation’ or ‘stimulus’. The inference is quite fallacious, though an entire movement
in psychology (Behaviourism) is based on the failure to see this.
So
komme ich mir vor: der Bube ohne Eigenschaften.
To reach the penetralia of the
psyche’s secrets, Freud first tried hypnosis, then developed instead his own
methods, involving free-association and dream-interpretation. Lorne, too, has his own patented
method of seeing through the mists of mind and fate: that of tragoidoscopy…
"Dieser rasche Rundgang durch
Schuchardt’s mehr als 50 Jähre umspannende Wirksamkeit zeigt, daß wir es tatsächlich
mit einer in sich geschlossenen, “runden” Lehre zu tun haben:
das Bild des Kreises scheint mir am ehesten geeignet, Schuchardt’s
Gedankenweben zu versinnbildlichen."
This struck me as implausible, and
likely influenced by the researcher/dreamer’s desire to prove his point. Had the correlations been random, he
would have had no famous paper to publish -- no tenure -- no job, no prospects,
hounded by beggars through the streets of the city: instead of marrying the department chair’s buxom daughter,
and having his way with the secretaries on the side.
“Einen Traum? Aber weshalb stören Sich mich, ein so erbärmlich kleinliches Ding, oder Unding vielmehr! Das ist alles ja doch nur sovieso Quatsch im Kopf -- vergessen Sie das lieber!”
“You seem to have mistaken these
lodgings for those of my esteemed colleague Herr Doktor Freud, who practices in
the next street over. He is an
alienist by training, whereas I am a detective. My practice
concerns the investigation of crime;
while his, by contrast, is the unearthing of the concealment of a crime.”
The prototypical example of an
indisputably extant entity is you.
You are physically coherent, you have purposes and plans, you are self-aware
from moment to moment; ontologically, it doesn’t get better than this.
And if you’re Donald Trump, you’re done: end of ontology. You slide
through life like a bubble down the duodenum, a blob of solipsism. http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2011/09/on-what-there-is_28.html
“My experience in porn has been
nothing but supportive, exciting, thrilling, and empowering,” Knox — she chose
the last name in a weird homage to Amanda Knox, the college student accused of
murdering her roommate in Italy — wrote on the Web … http://worldofdrjustice.blogspot.com/2013/05/feminarcissism.html
That a movement may be emasculated
by an embrace, was well known to the antiwar movement: we called it coöptation.
I personally was not
surprised: the secret of his
inversion was something he had been carrying about in his bosom for many years,
no doubt since the first fumblings at Eton, and as a physician I can report
that, though such a habitus may, in a well-regulated gentleman such as our
visitor, be imperceptible to a layman, yet the sufferer himself goes through
life as self-consciously as though covered richly in pimples.
Of desirelessness (technically: anhedonia), I almost dare not speak …
Whoever was raised upon Marx, or
Freud, or Chomsky, and who writes in their wake, is forever looking over his
shoulder. But occasionally
-- as indeed with those masters, who after all had, for a time, masters of
their own -- there is a clean break with the past, and no looking back.
Ontologically, perhaps, we are back
where we began, though psychologically it is quite otherwise: You
can fall in love with Juliet; you cannot fall in love with that x such that x julietizes and, for
all y, if y julietizes, then y = x.
For here the adolescing child is
poised upon the cusp between pre-literate bliss and orthographic
regimentation: the schoolbench contribution to that shaping, shaving,
repressive process that gives rise to Civilization, with all its Discontents.
She turns out to play a pivotal
role between the sanity of the wife and the madness of the husband,
until (as I shall argue) her own mite of a weight upon the psychical
balance-pan at last causes the bar to kick the beam, as a folie à deux becomes a folie à trois, by infection.
The meaning for us, of Freud as of
Holmes, is more a matter of a lingering taste,
that we savor, than of any substance remembered and assimilated in detail.
The enigma of a
woman’s heart,
finally espied
by a Private Eye,
for less than the
price of a Valentine …
This Rose
This killer is not a victim.
He may well be (literally) possessed by the Devil: but he invited the
Devil in.
Magistricide
! An arrow, fledged and fleshed --
Before we can come up with clever
schemes to measure something, and evaluate each test on how well it
accomplishes its goal, we need to know what we are measuring -- antecedently, independently of the tests
(which, at this stage, are themselves being tested.)
The attempts by such scoundrels as
Rick Perry or Donald Trump, to impeach the basic honesty of a significant
proportion of climate scientists, is -- putting it at a minimum -- implausible
simply on psychological grounds. The motivations for scientists
include recognition by their peers, the discovery of truth, the fun of solving
puzzles, not having to wear a necktie, etc. Very few get into the game
for hope of fame or fortune; and nobody goes into climatology
(meteorology, geology….) for such reasons.
I myself had quite a nice
childhood, with storytime and Pooh-bear and my very own coonskin
cap. But my idea of the Afterlife is purely that of doing
math, with the insight of angels.
The psychiatrist could blurt out
the literal origin of the patient’s neurosis ("You thought your mom was
hot!" or whatever), yet this bare statement, though given lip-service or
intellectual assent, by itself breaks no bonds. Neither is the neurosis
thereby cured, nor are the symptoms abolished (although, caught in the act as
it were, they may transmogrify).
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