In Truth or in Beastly Fashion

While in the neigh­bor­hood of this Juras­sic Park, I encoun­tered one of the largest dinosaurs to have escaped from the imag­i­na­tions of men, a species of Franken­stein­ian Behe­moth, more com­monly known as the air­craft car­rier Enter­prise. When I learned how many hun­dreds of thou­sands of pounds of human flesh this beast had con­sumed since its con­cep­tion, and saw, for myself, the stag­ger­ing amount of raw mate­ri­als it had absorbed, why I was absolutely astounded. Now I under­stood why so many, like our cabby and myself, were forced to lead lives of quiet des­per­a­tion, for we were, after all, the very lifeblood of these beasts, with­out whom they wouldn’t exist. I saw how those who believed in the effi­cacy of such beasts had got­ten stuck in the Juras­sic period of their devel­op­ment in much the same way the image of the orig­i­nal man had for mil­lions of years. And I real­ized just how dif­fi­cult was the task that con­fronted man, the mil­lions of years of evo­lu­tion he had to work through, within his own life­time, to give birth to this image of the orig­i­nal man. Yet I knew that man had to get through this dif­fi­cult period of his devel­op­ment if he wished to sur­vive the inevitable extinc­tion of this Juras­sic image of himself.

The sooner we real­ize that T. Rex is dead ‘n’ gone for­ever, the bet­ter off we’ll be. If we are to sur­vive as a species, we must over­come the temp­ta­tion to gob­ble up every­thing that stands in the way of our gain­ing com­plete ego con­trol of our destiny—behavior which is so destruc­tive, it causes the mind to lose con­trol of the body, the right hand, con­trol of the left, like a schiz­o­phrenic whose abil­ity to rea­son has been lost to instinct. Stripped of all that is human, the left strikes back, in the only way pos­si­ble when rea­son gives way to ter­ror, with the feroc­ity of a cor­nered ani­mal. Nat­u­rally, the right sees such actions as bar­baric, and right­fully so, for what remains uncon­scious is bound to act like a beast if the human aspect of the behav­ior is denied expres­sion on the phys­i­cal plane. The more the right represses the left, the more bar­baric become the actions of the left. In the deadly game of tit for tat that invari­ably fol­lows, nei­ther side ever comes to the real­iza­tion that it is Wis­dom the two must obey, one way or the other, in truth or in beastly fash­ion. Either we embrace the truth that tran­scends our dif­fer­ences or we con­demn our­selves to liv­ing out a hell­ish exis­tence in which we prey upon each other, like dinosaurs, until nigh a one of us is left.