come into my parlour

Keep the Highway Code always look both ways and be kind to strangers. If I can give you one piece of advice it is to not foreclose. When I’m singing I’ve come to realise that my dislocated sometimes oblique antics are an attempt to Slow down the process of thinking I know what this is like. This is like this this is like this.This then is the thinking of the Empire of like. The analogous thoughts of instant foreclosing are symptoms of the language virus. The language virus has no need for the visceral reality of feeling temporal substance and so it strips it out. What a bad case of the language virus can do is introduce a surrogate kind of feeling as signifiers via the semiotics of clothing and making declarations of association and attachment. Charity is an obvious example of how this surrogate can broadcast a vestigial concept of feeling and  sustain the language virus. It still creates a window into feeling without letting the draft of it in. 

But the thing that will actually help instant empathy is the really real feeling of meaning inside the event. We are part of nature not in nature. Unless you really believe the universe was created and then humans were bussed in its blindingly obvious that we are part of nature. The problem with the mechanism of self reflection has been to place us outside nature. But reflection in itself is not enough to account for the success of the language virus in containing the idea of thought to sense calculus and convincing us feeling is a human response to nature rather than nature itself. It is the industrialised systems of thought that have placed us completely outside of nature. T S Eliot criticised William Blake’s lack of understanding of classical systems but Blake dared to imagine a system based on a cosmos with experience or feeling as it’s fundamental characteristic. The brain in a vat idea of cognition tries to account for feeling by the calculus of sense data. Isn’t it amazing how animals feel, those with the most basic understanding of synaptic function say, as if it’s an extra sensory appendage rather than the feeling an industrialised system of language virus distribution has stripped out.