by Mohamet Nazheemee
IN Morocco thirty years ago during Peace Corps training, a colleague of si‘ Smit’s, er, Smeeth’s heard the irresponsible rumors going around that I am a Sufi, with “magical” access to knowledge of the future. When I declined this young man’s importunities that I knew by the application of certain secret sciences could only be harmful to him, he resolved to take Heaven by storm.
Accordingly, he stole a portion of a certain herbal concoction I had prepared for another dervish and gobbled it all up, all the while smoking copious amounts of our Moroccan hashish and laving himself with quantities of Cigogne beer, imported for sale to foreign kaffirs and tourists.
After he was thrown into the Peace Corps detention-hospital on orders of the medical officer, Ms Baker, and his stomach pumped, with a gray face the next day he accused ME of trying to kill people!
“And anyway all’s I seen was a lot of BULLSHIT, man, about America is going to Hell and there ain’t no hope for democracy… just a lot of BULLSHIT!”
I replied that first of all the victim of a robber is not responsible for the psychological problems of the robber in trying to convince himself that what he has stolen is “really” his.
As to the part about America “going to Hell” all I could say is that to be sure, Jose, this is just so, like Kipling….
TIMES Change and all things pass away.
AMERICA, Like so many things in history, was a particular operation conducted to realize certain human potentials and bring forward new problems over time as well. America began on the basis of a certain account about “democracy” and “republics.” By definition this meant that internal contradictions would one day accumulate to a critical level.
And in fact this high signal-to-noise ratio which is a salient feature of all aging organisms is finally lethal in virtually every case.
The Sufis contend that this eventual wearing-out of everything is the essence of this abode of decay, this World on this particular level of physical organization. Others of course often prefer to say that history is an art rather than a coldblooded science. And this is so too — at certain times.
But now on the scientific side, today the art of history is much more akin to the calculation of valences and bonding strengths than to the announcement of forever-unlimited “progress.”
WHAT Bruised my young volunteer friend’s ego was that at an age when he couldn’t possibly have any real sense of his own death to begin with, he discovered as the result of misplaced stealing that — by definition — the future never is about…US.
[Emmett R Smith
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[16 November 2007]