by Emmett R Smith
[With a tip of the wookean tile to you, Bodissey, Excellent Baron — ed]
The following link gives stunning visual testimony, indeed, that some proprietary classes on Earth most certainly are not bent double with guilty selfconsciousness, and its over-compensatory mayhems. We may be in free fall in the Old Atlantic West in a sort of debased pre-postmodernity, as some critics say while family housing-values plunge. But — this has been noted elsewhere — while “our” girls and women run naked nearly, grimy and sub-blissful in grubby fingered-over shopping mauls, and US/NATO nominal males of all genders now all preen and sweat at “manhood,” fingering their triggers to gun down swarthy overdressed foreigners in gritty Baghdad markets and the far dusty Afghan souks, for the islamic world odds are it is only now the beginning of their early modern period, their “renaissance” if you will.
Perhaps this is the more truly so especially if you — we — do not easily perceive it.
For after all, what can not be sensed amid our welter of nonstop gummy pleasures certainly cannot be willed, and least of all for exhaustion’s sake.
If so, if this be today our post-contemporary dejected historical condition truly, then it is indeed fortunate that we in America and, really, Europe no longer have a living decision in the affairs in the World, beyond senectitude’s few final choices to break some last things. But through Islamic culture, momentarily convulsed as it is today by a future-fruitful fundamentalist uproar so akin to our sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, nevertheless there may as well be on offer to the West also a longterm opportunity, and one to be had no other way, of categorical western renewal.
[Emmett R Smith all rights reserved 28 July 2008]