Black-Box Teleology

J. Lucas #aesthetarchon


§. In our most triumphant moment of digital ubiquity, we will become all-the-more absent (in the logocentric sense) to the technics that organize us. E.g., the model-T taught us to live and depend on complex material supports (“horsepower” may have provided more assistance to the early owner of a motorcar than we often take the time to consider). From microwaves to databases–an alienation-effect, more abysmal than the worst Marxist dystopian-nightmare– has inevitably arrived; this is no ‘loss of self-reflection in the production of a laboring class.’ No. This is a fallen epistemology–an actual ‘agnosis’ complicit in our mad-bionic-ubiquitous-dialectic. Knowledge of the things that organize us, e.g., all the assemblages and micro-materialities inside this metal skeleton incase the heart of our civilization, yet, who among us understands the specific correlates–the ultimate path to emergent LCD-representation? Computers have eclipsed anything beyond what Heidegger called “idle talk.” Perhaps our know-that, Aristotilian, rational mind is floundering for an unconscious purpose? If so, have we not been pursuing this transition since the dawn of our kind to evolve beyond our present (sous rature) horizon? A trajectory of gnosis-shedding, we might consider, surely haunts our future. Following this erasure-epistemology, knowledge, as an autonomous object, e.g., along with those devotees that claim it to be their most cherished love (i.e., philosophia)–becomes another casualty of bio-obsolescence. Is knowledge, or merely ‘ knowing,’ for its own sake, not becoming mere kitsch! The intellectuals are dying out;  a relic-breed of lost time (men and woman of astounding caliber, and yet, no marketable trade-set); those of us that follow in their path feel the scorched earth begin to warm our feet…

§. The black-box effect, where peda(-o)ntic knowledge is so pervasive shallow amidst the surface that its depths remain perpetually aloof. Who could have foreseen: this was the beginning of something beyond rational/irrational, knowledge/ignorance–beyond dichotomy and all Hegelianisms.  

§. Upon exiting the human park, we will shed the ideology of presence (our logocentric past) –perhaps withdraw like the black-box plane of objects organizing our activities in complicity with time. When this train arrives, no voice will be left to author even the slightest pretense of who we were, what we felt–what our dreams were made of; no orator to lament of the intimacy-of-the-screen-bionics that began long before Goethe, the Guttenberg Revolution and its printer’s devils… as though born back prior to parchments and clay; further than codex and Sumerian tablets… Our intimacy-of-the-screen-bionicism was set  in motion before the first wet block dried in the first hot kilm. What is this place? Eldorado, Atlantis, Lumeria? Whatever it is–the transcendental signified-signified itself, alas!–it will be the philosopher’s authentic center, arché, origin. To our bewilderment libidinal economies organized us to surge toward this monolith. What Freud called ‘desire’ is incomplete, i.e., ‘bibliophilic,’ not Oedipal; Derridean Archive Fever was a foreshadow; we longed for our enigmatic, grotesque, and often masked -prehistory, somewhere before writing–yet, metaphysics still has yet to answer: whether this futurity-train might not dock at the same platform… We weren’t searching for god. Yet, something (sous rature) had lit the fuse, illuminated our path via the square-      

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-parody,  and as we wind into the station… will there be… any-t-h-i-n-g …there to greet us? No matter, like Nietzsche’s stoic cows, merry and forgetful, there will be no temporal consciousness, knowledge, or self-presence. Our end is an end of narrative. Our end is where the book ends.   

– J. Lucas                                                       


The Matrix and the Individualist-Politically-Correct Machine

Alvin Mayorga

There is no mind-body problem. There is no such thing as a brain in a vat. There is no solipsism. No Platonism. No such thing as an autonomous-transcendental “mind” that, a priori, distinctly supplies the final narrative of some-things it calls “objects” and their role in a larger story, i.e., “reality,” which it reads as a reflected image emanating from its “outside.” We do not live in an illusory realm. Metaphysics is a joke. Epistemology is laughable. Cartesian doubt is an outdated bore. It is time we discard this nonsense for good!

Thinking about the film “The Matrix” can be very exciting, fascinating, and illuminating if one does not contaminate it with the mind-body problem or with Cartesian dualism, which unfortunately, is precisely what is done by many philosophers since the film was released. 

The Matrix is not about the mind-body problem, it is rather about the realization that there is in fact a reality that is certain, but one which is being covered up by something or someone. Morpheus himself tells us: “the Matrix is the world that has been pulled over your eyes to blind you from the truth”. This truthof which he speaks is precisely how the World is; it is common sense reality, it is common sense certainty, and it is the social norm which permeates our existence.

The Matrix covers up this reality, this common-sensecertainty, and provides its alternative vision of the world which it passes for “truth”. Yet, this “vision” or “illusion” is merely a blindfold that is only possible precisely because there is in fact a real World in the first place; a real World that is somehow now a threat to it. The Matrix represents control and misinformation. 

Today, I see a Matrix. I see the manipulation and control of the politically-correct machine. I see the exacerbated, sick—anti-norm and anti-common sense—individualism that is a threat to our very existence as the beings that we are: the individualist-politically-correct liberal machine is busy at work! And it never rests. Its “blindfold” is trying to cover up reality; trying to cover up who and how we are.

Being is forsaken. We are meant to see the norm which permeates our Being as a threat. The World is overlooked and obscured. The World: social and biological construction, the norm that structures our Being and which shapes our identity, and the socially meaningful organized referential-whole on the basis of which entities like us make our existence intelligible. The common-sense notion of the World and the importance of the social norm are being covered up.

The individualist-politically-correct machine attempts to make us resent the absurdity of existence and the paradoxically harsh, yet beautiful, reality of our everyday lives. The possibility of authenticity and the aesthetic expression by which we can create our individual essences is blocked from view. Instead, now we have a ridiculous individualist spectacle that somehowhas been presented as being more important than the vital influence of the social norm and more important than our biological construction that together shape our behavior and society itself. The individualist-politically-correct machine tells us: “you can do whatever the f*** you want, you can be whatever the f*** you want… challenge your oppressors!”

It does this while it itself is the very embodiment of control, oppression, misinformation, and ultimately…destruction, i.e. the destruction of Being! 

Nonetheless, the resistance is here! Ready to overcome Cartesian dualism. Ready to fight the individualist-politically-correct machine. Ready to uphold Being and the art of existing as the beings which we are. Ready to defend reality!

We are not minds, we are not subjects, and we do not have a multiple self. Primarily, we are, and subsequently, we think! Cartesianism is flawed! Ontological pluralism is fundamentally wrong! We have a unified self which is unfolding through time: the past is our historical development, our present the undertaking of history, and the future what we cannot help but mutually create. We do not first start as individual subjects set apart from society as if society were somehow alien and a threat to us, but rather, we are society! The individualist-politically-correct machine wants to make us all feel like oppressed victims—but guess what?! We are all both victims and victimizers. We are all the oppressed and the oppressors! We are the norm. We are society. We are reality. Common sense beckons us…and we ought to heed the call.

March 2019

No Plexiglass in Our Future: “Bladerunner 2049” and Macrophilia in Advertising

“The last flickering light of the city of angels…inorganic prostitution.”

J. Lucas II. a.k.a. Aesthetarchon

Theory Fiction—INTERFERENCE— 2036.
Los Angeles has become a thick industrial fog; a blackness that forever lingers on like a human stain too vast and toxic to lose its own trace; this haunting devolves into the silence of history with each passing moment on our way to the shadowy-phosphorescent tomorrow. Those periwinkle clouds–opaque projections of post-human-AI-working-girls: their blue-bell mascara, teal locks, and magenta plether legs–strike through a placid mist. The last flickering light of the city of angels…inorganic prostitution. Ad-men have developed a neo-Freudian tact to their entire creative production line; behind the topless interactive holograms, and mini-subway television screens that loop the same twenty-four, or -five, fifteen-second spots, a palpably keen operandi is underway: meeting in private; mapping the topographic scales and gradients; assessing contingency plans; calculating financial loss in the same equation as human loss, i.e., straight from the hot-line in the BIG-B O A R D-War-Room, where Peter Sellars frantically argues all night for the specific marketing-means necessary for this upcoming season; this is a preemptive strike on bio-agency. Luckily, the late-night-think-tank-team rarely gets on to the other side of the “fluoridation”debate and the topic of “preserving the purity of our precious bodily fluids.” —I mean, let’s be really (capital-r) R e a l for a moment: what possible value could be placed on our so-called “human agency”? Straight to my point, without so much as a quip, no one has quite captured the answer as clearly and distinctly as one post-modernist director, David Cronenberg:

“L O N G


T H E N E W F L E S H !” 

But, look, mishap aside, employing this psycho-social rubric involves surfacing what is most influentially basic in the recessess of archaic fathoms that silently steer human decision and action; our unconscious familial psyche, according to recent studies, exhausts its energy by sublimating Freudian-type fantasies. If corporations and ad-men access the base-instincts, and, harness its  bottomless power, then commercial-consumer “desire” can be instilled with one-hundred percent invariable affectivity. Such a feat would render advertisement-schemes immune to the passive attitude of indifference: no sleepers on the subway; no disinterested tricks, etc. The target audience, today, among those who have yet to evacuate Earth, is nearly 96% male. Here’s why: primordially repressed male instincts revolve around the Mother. This is old news. However, off-Earth scientists argue that it is some über-Oedipalism that accounts for whence all transcendentalism (theism) took root in our species (Oedipal Religiosity Theory (OR Theory)), e.g., recall the anthropomorphic deities, e.g., the humanoid-characters of Greek and Egyptian polytheism: Osiris, Ra, Prometheus, Athena and so on. The emergence of religion, once believed to be the result of prehistoric agricultural development and the inexplicable nature of non-static weather conditions, —was in actuality, an unconscious, self-deluding ploy aimed at—‘fucking our Mothers’ (now even harder!)—and in the worst way possible: not “fucking,”  but “getting fucked,” “eaten alive,” “stepped on,” “destroyed,” in one great masochistically divine Oedipal-annihi-jaculation!!!!! 

“God” = “Mommy-coitus”

The off-Earth argument begins at childhood (cf., Freud, of course). “Nurturing”—e.g., the suckling “child” is no more than a cradled individual (a singularity of affection); survival requires a necessary “benevolence”  and an insatiable dependence, where for the first time, “omnipotence” is counted on like clockwork. Subsequent to individualism, collective involvement (i.e., entering the social world) will open the feminine connotation of the planet, i.e., Mother Earth. The child takes her with him into adulthood. “Family” is the (a.) Child + (b.) Love[Mother]+(c.) Law[Father].  The triad = Father-Mother-Child. The latter answers to one binary, i.e., the Mommy-Daddy, which promises domesticity, sustenance, and warmth; in contradistinction to the worldly Mother, Father is Law (even the unholiest Fathers bask in this phallocentrism), whose criterion is beyond recourse, Mother, and Earth

What was left of Madison Avenue and the big-shot firms that once owned Los Angeles—(roughly 2038)—soon realized that the “conscience” was not something they could count on, especially after the off-world migration, and the new wave of post-human psychological research.  There were simply far too many unknown elements and unpredictable patterns that impeded any algorithmic attempt at understanding consumer-confidence. The theory of Oedipal-religiosity (O.R.) arrived, coincidentally, at a time when advertising firms were looking for some universal niche in all men, or even better, all men and women. However, working backwards from any Neo-Skinner/Neo-Pavlov-type behaviorism did little more than provoke the think tank into week-long debates, and worse, even more perplexing questions than those they had intended to discern in the first place. This is the conversation that eventually led to erecting “E-Street (see 4×6 card).” If one thing is for certain, “desire,” an old Doctor of Philosophy exclaimed, “can be counted on…and it can be counted on universally–just not the object (or variable).” Within a month of their last meeting “O.R. Theory” had supplied “desire” with an invariable object. The unconscious universal male fetish, i.e., the familial-masochism of the Giantess Mommy-Goddess… the glory of the future. 

Prime Time at the Neon Cathouse

Cf., BladeRunner 2049: the interactive advertisement built from the same physiologic code as “Joi.”