Grasping the Nettle.

Reason, perforce, must begin with what is generally believed, the familiar… so that the alternative offered by inspiration (involution) can be placed in that context.

It is believed that error in a molecule
Was time’s apprentice, and sous-chef
Of changing dishes, served on nature’s plate…

and proceeds to expand on the absurdity of time as a one way street. Instead Reason suggests that time and DNA work from both directions, past and future both influence the NOW of act by which memory is shaped, and stored.

 Numb were the Beadsman’s fingers, while he told         His rosary, and while his frosted breath,    Like pious incense from a censer old,   Seem’d taking flight for heaven...
Numb were the Beadsman’s fingers, while he told
His rosary, and while his frosted breath,
Like pious incense from a censer old,
Seem’d taking flight for heaven…

Time’s double arrow built in parallel
The twinning rosary in every cell
Telling, like the beadsman on St Agnes’ Eve,
The frozen fingers of our future past.
One chain, the harness of descent,
Drops our emergence from our webbéd feet…
Yet implicate it casts its shadow handicap ahead
(Amended by disaster and success)
To draw the future out of fertile dream.
The other chain is in reverse, to lift us up.

Reason goes on to expand on the inhibiting influence of Soviet Russia’s applications of Lamarckian doctrine which as a result has left a phobia of anything suggestive of ‘improvement’, and the wasteland created by that phobia…

(All Gods and Spirits gone, mosquito fays
Sprayed with the aerosol of rational doubt…)

This introduces another important theme: that the collective intellect determines acceptable ideas at any time, and the inspirations of genius were almost always ahead of that collective, by centuries originally, and now ( with accelerating involution) decades or years.
(Going In deeper…)

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