The Long Arc of the Human Spirit

Power Laws

Where are humanity and the human spirit going from here? How do we connect the ancient spirituality of human experience with this newfound technological ‘spirituality’ i.e. that humankind is on its way to becoming more and more immaterial, virtual and ‘spirit-like’? Is the newfound immateriality granted by technology and virtual worlds radically different from our ancient roots or does it come full circle with shamanism, the spirit over the flesh in Christianity, and other religions, and other mores of classic spiritual, philosophical (Plato, Descartes) and theological thought?

Is there a unity rather than a disharmony to ancient spiritual thought and where technology may be taking human beings? The two don’t have to be in conflict; ancient societies believed the spiritual was mostly or completely literal for practitioners (the dancer is the kangaroo in Huizinga’s Homo ludens or the shaman literally visits the world of the spirits of animals and ancestors). It is only later i.e. as early as the Greeks (besides Plato) and Christianity after Neo-Platonism does religion and spirituality become more figurative and metaphorical.

By the Industrial Revolution humanity is completely materialized, concretized by empiricism and science. Does the technology of the digital and the virtual offer a syncretism of the materialism of science and the spirituality humans believed literally and then metaphorically? Is it that there is unity of body and mind/spirit (Heidegger) or does body collapse into the mind (idealism, Berkeley, Plato, etc.) or does mind collapse into the body (materialism, some areas of phenomenology, Epicureans, Stoics, Sartre, Lucretius, etc.)?

the next world

Shadow Psyche

fighting so hard

Kaan stood in her room at the Marriott. She peeked through the curtains of the ceiling-to-floor windows, that provided a sixty-five-story view of skyscrapers new, and old, sparkling in the night.

She retreated to the bed. The TV was on and tuned to the Food Network. Beat Bobby Flay.

The room service had brought up an omelet earlier. Kaan stared at the ceiling. Earlier in the week, Beth had stood at the edge of the well, “I’ll be right here. And if it gets too cold, I’ll be in the cabin, on the walkie-talkie.”

Kaan stood on a rung of the rope ladder, “I won’t be gone long.”

She crossed through the tunnel at the bottom of the first well and sat at the bottom of the second well. By the time she got there, the sky was gray. It began to drizzle. Kaan sat in the well, holding her knees, looking up at the rain that grazed her cheeks, scrunching up her eyes in response to the distant light.

In the present, there was a knock at the door. Kaan got up to see who it was. Ran stood in the fish-eye view of the peep-hole.

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