Interpretation of American Globalism

An Interpretation of American Globalism

This brings to mind the old social studies lesson about African tribalism… How the most an extended tribe based upon a familial kind of interconnection–that is, relationships knitted together based upon direct recognition of one another–could only extend to about 500. This is the maximum, so the theory goes, that individuals could be acquainted with one another in any kind of direct recognition of one another ;beyond that, there would be strain put on ones ability to feel kinship with all the members of the tribe and you get internal discord.

This is one of the breakdowns in human cultural evolution of extended civilization which religion directly addresses. Religion provides the foundation for recognizable kinship and a basis for understanding which extends beyond a single persons ability to actually know and recognize members of a community beyond this direct acquaintance number of 500 people.

This is also why, religions, to remain pertinent to their mission, must incorporate an inherent regard for members of different faith groups on the terms of those differing faith groups. There are, as with most legitimate doctrinal religious mores, other reasons for the same established value or values–in which the observance of one aspect creates the danger of diminishing the importance of other aspects, which is why to speak of such things in brevity is dangerous and why such issues require a more meditative (or prayer-like) approach. Such issues require a next-step brand of cognitive awareness; rather than a bullet-point explication a more topographical understanding–the kind of cognitive apprehension which would explain the incites of say a Jesus Christ, Mahatma Gandhi or Dr Reverend Martin Luther King Jr.

Without this cultural innovation, or evolutionary stage, and something we see almost trapped in amber in the rendering of US bases across the world, we revert to more archaic forms of societal order. In a word, militarism. That is, the presence or threat of power to keep order. A strategy for societal order which inevitably means slavery.

Whenever you have the amassing of power with its attendant hierarchical structure… you will always have those within that hierarchical order who abuse their position, leveraging their place and title to amass personal power–or more likely, having amassed personal power, leveraged this to seize their position thus setting the tone of their conduct a priori. Suppressing the rights of those beneath them in that hierarchy to steal what would be their just due–the use of threat in this relationship renders this the accomplishment of slavery.

Unfortunately, the alternative without another organizational doctrine, results in a chaos and strife which reduces the societies ability to support the population numbers we now enjoy… In other words, a correction results in whatever form–war, famine, disease–to bring the populations back down to a manageable number; determined by whatever organizational structure is put in place to take up the job of societal management, or governance. The simpler the system, the greater the misery, strife and diminution of population and control over ones own fate–the greater the debasement of humanity. This system of order, because it does not obtain by slow negotiation of the various representatives of the various communities, WILL result in that system of organizational structure being one of devolved cultural resource. That is, a more ancient pattern; which means, based upon power; a greater consolidation, and more oppressive kind, of authority.

This is why revolutions are a failure from the get-go and evolution is the preferred route to change. Anything else… ensures the debasement of culture, ensures slavery…

Hands all over / Soundgarden

Don’t touch me
Hands all over the eastern border
You know what I think we’re falling
From composure
Hands all over western culture
Ruffling feathers and turning eagles into vultures
Into vultures

Got my arms around baby brother
Put your hands away
Your gonna kill your mother, gonna kill your mother
Kill your mother
And I love her, yeah
I love her

Hands all over the coastal waters
The crew men thank her
Then lay down their oily blanket
Hands all over the inland forest
In a striking motion trees fall down like dying soldiers
Yeah like dying soldiers

Got my arms around baby brother
Put your hands away
Your gonna kill your mother, gonna kill your mother
Kill your mother
And I love her, yeah
I love her
I love her

Hands all over the peasants daughter
She’s our bride she’ll never make it out alive
Hands all over words I utter
Change them into things you want to
Like balls of clay
Put your hands away

Yeah, put your hands away
Put your hands away
Gonna kill your mother
Gonna kill your mother
Gonna kill your mother
And I love her
I love her
I love her
I love her
And she loves me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Written by Christopher J. Cornell, Kim A. Thayil • Copyright © BMG Rights Management
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