Savage Michael

By John O'Loughlin

This title, which is the reverse of 'Michael Savage', dating from 1976, also combines two chronologically-related books, viz. 'Limitless' and 'Reluctance', both of which are stylistically journalistic, combining autobiographical passages with an intensively philosophical integrity overall, as anyone familiar with its respective independently-published books would doubtless attest. The advantage of having the two titles published in this dual-book format, however, is not only sequential but also, in relation to the combined cost of each of the individually-published titles, financial.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 6, 2014
• ISBN: 9781291694987

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CONTENTS

LIMITLESS

13/09/12

16/09/12

18–20/09/12

22–23/09/12

25–27/09/12

30/09/12

02–12/10/12

15–21/10/12

23/10/12

25–31/10/12

01–13/11/12

16–25/11/12

27–28/11/12

30/11/12

01–06/12/12

08–12/12/12

RELUCTANCE

16–18/12/2012

30–31/12/12

04/01/2013

06–18/01/13

20–21/01/13

23–27/01/13

30/01/13

01–02/02/13

05–07/02/13

09–12/02/13

18/02/13

20–24/02/13

26–28/02/13

03–05/03/13

07/03/13

09–11/03/13

13–14/03/13

17/03/13

19/03/13

21–22/03/13

24–29/03/13

31/03/13

02/04/13

04–08/04/13

17–18/04/13

20–25/04/13

27/04/13

29–30/04/13

01/05/13

03–07/05/13

14–22/05/13

24–26/05/13

28–31/05/13

01–06/06/13

08–13/06/13

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LIMITLESS

13/09/12

Nazi Germany liquidated some six million Jews, the vast majority of whom were not German, only for 4–5 million Moslems to take their non-Aryan place in the Federal Republic of Germany.  Surely an ironic commentary upon history?

The fragmentary nature of modern society, its lack of social cohesion, derives in no small measure from the multicultural, multiracial reality that characterizes it, leading to social alienation and exclusiveness.  This is no easy age to live in!

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16/09/12

An immense feeling of liberation from the damned pavements of north London (not to mention London in general) overcame me when out walking the sidewalks of Galway City, everywhere macadamised in one way or another, which is how, from a non-liberal/social-democratic standpoint,  it should be.  All those fucking/sodding pavements of north London – and more specifically of Hornsey, Crouch End, and Wood Green –  do nothing but get me down, depress and psychologically humiliate me because I am Irish, not British, and find state-hegemonic criteria repulsive, a parallel of sorts, down at the south-east point of the intercardinal axial compass, to hardback and paperback books, including novels, which will always be around so long as these pavements are around and this kind of society or civilization in general remains around, despite what anybody might have to say – and not for the first time – about their imminent demise or social irrelevance.  The sidewalks of Galway, on the other hand, are more to my taste, being, if anything, the product of a Catholic mentality down at the south-west point of the axial compass in question, and I like to think they would parallel eBook literature, whether or not of a fictional orientation.

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18–20/09/12

The cemetery on the outskirts of Athenry was lacking in symmetry and it was difficult, in consequence, to locate the grave of my maternal grandmother, whom I had been led to believe was buried there, possibly since 1961 or 1962, a year or so before, with the coast finally clear, my mother packed me off to a children's home in Carshalton Beeches, Surrey, and I bade goodbye to life in Aldershot, Hants.  Her maiden name was Payne, but there was only one Payne listed on the noticeboard containing the names of those buried there, namely a Bridget Payne, whom my mother had led me to believe was her sister, whereas my grandmother's first name was – or had been – Mary.  The plot number of this other Payne was 304, but strangely enough none of the graves was marked, as far as I could see, with numbers, so locating that particular grave was no easy task in view of the large number of graves involved.  She had apparently been buried, this Bridget Payne, in June 1961, which would have been around the time of my grandmother's death, and for a moment I thought it might be her, that her real first name was not Mary but Bridget.  I only knew that my grandmother, whom I adored as a child, had been buried in her home town of Athenry, together with her sister (Bridget).

I am afraid and deeply saddened by the fact that no-one would have attended to the grave in all these years, and that may have been an additional reason why I could not locate it, presuming it overgrown or somehow effaced.  All in all, a deeply distressing situation, compounded by the fact that my mother, who at the time of writing is still alive, has only ever fed me sketchy and vague information, some of which, at one time or another, had been blatantly contradictory, like her telling me, several years ago, that her mother's first name was Polly!

It's no wonder I'm confused!  But when I pressed her recently about the location of her mother's grave, she had no idea at all, only saying, as before, that she had personally seen to her burial, having travelled back to Co. Galway with the coffin.  But the grave, alas, had been neglected all these years, and therefore it was difficult if not impossible for me to locate it and make some small attempt to recognize it and perhaps tidy or clean it up a bit, whatever that might entail.  I feel so utterly helpless and, at the same time, angry and frustrated that I couldn't even lay some flowers.  Some people continue to get a raw deal even in death!

The Irish flag, the tricolour, is rather like the weather in Ireland, with violent and sudden shifts between rain and sunshine, but with a fair amount of cloud coming inbetween.  Hence the green of rain, the white of cloud, and the orange (or gold) of sunshine, with, alas, more green than white or orange!

In the evening one hears the thwack of tennis balls going to and fro next door in the Galway Lawn Tennis and Health Club.  I never much cared for tennis, rarely if ever having played it (at school).  In fact, it was for me one of those taboo occupations, like chess and golf.  How unlike Ezra Pound!

So much drama, so little karma.

The sidewalks of Ireland vis-a-vis the pavements of Britain.

The Irish are loquacious, the British – and in particular the English – reserved.  Alpha and omega.

Ireland wouldn't be Ireland without the rain.  If you don't like rain, don't go to Ireland, because you're bound, sooner or later, to get soaked, shot through with a wind-fuelled rain that has a certain acerbity about it which is quite unpleasant and very likely to piss you off.

In Ireland male self-esteem drains away with the weather; you become less self-conscious and correspondingly more open to other people, especially women.  The notion of trusting in your stars or, alternatively, in some guardian angel makes more sense in Ireland than does trusting in yourself as a male, since the female aspects of life, which are primary, are noticeably more prevalent than in, say, England, being, in any case, fundamental to life.

Everywhere where substance exists – meals, fruit, sweets, cakes, refreshments, etc. – women are behind it and live, like caryatids, to serve it.  Being intellectually or spiritually independent (to a degree) or contrary to all this is, for the male, more usually a product of misfortune than of calculated intent, since males are only capable, when true to themselves, of abstractions – ideas, philosophies, ideologies, religions, laws, etc., which usually come to grief in relation to a reality dominated by females and, hence, by what is concrete.

We can, as males, hope for and dream of a better world, an altogether different type of society, but that is only a manifestation, so to speak, of the abstract, and is always up against the concrete realities of a world characterized by female domination which it would be difficult if not impossible to overthrow, since abstractions are no match for the concrete basis of life in female power and glory, will and spirit.  The male attempt to overthrow this concretion from an abstract standpoint (the only standpoint according with anything properly male, and therefore with what is contrary to such concretion even though extrapolated from it) leads inevitably to failure, of which the crucifixional paradigm of the so-called Saviour is a case in point, a potent symbol of religious failure in the face of concrete reality, be that reality scientific or political.

The Judeo-Christian tradition, with its subconsciously-truncated metachemistry and its subsensuously-truncated metaphysics, could be regarded as being flanked, in an anterior manner, by the supersensuously-biased Hindu tradition on the one hand and, in a posterior manner, by the superconsciously-biased Buddhist tradition on the other hand, each of which does more justice to metachemistry and to metaphysics, respectively, than would anything Judeo-Christian.  Frankly, the truncated metachemistry of Judaic monotheism and the truncated metaphysics of Christian (Roman Catholic) theism are less indicative of a human-orientated alpha (metachemistry) and omega (metaphysics) than of an alpha-stemming worldliness in the one case and of an omega-orientated worldliness in the other case, neither of which would be anywhere near as scientific (metachemical) nor as religious (metaphysical) as their Hindu and Buddhist counterparts.

The sight of all those fat shiny books in bookshops is, frankly, depressing to anyone who is capable of regarding life from a standpoint centred in eScrolls and eBooks, both of which could be argued as pertaining to an axis at variance with that upon which the vast majority of books, whether hardback or paperback, exist – presumably in polarity to magazines of one sort or another.

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22–23/09/12

There was a man who, through no particular fault of his own, lived in hell or what he regarded as such, namely London, with its double-decker red buses and, at the lower end or pole of the axis he perceived as being state-hegemonic, its underground lines and trains taking millions of people to and from work.  Even his accommodation in a bedsitter with shared bathroom, toilet, kitchen, garden, landing, hallway, front door, etc., was a part – indeed a bigger part – of this hell, particularly since most of his immediate neighbours (those in the same tenement) were not of his ethnic persuasion but, at times, radically at variance with what he would have considered compatible behaviour or outlook upon life.

He lived, as I say, in hell and suffered enormously.  But one day the lord of this hell, call him devil or landlord or whatever, granted him the fulfilment of anything he wished for – anything!  So after due reflection our man opted for heaven, a place where there were no square-looking red buses or underground trains or, indeed, overcrowded tenements populated with disparate ethnicities whose lifestyles were often in conflict.  This heaven was less like London and more like a suburban part of Galway City or even Clifden or Athenry in County Galway in Ireland, and it was very different from anything he had ever known – in fact, so different was it, with its single-decker green buses and overground trains, not to mention houses on pretty modern estates with more space and privacy than was to be found in his previous abode, that he did not feel so much at home there as he had imagined he would – indeed, he felt positively strange and cut off, like someone or something from an alien planet.  After a week our wishful thinker was begging the devil to let him return to hell and the life with which he was familiar, no matter how painfully.

So the devil said to himself: 'Why should I let God profit from him when he is only too willing to carry on letting me exploit him as before?'  So he granted the poor man the right to return to hell on the proviso that he would never try to leave it again, and so he did, almost grateful to the devil for having taken him back.  And that, I'm afraid, is the moral of this sad tale.  People become so accustomed to suffering in hell that they would rather continue to do so than move to heaven and have the benefit of some peace and quiet.  Our man is only too typical of the great majority of persons trapped in hell who, though they fear the devil or demons that daily torment them, lack faith in their ability to handle heaven and live in an altogether different environment – and way – from that to which, over several years if not decades, they have become so painfully accustomed.

Bruce Dickinson sings, on one of his solo albums, about those who do it and those that get done, as germane to what he calls the two sides of life, but unlike the Iron Maiden vocalist I maintain that life is more complex than that even in, though not necessarily to any great extent, this day and age of alpha-stemming if not alpha-orientated secularity, and would like to think that those who get delivered from the ones that do it are – or will be – of the Saved, especially when meekly pseudo-male.

What can be unequivocally said of the so-called Creator, or so-called God (the Father), which, in its metachemical objectivity, is really Devil the Mother, the cosmic and, in particular, stellar absolutism autocratically behind Nature and its predatory cruelty?  I'll tell you what: that 'it' is absolutely criminal and absolutely evil – criminal in its somatic freedom and evil in its psychic binding, the ratio of the one to the other being in the (absolute) ratio of 3:1, like supersensuousness vis-a-vis subconsciousness, or supernature vis-a-vis subnurture, or superheathenism vis-a-vis subchristianity, or superfemininity vis-a-vis submasculinity, and so on, with the former attributes in all cases criminal (metachemically freely somatic) and the latter attributes … evil (metachemically unfreely psychic, or germane to bound psyche).  That is what the Creator, the so-called God of the Jews and, indeed, of the Judeo-Christian tradition actually amounts to, and it is my belief that no self-respecting and civilized human being, least of all when male, could possibly condone or respect it.  On the contrary, it should be paramount on his list of what needs to be rejected, if life is to progress to a truly cultural civilization worthy of being identified with 'Kingdom Come'.

I have always been intimidated by women with painted nails, particularly when their fingernails are painted red and appear to be dripping with the blood of their natural prey – men.  Baudelaire wrote about nature being red in tooth and claw, and certainly the nature of women is such that their painted lips and nails approximate to that description of nature and to its predatory instinct to kill what is useful to the survival of the predator – in this case women, who are more than able, as a rule, to pick off men, effectively killing them by rendering subordinate to the reproductive impulse that which, did it not lose it head to a woman, would be capable of a life lived in and for the mind, even to the extent whereby the Life Eternal becomes its heavenly reward.

Killed off by women, however, men succumb to the flesh and to the inevitable mortality of the flesh, which is certain death.  This 'life temporal' is everywhere and at all times the human norm, and whilst for women it is the deathly life of life through killing, for men it is the living death of bodily subservience to female flesh – what Baudelaire, that truly great and much-maligned French poet, scornfully dismissed in males as a mark of their being 'slaves of a slave' and a mere 'trickle in the sewer'.  Simply put, the Life Eternal is not possible to those who succumb to women, as do the vast majority of men, thereby confirming their secondary gender status vis-a-vis those for whom the meaning of life is fundamentally success in regards to reproduction.

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25–27/09/12

Where flat-screen TVs are concerned, I guess 'gogglebox' would be an anachronistic form of slang.

If a young female adult is any good, so to speak, she should be aspiring downwards from metachemistry to chemistry, as from beauty and love (coupled subconsciously with ugliness and hatred) to pride and strength (coupled unconsciously with humiliation and weakness), thereby abandoning – if only temporarily – the objective ethereal for the objective corporeal and the attendant acquirement, in consequence, of a surrogate plenum, namely the child, to alleviate the vacuousness or emptiness of her fundamental (free somatically-materialist/bound psychically-fundamentalist) condition.

If a young male adult is any good, so to speak, he should be aspiring upwards from physics to metaphysics, as from knowledge and pleasure (coupled unsensuously with ignorance and pain) to joy and truth (coupled subsensuously with woe and illusion), thereby abandoning – if only intermittently – the subjective corporeal for the subjective ethereal and the attainment, in consequence, of that grace (coupled subordinately to wisdom) which is salvation from the world … of being vulnerable to female predation (necessity) and, hence, domination within the context, most especially, of family ties.  All of which, were it to succeed even temporarily, would be very much against the natural grain and therefore an extremely difficult not to say uphill task, requiring an exceptional degree of determination and even, in some paradoxical way, luck, since this is not the 'way of the world' but, on the contrary, the only way out of the world in terms of otherworldly values which, taken to their logical conclusion, would also require the neutralized subordination of females to the paramount or hegemonic sway of Heaven, as germane to the achievement of metaphysical salvation.  Such subordination I have termed pseudo-metachemical, and I identify it with counter-damnation as the necessary corollary of the salvation of males to metaphysics.

This, I am afraid, is the truth about religious salvation … as the prerogative and preserve of adult males who have the ability to leave females behind in their determination to 'take up the Cross', as it were, and follow Christ into Heaven.  That, to be sure, was the Christian age and civilization.  The coming age of what Oswald Spengler, the philosopher of history, calls 'Second Religiousness', will require a more evolved approach to salvation (coupled, for females, with counter-damnation) in order to establish anything remotely resembling 'Kingdom Come', the Superchristian outcome, so to speak, of all previous efforts in the direction of such an otherworldly paradise.  This more evolved approach to salvation, commensurate with global requirement, I identify with Social Theocracy and/or Social Transcendentalism, the means whereby 'Kingdom Come' may be achieved. 

But don't, for one moment, underestimate the immense difficulty of such a task, even if, at the same time, that would not necessarily be a good enough reason to dismiss the prospect of salvation as unattainable, because the only alternative is then the world and the everlasting perpetuation of female domination through reproduction.  If you are resigned to that, as many if not most males tend to be, then you are not aspiring upwards from physics to metaphysics but, in all probability, following the female around in subordinate vein as a kind of pseudo-metaphysical and/or pseudo-physical sonofabitch ever beholden to the hegemonic sway of both metachemistry and chemistry, which is, after all, where we began this article.

Night in, morning out, afternoon in, evening out – the cycle of my days with regard to the use of malleable wax earplugs, which I have been dependent on since coming to London in 1974.

It's not about how many books you sell; it is about what kind of books you write and, secondarily, how they are published, whether as hardbacks, softbacks (paperbacks), audio books, or eBooks.

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30/09/12

Pets and pests – and, in my lengthy experience, more pests than pets!

We're encouraged, not least by monotheism, to think of ourselves as having a unitary self, all-of-a-piece.  But the evidence to the contrary, akin to the polytheism which preceded Judaic monotheism, is incontrovertible, as when one finds oneself seriously contradicting something one had said or thought before, though usually within a slightly or even substantially different context, taking a completely or partially different line of argument.

I believe the notion of a unitary self is a convenient over-simplification designed, with or without religious prompting, to paste over the cracks of disunity and uncertainty, if not moral contradiction, that are a daily occurrence.  We all have two parents of opposite sex, which would in itself be grounds enough for contradiction or disunity, not to say mental ambivalence that sometimes spills over into ambiguity.  But in back of the two parents are four grandparents, in back of them eight great-grandparents, in back of the eight great-grandparents sixteen great-great-grandparents, and so on, with more and more differentiation the further back you go in ancestral terms.  It may be we strive for a unitary self in the case of both personal and species specific evolution, if only to simplify things, but it would appear we are still some way from achieving it at this point in time, given the manifest contradictions which bombard us on all sides.

A unitary self within a democratic and/or plutocratic society is difficult if not impossible to conceive of, especially since choice breeds ambivalence and tends, rather, to encourage disunity within the put-upon individual, who then falls back upon the crowd, upon some kind of social or multitudinous support. If theocracy, when to any degree genuine, is more likely to encourage a unitary concept of self through God (monotheism), then it could be argued that autocracy, its alpha-orientated antithesis, is more prone to the encouragement of anti-self, meaning that which is anti-psyche and, indeed, anti-soul. But that would be to look at it from a standpoint theocratically orientated towards psychic self, not to allow for the other type of self which, being fundamentally female in character, is somatic and therefore bodily by nature, tending towards the concrete as opposed to the abstract.  And it is precisely this type or manifestation of self that autocracy encourages!

Our age, being objectivist and feminist, remains somewhat partial to the somatic self, even as it embraces, through democratic and plutocratic alternatives to autocracy, a more ambivalent sense of self which may well arise from the interplay and/or alternations of soma and psyche, of female and male selves in perpetual conflict through the mechanism of choice.  The triumph of psychic self, which is male, over both the somatic self of autocracy and the ambivalent selves of democratic and plutocratic liberalism is still, at this point in time, some way off, assuming it were possible through an ultimate theocracy (Social Theocracy?) that had the wherewithal to supersede both the world (of political and economic intermediate orientations, so to speak) and the netherworld (of scientific freedom) from a standpoint truly centred in otherworldly (religious) values, and therefore in the interests of 'Kingdom Come', as that which favours only the psychic self and requires, as corollary, the neutralization and subordination of the somatic self, a situation akin, it seems to me, to St George and the Dragon or, equally, to the lamb and the (neutralized) lion and/or wolf of Biblical metaphor, not to mention, more gender specifically, the crucifixional paradigm itself.

Such an advanced stage of life would most certainly have transcended the world, especially in its democratic (republican socialist) manifestation, and made life extremely difficult, if not impossible, for both netherworldly autocratic and worldly plutocratic societies, thereby serving to nullify them in the interests of an unequivocal commitment to otherworldly values premised upon the hegemony of metaphysics over pseudo-metachemistry, as of psychic self (male) over pseudo-somatic self (female), the free over the bound, the latter of which, through neutralization, would be obliged to 'lie down' with the former, a plane down from metaphysics in what has been termed pseudo-metachemistry.

Only thus can an evolutionary outcome favouring the establishment of a unitary self (One with God in Heaven) be guaranteed, and it will be as different from contemporary pluralism (in both soma and a limited degree of psyche) as, say, Judaic monotheism from Hindu polytheism, or Christian monotheism from pagan (Greco-Roman) polytheism.  May it soon transpire!

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02–12/10/12

Beethoven's symphonies generally bore me to death.  Such turgidity and monotonous repetition!  Great for his time he may have been, but these days such greatness is apt to sound – dated!  For me, Beethoven is at his best in the piano sonatas, especially the so-called Moonlight and the Waldstein, which is nothing short of miraculous, particularly in the taut rhythms of the first movement, which the marvellous German film Four Minutes has been instrumental in highlighting.

From a mature male perspective there is nothing more important or desirable in life than peace of mind.  Unfortunately, in this world, what with its objective impositions of an adult female and juvenile, not to say infantile, nature, peace of mind tends to be the adult male exception to the general rule of mental torment … brought about, more often than not, by other people!

Whatever simple or base people may say, I am – and remain – one of the greatest writers of my time, a writer who has scaled the utmost metaphysical heights and brought my initial quest for logical perfection to philosophical completion, and all without a shred of encouragement, help, or acknowledgement, let alone recognition from anybody else, least of all the 'great British public' and immigrant or foreign populations amongst whom it has been my sad fate to live.  Therefore I have triumphed over them and concluded, irrespective of whatever obstacles they may have put in my way, my life's goal of intellectual and philosophical perfection, a perfection that most people would not even be capable of envisaging, let alone comprehending!

From the standpoint of the higher man, the genuine male, the masses are there to be dictated to and mastered, not kowtowed to after the fashion of a democratic politician cadging votes.  It is only through the efforts of exceptional higher men that the masses can be led forwards and upwards, even into 'Kingdom Come', as the form or mode of society which is most omega-orientated and least alpha-orientated and/or alpha-stemming.

Such an ultimate form of society, commensurate with the guarantee through religious sovereignty of peace of mind for adult males, can only be against nature and, hence, females, signifying, by contrast, the triumph of metaphysics over pseudo-metachemistry, which is equivalent to the hegemony of the lamb (of godliness) over the (neutralized) lion and/or wolf of predatory imposition, the hegemonic triumph, in short, of the Y-chromosome of male freedom (from somatic imposition) over the neutralized XX-chromosome of female binding or, more correctly, pseudo-binding to somatic constraint.  Freed from somatic imposition, the adult male can then be true to his self and thereby given to that peace of mind which appertains to being at one with one's self in psychic harmony.

On the other hand, the female who is still free to somatically impose her will and/or spirit usually renders the male subordinate to herself in psychic binding or, more correctly, pseudo-binding.  Salvation for the male, as female-subordinate pseudo-male, is from such pseudo-binding, the product of female hegemonic control in the world, to the peace of mind which is commensurate with being true to one's self, one's soul, in a psyche set free of its fetters.

I believe a distinction can be made between public lighting and heating on the one hand, and private lighting and heating on the other hand, as though between a stellar/solar parallel in the one case, and a Saturnian/Venusian parallel in the other case, with the former options approximating to metachemistry/pseudo-metaphysics and the latter ones, by contrast, to metaphysics/pseudo-metachemistry, particularly when involving the use of electricity.  For it does seem, contrary to what I may once have thought, that lighting and heating are divisible along alpha and omega lines, as though indicative of a sensual/sensible antithesis.

Strictly speaking, the public forms of lighting and heating would suggest, in keeping with the metachemical/pseudo-metaphysical distinction alluded to above, the hegemony of heat over light or, more correctly, pseudo-light, alpha and pseudo-omega, whereas the private forms of lighting and heating would suggest, in keeping with the aforementioned metaphysical/pseudo-metachemical distinction, the hegemony of light over pseudo-heat, omega and pseudo-alpha, corresponding not, like the former, to space and pseudo-time but, in complete contrast, to time and pseudo-space.

Ladies and pseudo-gentlemen vis-a-vis gentlemen and pseudo-ladies – you know, from my omega/pseudo-alpha predilections, which ones I prefer, and they tend, in metaphysics/pseudo-metachemistry, to be theocratic and pseudo-autocratic as opposed to autocratic and pseudo-theocratic, like the metachemical/pseudo-metaphysical ladies and pseudo-gentlemen, the latter of whom, when under amoral pressure descending from above, tend to become anti-metaphysically unlocked (from pseudo-metaphysics) and to behave, in quasi-metachemical fashion, like ladies, only worse – much, much worse!

The biggest religious mistake, which is effectively an atomic delusion, is to equate God, Heaven, the Soul – in short, all 'no-things' metaphysical – with the Creation of the World and, indeed, the so-called Universe behind it.  This we can and should no longer do, because we live in a post-atomic age that requires us to sharply differentiate between the alpha of 'things' (Devil the Mother hyped as God the Father) and the coming omega of 'no-things' (Heaven the Holy Soul), of which God … the Father or, more correctly, godfatherliness … is merely a superconscious concomitant akin to the candlelight that is candle flame seen from outside the burning of the flame itself.  Such, in an analogical sense, is what God or, rather, godliness is, and in this metaphysical context separated-out from metachemistry, godliness is only the outer face, as it were, of the inner essence of Heaven, the Soul, Being, etc.  Strictly speaking, it is one and the same as Heaven, this godly outer face, since there is no godliness independent of Heaven, or joyful soul.  All the rest – Creation, the Universe, God as Creator, etc., is religious delusion, worthy only to be consigned to the proverbial rubbish bin of atomic (Christian) and pre-atomic (Judaic) history, since the Judeo-Christian tradition can have no place in or relevance to the future development, beyond its current phase (alpha-stemming rather than alpha-orientated), of global civilization.

In relation to the hegemonic gender positions, the British axial polarity, north-west to south-east points of the intercardinal axial compass (state-hegemonic) is effectively one between female nobs (no other nation has had so many long-ruling female monarchs) and male plebs, whereas the Irish axial polarity, south-west to north-east points of the intercardinal axial compass (church-hegemonic) is effectively one between female plebs and male nobs (the holy fathers).

At the Retinal Therapy Unit of Moorfields Hospital on Friday afternoon you need to be an extremely patient patient both before and in between the various processes that have to be undergone in the interests of some degree of retinal progress in relation to AMD (age-related macular degeneration), the condition from which I have been diagnosed as suffering.  Patience was, I think, in abundance today, the occasion of my third – and hopefully final – Lucentis injection into the left eye, which is terribly sore, though not so much because of that as because of its inherent condition.  Here's hoping for some more progress towards something approaching normality or, at any rate, a more tolerable outcome!

Woman is a serving animal, but one who dominates through service.

Cinema and television – media of the Star (absolute and relative) that reflect the society-orientated objectivity of female domination through Nature.

There may still be a British nation, but I can't believe it has anything to do with the large numbers of immigrants and foreigners that now outnumber the British themselves in several cities or specific areas of cities where, strange to say, white faces are comparatively few in number, and whole streets appear to be populated by persons of coloured ethnicity or origin.  I admit that I can't, as someone of Irish descent, pretend to feel comfortable in such places, much as I often find the British themselves detestably juvenile if not infantile in character.

'Things fall apart,