Greg Matsen had a discussion with Jacob Hansen about Strong’s new book, Torn. This was far more enlightening than anything else I have heard about Strong’s book. The thing that hit me the hardest was Jacob explaining how we are often wasting our time explaining things the way we have for the last two hundred years to Christians. But now we have an audience that either doesn’t believe in Christ, or doesn’t know how to receive His grace and inspiration in a serious way. The problem isn’t a doctrinal issue that merely needs to be cleared up, most of the time. It is an entire worldview built on different assumptions about reality, authority, and human purpose. It one that points people toward the wrong sources of meaning, authority, and happiness.

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Most of the dumb boomer solutions to social problems amount to “why don’t you simply unilaterally establish an enforceable cooperative equilibrium”

-thus EDJCB

Young Mr. Frog went a’courtin’ but in that region and at that time there were no eligible young misses in the Animal Kingdom who were interested in Mr. Frog.  In frustration he complained to an elder of his kind.

“Well,” the elder said, “have you tried dressing up in a tux, renting a church, and hiring a wedding caterer?”

“What good would that do?” the young frog said in exasperation.

“It sounds to me like you aren’t even trying,” his elder scoffed.

We live in a very feminized society dominated by managerial bureaucracy, but a great many people are miserable and struggling, both male and female. This is not to say it advantages women in the ways they need. It doesn’t appear to do that for anyone other than Elites, and their henchmen.

The current order is not governed by healthy feminine values. It selectively uses traits culturally associated with women—risk sensitivity, relational enforcement, therapeutic language, and aversion to direct conflict—inside institutions built around impersonal power. Used as armor to maintain power. But the more celestial aspects of womanhood are absent.

I am going to note a little history, and make some educated predictions. I fain no vision or prophecy, but I have a wild prediction, which I would like to discuss. I think things will shortly swing to the male-dominated (shortly, meaning within the decade-ish). As with pendulum swings, there will be many who swing too hard. I want to make sure as many of us as possible, end up in a healthier state. I want even the most extreme feminists, to agree that life was better after the correction pendulum swing. But in order for this to happen, we need a vision of what is possible, first.

Because if we don’t, then the pendulum will swing back again to an even more extreme feminized managerial bureaucracy.

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I have seen the claim, more than once, that if you are an aristocrat you spend as you see fit and then work out how to acquire the means to pay for it.  Whereas if you start with your income and then decide what to spend based on that, you are bourgeois (aka middle class, but the term also includes business owners and such).

One theme of our exploration of virtue sets is that there are certain virtues that are obscure to our society. (e.g., the nameless virtue).

There are certain other virtues that have a strong class or sex link, and so are obscure with respect to the other classes or the other sex.  This is often because the same virtue takes on a somewhat different form across these boundaries and so the assumption is that the virtue must not apply at all across the boundary because it doesn’t apply in exactly the same way. (more…)

I found an old note to myself that reads

“Philosophical dialogue in the Gulags. Generationship. Blog this.”

Neither I nor anyone else will every know what this means.

In the torch-lit castles of old Europe, the Jester had a reputation as a truth-teller.   He could say painful true things because he was so fake.  Ha ha its just a joke.

I don’t know how people are going to take this–I can see an angle for folks to get mad of almost any political persuasion–but I think the same phenomenon is part of Donald Trump’s appeal.  He has a reputation both as a very funny guy and as a blowhard–whether either reputation is justified or not we leave as an exercise for the reader.  Even some of his most ardent supporters will say we take Trump seriously but not literally.  But because of this a big part of his appeal is  he is the guy who will take on third rails and say things that everyone is thinking, that need to be said, but that no one will say.    His people love him because he keeps blowing through the dirty little conspiracies of polite silence.

Children especially young children are the same.  Out of the mouths of babes and little children as the scripture says.  Little children in particular will just say things.  You look fat.  I don’t like your warts.  He’s mean.  But at the same time, they live in a world of play and whimsy.  The same child who told his Aunt she needed to lose a few pounds will also tell her that they are both pink sharks in the lemonade ocean.

Mulling this over, I eventually realized we are looking at a form of the synthesis of two competing virtues  Fact and fiction.  Truth and play.  The synthesis of these virtues reaches its highest form in pageantry, ritual, and sacrament.

Whereas the Devil gravely lies.

I think we have found yet another meaning of the Savior’s teaching to become as a little child.  One of his most inexhaustible sayings.

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Very strong bolo-tie game

I am glad to see that I am in good stead when I dress up for Pioneer Day by throwing on some Western/Southwestern gear and calling it  a day.

Pioneer Day is a good day to feel filial piety.  Our ancestors were great.  They may not have thought so.  Greatness, from the inside, is a lot like humans from the inside: hot, messy, bloody, gross.  From the outside, they were great.

In a superficial way, the popular understanding is the Old Testament is about the national salvation of Israel and the New Testament is more about individual salvation.  The restoration synthesized that–they built Zion because they wanted their kids to grow up in Zion.

More precisely, the Old Testament is about individual and group salvation in the form of the nation, and the New Testament is about individual and group salvation in the form of a new thing called a church.  Because the pioneers were a church, they built a nation.  And because they built a nation, we still have a church.

• “A ship in harbor is safe, but ships weren’t meant for harbors”–this is a saying about the Fall.
• There are colors you can see only at twilight.

On the sweetness of Mormon life

The  girl reads her talk artlessly then puts her phone up on the podium.  It plays–cheap, tinny–Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing.  She sings the first verse.  She looks down the whole time. She is shy but also–you are close enough that you can see–she is fighting back tears.  Your own tears start.  You first heard this song on your mission when you needed streams of mercy. They came and never ceased.

Our big church camp family reunion got shut down due to fire threats.  We scrambled and were able to pull off a shorter smaller one at another church camp.

I get far more irritated than I should by any whiff of bureaucracy and safetyism at church, but nonetheless I am very grateful for church camps.

On the sweetness of LDS life.

I got a Manifest Destiny t-shirt and was wearing it around this week-end feeling just a bit edgy. I had a background mental dialogue that was something like, ‘if only they knew, wouldn’t they be shocked,’ etc.

Then I went to Church on Sunday and my staid respectable congregation, part Anglo part Mexican, sang with gusto,

Pushing on the wild frontier,

Forging onward, ever onward,

Blessed, honored Pioneer!

Well!

There are other sources that talk about the Giants, such as the Book of Jubilees, and the Book of Giants, which is highly fragmentary, but does at least mention Gilgamesh, though the full context is not clear. To some degree, these things might be seen as a polemic against heroes of Mesopotamia, but I don’t think that is the whole story.

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Saturday night waiting for fireworks that would start an hour later, sitting around talking, enjoying being together, conversation with my sister-in-law turned to her son’s call to be a missionary in the Czech Republic. It turned my mind to a woman from Czechoslovakia I met in ’93. That year started my four years in Baltimore. My bishop there had joined the church as a teen-ager in Korea, served a mission in his native country, and when his family was young moved them to the United States so he wouldn’t have to work on Sundays. The ward mission leader was from Trinidad, and I got to spend a bunch of time with him as a stake missionary. The ward executive secretary told me of his compelling first encounter with the Book of Mormon in his native Ghana. For a year and a half in 1989 and 1990, recent times when I met him, Ghana’s government expelled the missionaries and locked up the meetinghouses. (link)

The Relief Society president was from Czechoslovakia. She said that sometimes people would correct her. “You mean you are from the Czech Republic?” “No, my country doesn’t exist anymore.” (more…)

A pair of teenagers using a quirky AI approach deciphered some old carvings.  They appeared to give  instructions on how to open a gate or a portal to cross dimensions, when the stars were right.  Teenager-like, the two decided to do it and that it would probably be safe because ‘it felt ok.’

They succeeded.  They were instantly transported to a multi-dimensional civilization with portals and gates galore.  Countless realities living cheek by jowl, all the genres and works of imagination made flesh that you could imagine!

Because of that, the boy and the girl were in a sense not nearly the novelty they expected to be.  But they still attracted mass attention.  It seems that every other being, when they crossed a portal, got to transform themselves into a native of the arrival dimension, specifying their characteristics and appearance and nature for their new setting.  But these teenagers had nothing of the kind happen.  They remained a human teenage boy and a human teenage girl.

This was astounding.

Crowds followed them everywhere, with adulation and envy.  They had heard rumors of such a place as Earth, where you were what you were, but they had never imagined anything so fabulous could be real.