Ipseity and philosophy

Note: the knowledge I have of the hag of the mill and the swineherd myth are entirely owed to Caitlin Matthews essay Shapeshifting in “the encyclopedia of Celtic wisdom”

To her I thank her gifts hoping perhaps my own “interpretation” will be the fruit of something else and we can help “retore” what has been lost (but perhaps is only a run of the mill?)

The hag of the mill

So, I was given a choice at four, by mum, if I wanted religious education or not. I said yes. One day, I was told about purgatory. It scared me, and was to be avoided. So I wondered as every child might, what good comes from pain?

All right, it’s a normal, almost everyday question, an O. But as a child, before corruption, they want to know why this follows that, and how could my suffering, which is over me as a kid, who doesn’t intend badness, benefit a good, nice, God?

And it is still on the mind of every person in the world atm: how could a good God benefit from our pain?

The bird

Well, the hag of the mill is kind of the riddle, the ipseity, the colour red to that intellectual question.

How is an archetype like the hag even real? I’m not entirely sure what the current trend is of agreeing haha or disagreeing heehee, with Jung’s archetype.

If you’re not sure what it is, it’s a shape in our minds people can fit into: the girl next door, merlin the magician etc.

Archetypes are useful concepts to navigate between myth and science. They are a step in the right direction, an attempt at making ipseity scientific.

However, ipseity is not scientific, and I will in no way pretend tis, in order to win some credibility using the latest catchphrase for truth: science.

What I think is that even metal can be bent, stretched and warped.

Rather I’ll tell you a little bird revealed ipseity to me. His funny, curious, cheeky eye is the ipseity of this piece of writing.

Zappa

I believe Zappas logic, “the crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe.” And Alice’s adventures in the rabbit hole and the word wind, describe more ipseity than I think Bjork would believe I have the courage to enjoy. Oh D, actually I’d probably feint at your touch haha)

I’ll return to ipseity after two encompassing illustrations of it.

The first, the swineherd myth. A brown horned bull slays his nemesis the white horned, goes mad, returns to his homeland and his heart breaks, and blood “runs from his mouth” he dies.

It is a strange tale, being a myth, and very well told by Matthews. And it makes no sense, much the same way a rainbow doesn’t, as a joke torn asunder, you must take the whole thing to feel the soil. It is a riddle with so many questions. The one I’m interested in is love, pain, hate, life, the earth and the heart. You may say it’s many questions but that’s the point exactly.

This is a kind of archetype level of song on which to understand this. However,

Recalling the very first moment I fell in love. Her eyes, the love pain hate life heart earth, but more than that HER, S, sitting there, looking at me like the goddess would. It makes no sense. It was wind, apostrophe, a rabbit hole. It has ipseity. But it was not ipseity I fell in love with it was HER and S alone. There was no explanation and never be one. It’s a riddle: was it my sexualty, gender, age, even soul? None. It was her and S alone, sitting there, and I at that moment regarding the goddess as her lover.

So I meander between my own myth and wonder what fuelled the swineherd? How bizarre, how bizarre. Awen, om. You could call ipseity my cat louie, why louie so? Because I love her. Why did the swineherd heart break but when louie died it was life affirming.

When I first fell in love with S and eventually told someone, ol Jim, he replied, there’s plenty of fish in the sea. And I thought that is the oddest thing one could possibly say about love. Love has roots, that pulsate into the ground. The moisture in the air and in a woman’s eye is awen. Affinity is what it’s all about, not cars, not internet. Not an ocean full of dead and conquered fish. Not a dead earth atall.

The hag arises,

for I only know this from decades of refinement. Is whats going on with us human beings a kind of purgatory.. but oh! Again, the intellect, the questions, trying to make the universe logical, a picture of me. But it’s not about me, I’m a lover.

The goddess shapeshifts into D, I the lover, shapehift into an elf, and it goes on, trying to reach her “heavenly body”.

Philosophy then

You may say, philosophy is an algorithm of truth and epistemology.

Philosophy is EVERYTHING. Some of that is not realised in a magnifying glass, but I know you can’t tell but I’m still heart thinking.

We’re I a typical mystic, playing my part, I would declare “you are an evil generation.” But one thing I know from 1990s LGBT, is about diversity. You may know your mobile inside out and I may read, both are artificial.

I’m trying to say is in that mobile don’t forget you have roots in soil. Please don’t say, ” wow! That’s a real, actual tree.” Cause It’s you. And you don’t have to put on robes and carry a staff. My cleaner does much for other people and hence the environment through that.

So I may think I’m wise right? And all this is real, but Ecclesiastes puts it best “all is a chasing after wind”, I’m going to die like a fool. Yet, what Ecclesiastes misses, is me returning home, to HER, to my affinity. And my heart in the soil, will have its unknown loves, hates and pains and longings. It’s own myth and song. And then perhaps, the flame will return in 500 years or so afterward. Perhaps, and I hope not to a nuclear wasteland.

Cal Kalve,

Saturday morning, 2nd December 2023, a wierd day for the broken weather and the bird tribes have migrated again