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This book was recommended to me by an old friend of my sister's who lived in New Brunswick, back around 2011. He recommended it and I ordered it.
He is something of a wild man himself. Towards the end of our friendship I grew leery if his acerbic and biting emails, and I suspended contact with him.
It was just as well. Burnt out and browned off by aggressive Gnostics of his ilk, I got to know his type.
Gnostics purport, often secretively, to be in possession of a superior form of knowledge. You may know a few of them yourself. Their ego is six inches thick. Affable and quick of tongue, their friends readily affirm their selfhood knowing their action will be reciprocal. An easy sorta acquaintance.
We are not part of their clan.
They will readily confirm that fact tacitly, being always on the move toward greener pastures. The "greener" the better, and jaundiced oldtimers who keep their salt shakers handy need not apply.
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Gnostics seek Eldorado. Sorta like Whitman in Leaves of Grass - the Grand Old Vision of Superabundant Life.
Relax, folks! That’s only a shimmering mirage in the desert of modernity. And anyway, Superabundant Life in now verboten by our modern, belt-tightening standards.
That’s a good thing, too, because Eldridge’s hyperbolic view of life is nowadays a Bridge too Far - more perceptive people than I once was have erected a roadblock on our modern highway to it - and that’s only sensible.
If the human race is to survive it must use its head.
That bridge too far has been washed away by our demagogues’ chaotic floodwaters. It’s time to wake up.
So, hotheads take heed:
Touting passion over reason, as you do, will only get us all a Darwin Award.
He is something of a wild man himself. Towards the end of our friendship I grew leery if his acerbic and biting emails, and I suspended contact with him.
It was just as well. Burnt out and browned off by aggressive Gnostics of his ilk, I got to know his type.
Gnostics purport, often secretively, to be in possession of a superior form of knowledge. You may know a few of them yourself. Their ego is six inches thick. Affable and quick of tongue, their friends readily affirm their selfhood knowing their action will be reciprocal. An easy sorta acquaintance.
We are not part of their clan.
They will readily confirm that fact tacitly, being always on the move toward greener pastures. The "greener" the better, and jaundiced oldtimers who keep their salt shakers handy need not apply.
***
Gnostics seek Eldorado. Sorta like Whitman in Leaves of Grass - the Grand Old Vision of Superabundant Life.
Relax, folks! That’s only a shimmering mirage in the desert of modernity. And anyway, Superabundant Life in now verboten by our modern, belt-tightening standards.
That’s a good thing, too, because Eldridge’s hyperbolic view of life is nowadays a Bridge too Far - more perceptive people than I once was have erected a roadblock on our modern highway to it - and that’s only sensible.
If the human race is to survive it must use its head.
That bridge too far has been washed away by our demagogues’ chaotic floodwaters. It’s time to wake up.
So, hotheads take heed:
Touting passion over reason, as you do, will only get us all a Darwin Award.