If all politics are local, are they also all personal?

What is different is the individual story.

It has been my contention and sole goal of this and my previous blog to point out that the building blocks of the world and even of the universe are individuals. Yea, persons and personality. Even Higgs’ Bozone has unique characteristics—we shall see.  Men make collections—of fossils, rocks, seashells (me) and of course of people—in order to avoid dealing with individuals, which is very messy and high maintenance most of the time—I will speak of the exceptions some other time.

 “Categorical Emperators” are  most often a series of  evasions, not as a reality—artificial to the core to satisfy our supposed pragmatisms, of which I spoke recently—most of which are in essence self-deception but serve a very ordinary human purpose. “The Individual Strikes Back” does it not?  It will not be still; nor rest…so many examples.

Incidentally, speaking of artificial intelligence: computers and electronic medical record systems are not servers or servants but “Masters in this Hall.”  If computers lived up to their hype, right out of the box it would be better, but as the old soul song goes: “You just keep me hangin’ on.”  It has taken the whole IT team months just to try to get, yea, this very laptop to behave!  And even this Word version keeps moving my cursor (a good name for it!) to different places in the text without my even touching the keyboard. We are not so far from “Hal” as we may have hoped.

A recent Dilbert cartoon has our antihero discovering the Higgs’ Boson at home in his very very short accelerator. The moment it appears it says, “BUILD AN ARK”. So Dilbert immediately shuts off the machine, saying, “Nothing but trouble.”

I’m not necessarily trying to make things clear—but I do want people to think about what they are doing—the poet you know is not always obscure for his own sake or for privacy issues:

The Vendee

The poet moves

To cover his heart with a dime.

The poet multiplies

But those who are not poets

Are turning up equally alone.

Pry up that stone

And you may be bitten by a terrible creature

But lift up an eye

And you may have been in starlight.

In the difference between what you leave alone

And your own stupid idea many times removed

The poet inserts a dime and says not to worry.