Yesterday I talked about how humans (and dogs) navigate the world through one- and two-dimensional patterns and the intersections between them. These are less qualities of the world than qualities of the human and canine minds doing the navigating (and sniffing). At the end, I brought you to a fields. Now, there are no fields in the earth. It just doesn’t make them. Humans do, though, as representations of their bodies, just as walking in a ditch is a representation of dogness. But then weirdness starts, because what do humans do in their fields, which are their bodies? Well, mostly they stand under the sky and scare all other humans away with barbed wire. That’s right, they’re kind of like scarecrows, really, the humans, the darlings. And what are these dear creatures doing while out there in the grass, surrounded by their barbed wire and their No Trespassing signs? Ah, they’re going 3-D, that’s what. They’re building two dimensional representations of their ways of seeing on top of two dimensional representations. Back in the day, humans got the idea of making images of themselves, which they called art. They looked like this:
Now considered as art and gaining its power when abandoned.
Eventually, after all of this, humans came to look like this:
Human Field Turned into a Cube of Electricity
And that’s history. No more Michelangelo, no more Buddha chipped into the rock in Afghanistan or poured out of gold in the jungle, no more Venus de Milo with her arm snapped off, oops. Now, in the age of practical men, most humans build a body for themselves (well, OK, hire young men with hoodies and broken down cars to build it for them), that looks a bit like this:
Two Human Bodies on a HIll
Such bodies are expensive 3-D structures that a human, who has recreated himself or herself as a set of ideas, can inhabit. Come on, why get stuck with a simple biological body when you can have more, and be an ego, and build a new body, and use your body in it as an idea, and move it around, and get some wine out of the fridge, and slosh, and even invite guests over? What’s the use of a great big expensive body like that if you don’t show it off, eh. After all, not only does it have a view (social cost and environmental debt, $100,000 off the top, $1,000,000 if it’s lakeshore), but it has oodles of social status to spare, which is really great if you are going to have a field, because fields are all about some basic personal control over who you are going to let into yourself and who not. A girl (or a guy) has a right to say that “No means no, buster!” Yeah.
The $800,000 Mid-Line Version Body
When you make the mistake of putting a body like this in the wrong darned field, in the wrong darned country, you go down to Mexico in the winter, and rent a second one there. What’s really great about that is that José brings you drinks.
Um… isn’t it a little odd? You kill the earth to put up a field, which has some chance of paying off its environmental debt, but then you remake the field as a house, and then you don’t live in it? Folks, that debt is never going to be paid. It’s like people are starting to think like these big wooden bodies. I guess it can’t be helped. Truly smart critters like dogs wouldn’t have seen the point in it, but humans, ah, they’re smart chimps, and you have to admit a house is a much sturdier barrier around you, your darling spouse and the scurrilous kids and their dangblasted technological doodads than barbed wire, plus, bonus, houses are impervious to quail, pheasants and coyotes, that might, you know, raid the, gasp, fridge. Now, you might think, why these particular bodily representations, when you could choose this instead…
I choose her.
… or why you’d choose this particular house-body, when you could wander around in the grass in the Glory of God (humans talk like that in their better moments) …
… and let it teach you how the grassland is your home (where else, after all, is your field, hmmm?)…
The plateau people built their summer houses after seeing how well these things folded and wove together. You try thrashing through that after a duck, you’ll get the idea real quick. Barbed wire is amateur work in comparison to this stuff, especially when a house made out of this stuff puts you in the grassland, without the need for a field, but, hey, humans don’t always think things through, and they get a bit traumatized by violence, and what with all the field building and environment wrecking, and all the dear darling spouses, there’s a lot of violence. For this reason, humans like to huddle together. (This is because they are descended from mice.)
Strange, isn’t it. You start out with a field, and that is you, then you build a body to live in, with a view, then the walls aren’t enough and you huddle there with your neighbours, for, you say, the view, but only one of you gets the view, so … darn it, that’s dog society, isn’t it This is because humans and dogs learned to be dogs and humans together, and I think they got a little mixed up along the way. Still, it is what it is, isn’t it, and you can sure say this: humans aren’t just individual bodies but social creatures. They see arrangements like this one (the oversized humans obliterating a field, above) as the most natural thing in the world (so natural that they don’t even see it at all. Why, they even think this is the way things are.) This, too:
A Body for the Young
A multi-facetted training installation, to bring the young up to speed on individuality, communality, ownership, privacy, and the importance of viewing nature not through the grass, not through a field, not through a scarecrow, not through art, but through a house body you set up in a field, in which anything you imagine is real. Um… shouldn’t the young be starting with this …
Bunchgrass in the Snow
… and working their way up from there? Because if they’re not, then the education is social, and not physical, which is fine, but, get this, the world is physical. Shocking, I know, right, but there you go. We might as well speak the hard truths, because, I think, the coyotes are getting tired of yipping them to us at night. Alright, hard truth number 1:
“Tree” House, Aborted
There are lots of aborted bodies like this at the bottom of the hill. That’s the thing about human males. They had so much fun building their body out of the grass that they … go out and build one for the kids, instead of letting the kids build one for themselves, and then when the kids are mainlining YouTube instead of hunting gophers with the dog, they wonder what’s going on. Um, Dude, that’s because you have to build your own body yourself. You have to start from this:
That’s what bedrock looks like around here. Green planet! If you build it for the kids, it’s never there. That’s the thing about thinking in 3-D, you see, which male humans are truly great at: you might forget what female humans excel at, which is thinking in 4-D, because they were the ones who had to go out and pluck the darned desert parsley before you got scurvy, and they had to know, like, when. The fourth dimension is, of course, time. It is space, it does not flow. It’s here. If you think it flows, look again. That means you’re not here.
Tomorrow: islands in a grassy sea (and other non human spirits of great significance). Yeah, and dogs pee on them, too, geez. Until then, enjoy that body of yours, eh, and, body, just this:
Keep your mind on a leash!