Scientific idealists believe a last resort rescue of civilization from space not only imminent, but will realize the hopes of European civilization,
the good of mankind. Salvation from without, a kind of mechanized choice, always comes from those with less inner life. The aliens will be Social Democrats! So earth will be saved from pollution and overcrowding.
Stephen Hawking however worries about the contact. Hawking's fear takes the older survival view that the aliens will raid us for our resources, that outer space capitalists are like the Spanish and the English, seek earth the way Europe pillaged South America, that they are
unreconstructed social democrats! Hawking may fear big ships from depleted solar systems, but billions have been spent and years to make
Contact. But even if his ancestors were not felled by smallpox like Indians, and even if this most famous living stellar star fears contact, at least Hawking endorses the alien presence. To prepare for this biologists have begun to revise the view of survival of the fittest and now say that Darwin never meant it sound like zero sum game, that social cooperation was always the pattern of prehistoric man. Go figure. It is as unthinkable to them that aliens do not exist as it is that the Lord of Heaven and Earth does. Be ready for the undocumented messiah.
Lord Rees, astronomer royal, thinks howevesr that this alien sounds very like the one in whom he
cannot believe. Rees warned that nonetheless "aliens might prove to be beyond human understanding" [like God], that “just as a chimpanzee can’t understand quantum theory, it could be there are aspects of reality that are beyond the capacity of our brains.” It could be! Talk about reality is embarrassing to these investigators. Having banded and put radio monitors, microchips and cameras onto every species on earth to fathom their intelligence, that is, all except themselves, no one can as proud or deluded as a scientist who thinks to meet the mind of a superior after dismissing every other species of earth as inferior.
Science is superior even to itself. Autonomous processes like the collective unconscious, evolution, and "the market," are argued to exist of themselves just the way deity used. These collectives function beyond influence, of themselves, so that for example, when the unconscious perceives the need of a hero it produces one! La! These scientific autonomies are even superior to Ocean, which is not beyond influence, for it has changed its ph and temperature by externals. Ocean is not autonomous but the stock market is! These elusions mount Babel extrapolate philosophy right out of the void. Hawking at one time under the influence of Einstein believed in a version of the LORD. Now that he finds the aliens a threat however,
he says paradoxically that science makes God unnecessary.
Blake Called Them the Eternals. Not they are the Externals.
Hawking, Lord Rees, Carl Sagan hope for life on Mars. Mars, Titan and beyond. Either go to them or they will come to us. If we go out, as Sagan did in
CETI, the presumption is a return. He sent our address so they could come. It was "a sacred undertaking,"
the payload on Voyager I, and still remains so to the power of a "a thousand million years," "a kiss, a mother's first words to her newborn baby, Mozart, Beethoven...." What Hawking must worry about is that Sagan and NASA, who believe in the power of natural selection on earth,
that survival of the fittest,
do not do so in space. Rivers, volcanoes, ice caps and every other aspect of natural science occur in space but not survival of the fittest! They don't believe in evolution there!
There there are miracles! Goodman Alien boggles Hawking's mind. Simple romance sells fine.
Alien/Redeemer
It's not that these boys have challenged the existence of a Creator/Redeemer, they repudiate it and substitute the alien/redeemer mythology. Beaming all sorts of communications continually in hope of making contact is exactly a Tower of Babel. Global thought would climb to heaven and do anything! Global dismount is self-rapture. The Europeans eat the universe, despoiling earth, instrumentality science, and leave. But
Contact to find "man's true place in the universe," begs the question. That species could not find its true place on Mars if it cannot on earth:
Spoil one planet and to another go.
Any fool knows that one and one are two.
The next is treated sooner than the first.
The Europeans eat the universe
And when they're done spit out the pit and run.
This "Ancient Mariner" says, "we must prevent their escape from earth." Whether going out or coming in, the nearest historical analogy to the "science" of alien arrival is in
The Invention of America (O'Gorman) and
The Invention of the Golden Age. But science proves infallible. It corrects its error by means of more science. Every time science is wrong it is right, which beats the tar out of politics and religion, other claimants to the earth throne.
Confusion of Tongues
To counter the thinking of CETI and confuse the alien tongue we have sent another message
, a diversion to discourage their landing. Do they want to take the chance and be
contaminated by us? Model aliens would have debate this. Space parliament space is like the brain - no end to terrestrial thinking. Science thinks by projection that everything true of earth is universal, hence cosmic, except of course natural selection. That's how Lowell found "canals" on Mars. They were in Venice. Aliens must "communicate," more earth talk, but do they have a sense of humor, or are they like scientific believers? At one time 19th century poetry was a kind of religion, now science is. If alien mercy to Earth depends upon alien plurality and diversity, another ambivalence of the projected human, as in the 2009 film
District Nine, one hopes they remember the debate of Las Casas that Indians had souls. Revolutions are preparatory. Sartre and the French Resistance, taught by Franz Fanon, will go underground in Montana. Oops. Earth nuke silos, provided by science as the handmaid of business and government, are already underground.
Mass Rebellion
All this is enough to frighten the rulers into active resistance. It's enough to frighten them into inventing flying saucers! The parties of mass rebellion take counsel together. But about what and against whom?
Mennonites have already proved it impossible to live with earth rulers. Are autocratic corporations punitive? Is
Revelations 18, Babylon City Woman, an invention of the rulers to fake their own oppression,
a picture of bond traders and merchants of world capital, global internationals unmasked in the intercourse of traffic? Is double think the fortune of “an idolatrous cult of Mammon, a cult that can only merit the name ‘fornication’” (Ricardo Foulkes.
El Apocalipsis De San Juan, 189) in the democratic state? Is Polyphemus a symbol of empire? Would democrats execute Socrates? Never! Never! Never! Never means always.
So people with rulers, nations and kings "take counsel"
against the Lord, and against his anointed (2). But you will not catch them doing it.Such threats are only comprehended by fiction. The third part of the trilogy,
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest, has to stand in for the truth about it because nobody will believe that
Karen Silkwood, or anyone else is threatened by these powers. These things are done behind closed doors where only prophets see. There Ezekiel saw Lucifer's fall (Ez. 28) and the seventy elders of Israel
each at the shrine of his own idol worshiping crawling things and the detestable (Ezekiel 8). The most artful thing these powers have ever done, whether in Revelations 18, Ezekiel 8, religion, business or politics has been to turn themselves into liberators to cast the true redeemer as the oppressor, instances which occur with muchfrequency, as with the later cinematic cast of Johnny Cash's
There's A Man Going Round as an incarnation of evil.
It's hard to say (without the White Horse Rider) who's more afraid of corruption, the howling mobs of the Boxer Rebellion or the state control of Tienanmen Square. China watches its billion unfranchised dangers who might turn. America mastered its social controls, but in a productive economy. Rebellions above and below suggest earth a danger, not at all what alien propaganda media and governments show.
Western health pros think if you impose a belief on children they will rebel. They argue the semantics of "impose," thus government is rebellion's cause, (unless it's their own protocols) which contrasts with all pre-democratic, traditional experiences where the child was raised to belong to a people, ethos and tribe (that even Hilary Clinton referenced, but in a perverted manner). In China, Japan, Nigeria and elsewhere some traditional respect remains. But not in the west. Do It Is The Enchilada. Logically, to the West, all rebels are right. They are exercising free speech. Rebellion is a step toward diversity, a fight for human rights, (except for al qaeda!), except for the Taliban. It's hard on the United States to oppose the Taliban. Cast as terrorists by Western rhetoric, the Taliban think they are fighting for a way of life. Freedom fighters! Freedom means overthrow whatever law troubles the exercise of "rights." The Supreme Court proudly imposes law and is proud the people submit. Government deems people children who don't know what's best for them, that's why it must rule. Psalm 2 magnifies this to the nth degree. It's as though we confront a principle of human behavior that there is a law that there can be no law unless that law is overthrown.
This underlying attitude of
what we should do about our children suggests that turning to the police is equally troubling. They may kill the child who we wanted to "listen to reason." Many mothers wish they had never called 911 when the child threatened because when they threatened the police they went down. But the Psalm is more sure than the rebels. The "come let us reason together" part is enforced with "thou shall break them with a rod of iron" (9). A father would wish for his children to "get along," to live in peace and care for one another. While earth is no family there is a destiny of "the son" to rule. The rebellion of the future will put others to shame. Psalm 2 holds that nations, kingdoms and rulers who are afraid of one another, have even more to fear from the Anointed.
" Why do the nations so furiously rage together, why do the people imagine a vain thing?" asks Handel. It stands unanswered. But then why did the people go from John Milton to Samuel Beckett, from justifying the ways of God to a dead man sitting in a chair?
Establishing My King Upon Zion
There have been pictures of justice in the reign of Queen Elizabeth celebrated by Spenser. Psalm 2 establishes "My king Upon Zion" (6). The nations have adopted the rule, "do what you want is the whole of the law." There is no middle ground, but there is time yet in the Psalm for kings to be "wise," to be "admonished." They can yet "rejoice with trembling;" they can "do homage with purity" (12). When did this happen? Nebuchadnezzar did it, Cyrus might qualify. Sennacherib failed in his warning (
Isaiah, 36f). "Kiss the Son" (12) says King James, but planning for resistance had already begun: they say, "let us break their bands asunder." This refers to the recognition, really David's, that the Two that the nations contend with are 1) the Lord, and 2) his anointed. It is coming.
TRICK OR TREAT !
The Man Comes Around, 2002, here.
Almost the last song of Johnny Cash, worked longer than any other, was
The Man Comes Around (2002). The final scenes of the last 2008
Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, "What He Beheld," join it to a version of the space alien for a cinematic apocalypse played to Johnny Cash.
These things stand out, the left hand piano. The song references a kettle drum and the piano serves its depth. The reportage of his singing, reporting in the song, as though it were
a message. In fact Cash digested many months of study, dreams and life into this version of the Apocalypse. The speed of the rhythm guitar slightly ahead of the words makes a felt urgency against the piano bass. The high rapid beats of the rhythm at "a hundred million angels singing" is in sync with the words, implying a certainty. In reuses of it in cinema, good is visualized as evil, as though the devil were the man, as if the rebel were the judge. So for all his artistry nothing penetrates the pop rebel philosophical mind. Compare the deep tones of the left hand piano with the bass in
Messiah, part 11, "The People That Walked in Darkness" (not a Hillerman novel) especially in the bass tones of "darkness" and later in "the valley of the shadow of death"
here
From the liner notes of the CD:
I wrote and recorded ‘The Man Comes Around’ early on in this project, and for three or four months I recycled that song, over and over, until I’d have to get up out of bed, and turn on the radio. It worked for a while, but my inner playback system always went back to ‘The Man Comes Around.’
I spent more time on this song than any I ever wrote. It’s based, loosely, on the book of Revelation, with a couple of lines, or a chorus, from other biblical sources. i must have written three dozen pages of lyrics, then painfully weeded it down to the song you have here.
The initial idea for the song came from a dream I had seven years ago. i was in Nottingham, England, and had bought a book called ‘Dreaming of the Queen.’ The book talked about the great number of people in that country who dream that they are with the Queen Elizabeth II. I dreamed that I walked into Buckingham Palace, and there she sat, knitting or sewing. She had a basket of fabrics and lace. Another woman sat beside her, and they were talking and laughing. As I approached, the Queen looked up at me and said, ‘Johnny Cash! You’re like a thorn tree in a whirlwind.’ Then of course, I woke. I realized that ‘Thorn tree in a whirlwind’ sounded familiar to me. Eventually I decided that it was biblical, and found it in the book of Job. From there it grew into a song, and I started lifting things from the book of Revelation. It became ‘The Man Comes Around.’
‘Revelation’ by its mere interpretation says that something ‘is revealed.’ I wish it were. The more I dug into the book the more I came to realize why it’s such a puzzle, even to many Theologians. Eventually I shuffled my papers, so to speak, drew out four or five pages, and wrote my lyrics.”
Music to Trick or Treat in Space
And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse
There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penney pound
When the Man comes around.
Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.