Saturday, October 14, 2017

Evil Loves Optimism

As the summer of 2017 came to a close and fall reluctantly arrived, the world, especially the U.S., suffered. No less than 4 hurricanes-- Harvey, Irma (pictured), Maria, and Nate struck the U.S. As I write, Ophelia threatens Ireland and the British Isles.
The 10 hurricanes in the Atlantic and the destructive Typhoons in the Pacific may be the natural swirling of Nature, but what is not is the strength and number of these storms. They, along with floods, droughts, and fire, come from an overheated environment, the evil of man-made, pollution-generated global warming. It is no longer mere conjecture that human pollution is causing disastrous climate change; it is science.

The history of the loss and suffering in Texas, Florida, Puerto Rico, and California is still being written. The evil goes beyond climate change to include the cruel responses, from indifference to the sadistic cruelty on the part of the president. The videos of our president tossing paper towels to a handful of chosen people in Puerto Rico will always be one of the most cynical and despicable moving images of our time. I refuse to post it.

Instead of admitting what is happening to the lives of citizens of this country, much less what is happening ecologically to Bangladesh, London, and countless other places around the Earth, Republicans and the president deny the depth of the destruction. We hear only about how great things are, we hear about the power of prayer, we are told that all will be just fine. Texans are strong. Floridians are resilient. California will rebuild. Puerto Ricans... well, potus says that perhaps this is their fault. They are people of color. Are they really fellow citizens? What does it matter about those others: Asians killed by typhoons, the victims of genocide in Myanmar, the radioactive waste from Japan. Nothing to worry about, right?

The misery in Puerto Rico is completely unacceptable

Homes and infrastructure lie in ruins outside the city of Caguas, Puerto Rico. (Michael Robinson Chavez/The Washington Post)

Here I could go on to place photos of the melting ice North and South, the shrinking glaciers, earthquakes, rising seas, the incomprehensible seas of plastic filling our oceans and killing sea birds and sea life universally. Species are becoming extinct. The list of horrors goes on and on. But the single greatest hindrance to doing something to prevent the increase of the horrors is optimism. Go ahead, have more babies; over-population is a hoax. Global warming is a hoax; so go ahead, build more coal-powered plants, go ahead with more mining, clear-cutting, oil exploration. Pay no attention to the hysteria over pollution of water and air. Technology will save us from our excesses. Companies that do the most polluting and the most damage in clear cutting forests and blasting mountains for ore are happy to see us praying, happy to see us full of faith in the goodness of mankind, thrilled at our persistent optimism, no matter how destructive the evil and the suffering they cause. 

Our government, our military, and the military regimes of countries in which the populace suffers, are all itching for war. Religious war. Capitalism vs. Socialism. Proud instances of Nationalism, which is all too often nothing but a form of racism, are all setting up their ramparts: from Charlottesville to Barcelona, from Myanmar to North Korea, from Israel to Syria and Iran, armies of darkness are gathering, gathering their weapons, stoking their hatred. They enjoy a good laugh at the belief in lasting peace, the optimism that war is avoidable rather than inevitable.


Monday, September 18, 2017

Grey Area

As  a member of the group Homo Sapiens, I want to make clear how I see myself and the rest of humanity.  First of all I do not identify as an Atlantan. Atlanta is a big, mediocre city that is more liberal than not. Fine. I could just as well live in Seattle, Big Sur, Hawaii, Ireland, Scotland, or New Zealand...

I do not identify, therefore, as Georgian, or Southern, or American in the narrow sense of the U.S. or the broad sense of North and South American. Geographic origin is unimportant to me. I don't care what region of the world my ancestors inhabited. 

My grandmother told me I have all races in me. That was good enough for me when I was a child, and it is good enough for me now. Others see me as white, though I am flesh colored with a hint of salmon (Lord knows I eat enough salmon). Naive, or not, I find that "White" or Caucasian means nothing to me. Perhaps if I were clearly Black or Jewish or some other historically persecuted minority, I would think differently.  Perhaps not, for there are Jews and Blacks in my family. I do feel that the persecution of gays throughout history has something to do with me. Yet, I abhor all racial, sexual, and religious persecution. In the history of the world, there have been great and marvelous people of every race; and there have been even more villains, knaves, bigots, and hateful people in every race. Genocide has been the rule over and over again; it still is. Look at Myanmar, for example. As a human being I feel proud of the good and loving people in each race as I am ashamed of the evil or bigoted beings. 

I do identify as bisexual; in part because I think being bisexual is part of being fully human. Are we born with a tendency to be more straight or gay? I honestly don't know. I've generally held to the Kinsey Scale on that subject. I have loved people of all the major races and both sexes. I love the diversity of humanity. The torture and murder conducted by the Inquisition and by all similar religious or nationalist societies that show no religious, ethnic, or moral tolerance horrify me. That is why I repeat often the view of the  Universal Declaration of Human Rights authored in part by Eleanor Roosevelt. Human rights over-ride religious rites.

There is another form of prejudice that it is essential to recognize: Ageism. At 70 I am aware of this often subtle discrimination. Not so subtle is a hatred of old white males because of the evil done by many old white males. But that is just as much bigotry as any other form. Simone De Beauvoir wrote a moving and brilliant book on how society, especially Western society, perpetuates ageism. 

Simone de Beauvoir's Philosophy of Age: Gender, Ethics, Time

Because of hatred, bigotry and genocide; because of our overall disregard of other life forms and nature; it is my view that we shall not survive as a species. Climate change, pollution, wars, and over-population will all eventually destroy us.  All the more reason to enjoy the beauty and love, the joy of life as much as we are able, with compassion for other humans and for nature.


Thursday, September 07, 2017


My grandmother died when I was 16; I could not understand how things just went on as before. I wrote a poem about the world spinning on without a wince of grief. The thought was naive and self-centered. Yet now, as the catastrophes in India barely make the news, as the Western wildfires rage hardly noticed, as even the death and destruction of Harvey fade before the current news stories and awe over Irma, I think what I wrote might have touched the tip of an iceberg of social consciousness concerning loss and suffering. Not only are we deficient in our attention to world disasters, we are quick to forget most of the horrors we witness. Witness Nazi and Confederate flags in our streets today. The people with memory, compassion, understanding, and willingness to help, to change the very causes of suffering are rare. We are mentally and physically limited and can only endure so much before turning away completely. We do not learn. Not most of us, anyway. Jung's Collective Unconscious has that flaw, it is not conscious, not as morally aware as we need. My grandmother lived and died, had joys and pain, cared for her grandchildren. She disappears into Death's dateless night. So shall we all.

-- Jameson

Tuesday, September 05, 2017


Evening Orchid on our screen porch.

Today feels like the first day of autumn. The French doors are open to the cool breeze. Sunlight and shadow from the Crepe Myrtle form a dancing pattern on the living room curtains. The leaves of the oaks are pure green. The sky is pure blue.

The climate disasters happening around the world, from India to Texas, to the Caribbean, have weighed on my mind the past weeks. How is it possible to be indifferent to the suffering and the loss faced by millions of people? What should my response be to this destruction of human existence and livelihood by the forces of Nature? It is tempting to do what so many do: give a little money to the Red Cross or other charity, and go about my business. I haven't the means to do more. Right? Could I roll up my sleeves, quit my job, and take my 70-year-old self to Texas to help rebuild Houston? Alas, I am not Jimmy Carter.

Yet, I cannot ignore what is happening, either. As a philosopher, I am driven by the question of a mindful response. How do I reconcile sitting on my porch, sipping my coffee, eating something with cinnamon and honey, enjoying the cool breeze when such horrors are taking place ?

There is no ethical answer for me. There is only the wider perspective. I see civilization as a Mandala, as a sand painting:

Chenrezig sand mandala created at the House of Commons of the United Kingdom on the occasion of the Dalai Lama's visit in May 2008

The Buddhists who create such beauty in the form of mandalas are aware of impermanence. They do not try to keep what by nature cannot last. The mandala has been known and used in the creation of art and religious symbols in virtually all civilizations. Psychologists have studied the relationship of the mandala to the human psyche. Jung was especially enchanted by mandalas and their universality. In its own way, the Total Eclipse we saw in August was a perfect Mandala.

Photograph by Steve Killian

By accepting impermanence, by knowing that the world of becoming will perish -- unlike Plato's world of being, of pure forms-- we can more fully appreciate and love what beauty there is, what wonders we experience. The orchid above will wither and decay. Flawed humans, bent on development, over-population, wars, materialism, and competition, will bring about the destruction of the very habitat they need to survive. Humans will undermine their own existence, taking with them countless other species. Given our present conditions, given the facts presented by the scientists and those enlightened enough to follow their reason from what is happening to the approaching future, the inevitability of our death is certain. Knowing the sublime Mandala's erasure, its scattering, is at hand, I return to my porch, to the lovely morning, to the timely sound of the wind-chime. 


Fresh flames rage at Texas chemical plant flooded by Harvey

Tonight, the strongest storm ever to arise from the Atlantic Ocean brings terror to the Islands and eventually, it seems, to Florida. Its winds near 200 mph. portend even more climate disaster. This time it may be the Mandala that wipes us away, rather than the other way around.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

The Heart of Darkness Continued

Part 2

  Music of the Spheres

Solar Eclipse from

The Zone of Totality

Part 1 described the ecstasy of beholding a total eclipse of the Sun in North Georgia. The photo here was made by my dear friend Steve Killian with whom Darryl, several other Killians, and I  enjoyed the splendid, inspiring day of the eclipse-- feasting on BBQ and swimming in the sunny pool. 

It is thrilling to enjoy life, appreciating the beauty of Nature and the blessings of love and friendship. Yet, for all that, for all my desire that the beauty and richness of existence would prove an enduring plenitude, I know what the future holds for this lovely planet Earth.

Just as the Moon followed its orbit, just as its disc covered the disc of the far more distant Sun, forces are moving Earth as certainly toward its own darkness. We can champion and celebrate our lives, enjoy what we consider good in life, promote the small victories of curing a disease, saving a species here and there, cleaning up some of the garbage and filth we heap everywhere, land and sea. Yet we know, and science proves, that a planet with a 2 billion increase of population from 7 to 9 billion people in the next 30 years cannot sustain us. Whether we admit the scientific truth or not, focus on happy thoughts... or not, take to religion or the power of positive thinking, the inevitable is already happening, will continue to happen until the planet warms to catastrophic levels, the seas rise, many species become extinct, and the planet we love so much turns to desolation and death. 

Should I add, as Al Gore does in his new film, or good journalists do daily now, the details of glaciers and polar caps melting, increasing deadly floods and storms, dying species, micro-plastic consumption by sea life everywhere, the devastation of overpopulation, the already occurring disasters from Nature under assault from our unimaginably vast pollution, the possibility and reality of wars...? No, the evidence is simply too great to ignore by all who are able to understand it. Science and truth are indifferent to our religion, our blind optimism, our hiding from the facts.

Scientific evidence for warming of the climate system is unequivocal.  

Read while the facts are still available. Yes, this is really happening despite what T. and his corporate puppets are saying. Despite religion. Despite the power of positive thinking and despite ignoring the truth.

Vital Signs of the Planet: Global Climate Change and Global Warming. Long-term effects of global climate change in the United States.


Unlike many, I am able to live the maxim: Eat, drink and be Merry; for tomorrow we shall perish. We shall, sooner than most realize. Watching the indifferent Moon block from our view the indifferent Sun made me aware, as if in a revelation, that Plato was right about Beauty. It is a Form, an Ideal that transcends our fragile existence. From the point of view of eternity, as Spinoza was aware, our passing worldly cares are nothing.

Jack Jameson
August 2017

The Heart of Darkness (Total Eclipse)

Part 1

    Total Eclipse from The Dillard House. Photography by Steve Killian.

    Lee and I enjoy the pool at the Dillard House. Photo by Karen Killian.

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          View Through Lee's telescope
    Ours is a country of absurdity and ignorance. Try as I might, it is hard not to be condescending rather than sympathetic. These were some of the sweet people here for the eclipse. Everyone here was amazed by it. They realized at last that yes they could stare in awe at the Sun and Moon during totality, with no glasses, filters, or fear. As darkness arrived, as a cool breeze arrived, as that wonder in the sky shone forth, we all felt an ecstasy, no other word for it. No photos will convey it. All who saw today's total eclipse here in North Georgia, will always recall it. Philosophy begins in wonder; we all were momentary philosophers today, young, old, all races, all creeds, humbled by sublime celestial beauty. With Darryl GossettKaren KillianSteve KillianJacob Killian, Lee, David, and Carl.
    As the Moon, this Moonday, leaves the disc of the Sun, leaving us as in a dream state, I am saturated with a sense of eternity. For two and a half minutes we took off the filter glasses, all the cheering and talking stopped, and we felt the bond of sharing a sacred experience of Nature Naturing as Spinoza would say. That image, the Moon, encircled by the Sun's corona will be with me as long as I live. Yes, we shall post photographs, but the holistic holiness is ours and belongs to those of us in the Zone of Totality.

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    Benjamin Head Here (Savannah) the eclipse was doused by rain.

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    After a gathering in the Killian room, we had a delicious dinner of country ham, fresh lima beans, fried okra ... Then Steve and I whipped out our binoculars and beheld the Milkyway, Scorpio, the big and little dippers, the Summer Triangle of Vega, Deneb, and Altair, Jupiter, Saturn, and bright Arcturus. Later, after a soak in the jacuzzi with Karen, under the starry sky, I happened to see Brilliant Venus in the predawn East from our balcony. The bright Sun this morning promises eclipse ecstasy in a few hours.
    After a nice long swim in the pool, I tried out my eclipse glasses on the lovely disc of the Sun. The ancients who worshiped the Sun as a God knew a wisdom we have forgotten.
    Jack Miller The hysteria over going blind is a good thing for those ignorant of how to use filters and projections. As someone who has looked at the Sun through a powerful telescope, been through a solar eclipse before, and read about eclipse glasses, I think I won't become Tiresias just yet.