the above famous illustration of the dissection of white light into multiple bands of the rainbow, to put it in cheesy terms, was first achieved in the late 18th century by Isaac Newton. See his truly poetic scientific treatise, Optics. That was heretical at that time. What is equally heretical in our time today, is to read that illustration in reverse – in such a way that would imply that the above illustration should be read, not from left to right, but from right to left. that is, in such a way as to demonstrate that history today is collapsing diversity into a mono-filiament of sameness. and certainly, that is not a good thing. for, not only will the absurd human animal be eliminated, but all non-human animals will be also, essentially making life impossible for the absurd, nihilistic human animal; through no ‘fault’ of their own. and certainly, justice would conclude, even in the terms of the single dominant animal, that the faults of a single animal should result in the total destruction of all animals, is not just. from the non-human animal POV, justice would be to eliminate the human animal.
the great paradigm of the human-animal’s rationality, is shown to be the opposite: irrational.
Us and them
And after all we’re only ordinary men
Me and you
God only knows it’s not what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear
And the front rank died
And the General sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side
Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and down
And in the end it’s only round and round and round and round
Haven’t you heard it’s a battle of words
The poster bearer cried
Listen son said the man with the gun
There’s room for you inside
“Well I mean, they’re gonna kill ya, so like, if you give ’em a quick sh… short, sharp shock, they don’t do it again.
Dig it? I mean he got off light, ’cause I coulda given ‘I’m a thrashin’ but I only hit him once.
It’s only the difference between right and wrong innit? I mean good manners don’t cost nothing do they, eh?”
Down and out
It can’t be helped but there’s a lot of it about
And who’ll deny it’s what the fighting’s all about
Out of the way it’s a busy day
I’ve got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died