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The Benevolent Aesthete
Comment:
In order to ascertain just how little certainty there is in the world, Descartes constructeda demon. This demon had the power to cloud the senses completely with a false reality. How,
it was asked, can one know with certainty that this demon doesn't exist and doesn't
blindfold us as we speak? How do we know that this is the real world?
If this reminds you of the Matrix - or vice-versa - then you've got the basic idea.
Descartes supposedly got out of this dilemma by asserting that God exists, that God is good,
and that a good God wouldn't allow such deception. But there were a number of flaws with
this escape to certainty. One flaw was in that third step and its implication that deception
is universally bad. Descartes pays no notice to the possibility of benevolent deception.
The Thomas Theorem: "If people define a situation as real, then it is real in its
consequences for them."
White lies are her instrument.
A neighbor shows her letters from her late husband. She steals those letters, makes copies,
and returns them unnoticed. She uses those copies along with some aging chemicals to
construct a brand new letter from a long-lost love, a letter lost in a plane crash thirty
years ago and only recently recovered.
A man with an unrequited fixation and a woman desiring to be the object of such a fixation
fail to notice each other. Through a few subtle embellishments of the truth, a perfect match
is made.
A young man's job at a fruit market is a living hell, thanks to the boss who constantly
mocks him in the public square. Suddenly, this boss's life becomes increasingly nonsensical
in tiny and increasingly frustrating ways. It's as if God Himself suspended the normal rule
of logic in his apartment. Or perhaps karma is real.
If karma is real, the white liar could use some of it right now. Tears strike the kitchen
floor because a friend betrayed her and stole the man she secretly admired. But it will all
be righted soon, for she is creating another lie in her mind. She shapes it with exquisite
detail. As it turns out, the theft was unsuccessful and he continued looking for the true
mystery woman. He's walking across the street to her apartment building. He's climbing the
stairs. He reaches her door and quietly opens it. He creeps up to the beaded curtain that
marks the entrance to the kitchen where his true love stands. He gently runs his fingers
across the curtain.
The beads move.
The beads move! In that second when she spins around to acknowledge the fruits of her mental
miracle, she marvels at her talents, at how her powers do not stop at the deception of
people, for she just told a white lie to reality and reality bought it! She dreamed up a way
to bring beauty into her drab corner of the world and it worked, and now she is united with
this other idealist, this man who is just like - oh.
It's just the cat.
Mix #57, a renovation. Made in September of 2006, inspired in part by Kierkegaard (the philosopher) and Amelie (the movie).
(EDIT: mix now uploaded. If the link's expired, or if you'd like to hear one of my other mixes, just send me a message.)
Feedback:
Ah, but central to the whole thing -- the accidental discovery of a box of memories, the search for its owner, the absolute life-changing joy of that reunion, the incongruous juxtaposition of the death of a princess fading into un-noticed wallpaper. Yes, like Kierkegaard, under another protective pseudonym, we feel only that which touches us. Everything else is noises off.Your mix is filled with substance. I think I hear it in the songs I recognize. Is it the hoped for "lover" or is it "just the cat". I'm keeping my eyes closed for the moment.
Your notes are superb and as the fella before me said "Your mix is filled with substance" but for me its kinda like a boxing match, oh c'mon indulge me...Everything is going well and I'm throwing punches-Biff Bam powwww until that Josh Rouse song (btw I'm a fan) has me on the ropes asking my corner to throw in the towel but back you come with Si Paloma and for that we shall shake hands and you will emerge the victor, fine mix.
A fantastic mix (props on the D-Plan and Manitoba especially), and great notes! Indeed, perhaps we are all sleepers in the Creator's everlasting dream, caught up in an uncomfortable, barely discernable reality.