The erotic life of the soul
‘Welcome to the Machine’ from Pink Floyd still swirls around in my head from when I was a teenager.
And the world has too many machine metaphors for me. And it’s the functionalism of the modern secular world that gets me the most(and its utilitarianism). And I know we got some good things from the industrial revolution, but you would have to say, it had its own particular style and taste. And some of that was handed down from the factory or the assembly line.
And that’s when we became ‘units of production’. And that is when we became cogs in the machine. And got ourselves on that conveyor belt. And that is when everyone started making a virtue out of these things. But mechanical metaphors don’t describe the mystery of the universe. And what about the poetic basis of mind? And what about the soul? And what about its imagination? And how did we get this terrible love for a cold efficiency?