The Machine Will Never Triumph, part eleven
A tale told by an idiot
Modern life is a tale told by an idiot;
flat-chested, crop-headed, chemicalised women, of indeterminate sex,
and wimbly-wambly young men, of sex still more indeterminate,
and hygienic babies in huge hulks of coffin-like perambulators—
The great social idiot, it must be confessed,
tells dull, meaningless, disgusting tales,
and repeats himself like the flushing of a W.C.1
Life is fecund, but far too much of modern life is sterile. The external manifestations of the modern zeitgeist are particularly visible in the interplay between the sexes, and in the ways each sex behave. Both men and women are becoming increasingly androgynous. In the animal kingdom, aside from rare genetic deformities, all beings are sexed. All that is alive has defined gender. Only that which is not alive, namely machines, are without gender. By becoming more androgynous, humanity becomes more like machines. The genetic defects that were once so rare in the animal kingdom are becoming increasingly common in humans. It is possible that certain pervasive chemicals are making both men and women neuter, chemical eunuchs. This is a great travesty if it can be confirmed, and is one of the great reasons why the air, water, and ground need to be cleaned up. If we continue on the current path, we can only say along with Lawrence that “I believe the race of men is dying out: nothing left but women, eunuchs, and Robots.”2
And the way things are going, there will only be eunuchs and robots. Contemporary gender theories and transhumanism are complete insanity and are a direct road to Hell. This is because modern man has made a Faustian pact with the Machine and tied his ego to technological “advancements.” As Thomas Merton writes:
The conscious life of modern man is completely lost in intellectual abstractions, sensual fantasies, political, social, and economic clichés, and in the animal cunning of the detective or the salesman. All that is potentially valuable and vital in him is relegated to the subconscious mind: and sex is not what he most tends to suppress. The tragedy of modern man is that his creativity, his spirituality, and his contemplative independence are inexorably throttled by a superego that has sold itself without question or compromise to the devil of technology.
Notice that this mentality existed also in the past, in the magician and the medicine man, in the astrologer, the alchemist, and the witch. These too were spiritual monsters who entered into a Faustian pact with evil and immolated their creative freedom, their contemplative innocence, on the altar of power. These men were the true ancestors of the modern technological bureaucrat: the man who wants nothing but to control things, and to manipulate people as objects. In the old days the Faust pact worked for only a few because society was healthy. Today it works for millions: we live in a Faustian world.3
Men and Women
All this talk of equality between the sexes is merely an expression of sex-
Men and women should learn tenderness to each other
and to leave one another alone.4
There should be no equality between the sexes, because there is no equality between the sexes. A man is a man, and a woman is a woman. Equality of opportunity is not the same as equality as such. A child and a grown man are both human, but no one would claim they are equal. Rather than forcing an equality in which men and women both lose touch with their innate gender, we should teach boys and girls to have pride in their sex, and to treat people of the other sex with loving-kindness. But, there should never be a meeting in the middle, since that is a disaster. Academics, postmodern philosophers, feminists, and gender theorists desire the destruction of man and woman, and their merging with animal and machine. That would be the destruction of the human race. Instead, humans should achieve consummation through a soulmate, just as Plato made clear in the Symposium, and as Lawrence makes clear as follows:
She had realised, for the first time, with finality and fatality, what was the illusion she laboured under. She had thought that each individual had a complete self, a complete soul, an accomplished I. And now she realized as plainly as if she had turned into a new being, that this was not so. Men and women had incomplete selves, made up of bits assembled together loosely and somewhat haphazard. Man was not created ready-made. Men today were half-made, and women were half-made. Creatures that existed and functioned with certain regularity, but which ran off into a hopeless jumble of inconsequence.
Half-made, like insects that can run fast and be so busy and suddenly grow wings, but which are only winged grubs after all. A world full of half-made creatures on two legs, eating food and degrading the one mystery left to them, sex. Spinning a great lot of words, burying themselves inside the cocoons of words and ideas that they spin round themselves, and inside the cocoons, mostly perishing inert and overwhelmed.
Half-made creatures, rarely more than half-responsible and half-accountable, acting in terrible swarms, like locusts.
Awful thought!—And with a collective insect-like will, to avoid the responsibility of achieving any more perfected being or identity. The queer, rabid hate of being urged on into purer self. The morbid fanaticism of the non-integrate.5
What’s the good of a man
unless there’s the glimpse of a god in him?
And what’s the good of a woman
unless she’s a glimpse of a goddess of some sort?6
Men and women are both worthless without a connection to the Gods. Modern gender theory, along with all other modern theories are damaging to the body, mind, and soul. The antidote to these dangerous theories is a deep connection to virgin nature and to the Divine. Any question put to one by one’s psyche can be answered by ancient myths. Modern theories are devastating to one’s wholeness, so one should avoid them and spend time deep in prayer and meditation. Of course, opening one to the Gods makes one vulnerable, but in a healthy, human manner. Without that one is only a thing. As Lawrence writes:
Unravished! The whole world was ravished.
Some things can’t be ravished. You can’t ravish a tin of sardines. And so many women are like that; and men. But the earth…!7
The whole earth is alive, alive. And we who poison the earth are poisoning a living thing. We are rapists and murderers due to our heinous deeds, and “modern city people [are] about the crudest, rawest, most crassly savage monkeys that ever existed[…] All I see in our vaunted civilisation is men and women smashing each other emotionally and psychically to bits, and all I ask is that they should pause and consider.”8 Just stop for a moment and think what you are doing. Each action you take is consequential. You have the power to harm or to heal. Please make the right decision for life’s sake.
The ideologists of the Machine desire the destruction of both man and nature. Current ideologies advocate for the destruction of sex and gender, and the end of boundaries between man and animal, and man and machine. Things that were once identified at birth are now self-identified. People are being forced to choose pronouns, and not in the sense of declaring that the second-person singular “thou” is their favorite. This is insane. There are homeless people, crazy people who think they are dogs. They are sick and need help, but now when a person suddenly thinks he or she is the opposite of what they are, society impels them to propel forward into nothingness. Only in the postmodern world is it a virtue to be a eunuch, a neuter. Locations across the globe that are “woke” are enforcing these strange and terrifying gender ideologies, to the point that employees in many companies and students at schools must wear name-tags listing their “preferred” pronoun. This is a colossal aberration and is another symptom of man’s flight from God. As bad as things seem, they are likely even worse in reality. As the Catholic philosopher Max Picard (whose writings The Flight from God and The World of Silence are highly recommended) writes:
It is probable that things are even more monstrous than our description of them, that their monstrosity is so vast that human language is quite incapable of describing it. Human language is not made to the measure of this monstrosity.
A great dumbness, vast as the monsters themselves, broods over things. In the absence of the word they make great efforts to communicate by means of sound; but the sound resembles in its uncouthness the noises of the deaf and dumb. The dumbness is so great that it could almost fall over backwards into speech. But there only the call of factory sirens, rising and dying away, sending their call through the whole world as though in an appeal for salvation and redemption.9
All of Lawrence’s writings, particularly the essays included in his Late Essays and Articles militate against modern gender theories. Lawrence demolished the theories before they even existed. But, for a great, concise counterpoint to all the prevailing theories, one can do no better than to quote the following lines from Thomas Merton:
A TREE gives glory to God by being a tree. For in being what God means it to be it is obeying Him. It “consents,” so to speak, to His creative love. It is expressing an idea which is in God and which is not distinct from the essence of God, and therefore a tree imitates God by being a tree.
The more a tree is like itself, the more it is like Him. If it tried to be like something else which it was never intended to be, it would be less like God and therefore it would give Him less glory.
No two created beings are exactly alike. And their individuality is no imperfection. On the contrary, the perfection of each created thing is not merely in its conformity to an abstract type but in its own individual identity with itself. This particular tree will give glory to God by spreading out its roots in the earth and raising its branches into the air and the light in a way that no other tree before or after it ever did or will do.10
Lawrence, D. H. Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Edited by Michael Squires. London: Penguin Books, 2009.
———. Late Essays and Articles. Edited by James T. Boulton. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2014.
———. The Letters of D. H. Lawrence. Edited by James T. Boulton, Margaret H. Boulton, and Gerald M. Lacy. Vol. VI. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2002.
———. The Plumed Serpent. Edited by L. D. Clark. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2002.
———. The Poems. Edited by Christopher Pollnitz. Vol. 1. Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2013.
Merton, Thomas. New Seeds of Contemplation. New York: New Directions, 2007.
———. The Inner Experience. New York: HarperOne, 2004.
Picard, Max. The Flight from God. Translated by Marianne Kuschnitsky and J. M. Cameron. South Bend: St. Augustine’s Press, 2015.
D. H. Lawrence, The Poems, ed. Christopher Pollnitz, vol. 1 (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2013), 453.
D. H. Lawrence, The Letters of D. H. Lawrence, ed. James T. Boulton, Margaret H. Boulton, and Gerald M. Lacy, vol. VI (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2002), 239.
Thomas Merton, The Inner Experience (New York: HarperOne, 2004), 129.
Lawrence, The Poems, 1:534.
D. H. Lawrence, The Plumed Serpent, ed. L. D. Clark (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2002), 105–6.
Lawrence, The Poems, 1:579.
D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover, ed. Michael Squires (London: Penguin Books, 2009), 94.
D. H. Lawrence, Late Essays and Articles, ed. James T. Boulton (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2014), 302.
Max Picard, The Flight from God, trans. Marianne Kuschnitsky and J. M. Cameron (South Bend: St. Augustine’s Press, 2015), 89.
Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation (New York: New Directions, 2007), 29.