Aside from some purely expository remarks on the arithmetic of historical calculus theologians have not paid much attention to my reflections.30 Jun
Moving in the opposite direction to the morality of nonviolence, and also away from the traditional criterion, is Marcuse’s ethical reflection on revolution. In his opinion the fact of revolution, judged by the concepts prevailing in normal state of affairs, is always immoral by very definition: for basically revolution attacks the legitimacy and morality of the established order. But revolution is designed to do just that; it seeks to generate some new moral order and set up a different moral order. The ethics of revolution decides between the “right of the existing order” and the ‘right of what might and perhaps should be” on the basis of “historical calculus” that is rational and basically empirical. It is an inhumane calculus insofar as it operates in quantitative terms, counting up the victims of the revolution on one hand and those of the established order on the other; but its inhumanity is the inhumanity of history itself.
Aside from some purely expository remarks on the arithmetic of Marcuses’ historical calculus theologians have not paid much attention to his reflections.
Only Trutz Rendtorff seems to echo Marcuse here, when he quotes and then adds his own comments “Change itself is an ethical category, a category of the morality that is possible and real here and now.”
Hailed as a masterpiece of American travel writing, Blue Highways is an unforgettable journey along our nation’s backroads. William Least Heat-Moon set out with little more than the need to put home behind him and a sense of curiosity about “those little towns that get on the map-if they get on at all-only because some cartographer has a blank space to fill: Remote, Oregon; Simplicity, Virginia; New Freedom, Pennsylvania; New Hope, Tennessee; Why, Arizona; Whynot, Mississippi.” His adventures, his discoveries, and his recollections of the extraordinary people he encountered along the way amount to a revelation of the true American experience.
Sophia Begot Barbelo
Once upon a bygone time,
Before the time of nursery rhymes
When water flowed with finite brine
Epinoia spewed perfume’s divine
But there was no nose to smell her vine
No tongue to taste her fruits of wine
No ear to listen to music chimes
No eyes to see radiant beauty shine
No touch to caress in evening time.
And as the fountain of all radiance
She spewed star dust, The First aether Dance.
birthed daughter Sophia; Mother’s first romance
a mirror of magic in winds of enhance.
A mother’s child full grown one day
And taught her love a virgin’s way
Together breathing garden spray
In radiance of heaven’s play.
The power of virgins flew far away
Came down to earth and kissed the clay
And man appeared in break of day
As girls made boys to share and play.
And as earth crust twisted, spun and turned
Boiling hot oil within her burned
A ball of butter melted churned
Made cosmic fire explode her ferns.
The sun shone hot to bake her clay
As spinning mass made night and day
An atmosphere to soothe the blaze
As heavens called; her dead man raised
To rapture some to Mother’s womb above
All woman’s spirits cooed like doves
Gave every life a taste of love
As newly open eyed mom above.
Love was the essence of her connection
Robbers came; taught man insurrection
And made clay genders with sore infection
To mine for gold little god defections.
And stars on high cried heaving tears
As gasses flamed and terrors smeared
And gods fought earth as man stole gears
And soured the wine; binding woman in fear.
And earthquakes rocked; volcanoes blew
As boiling lava overflowed
And hurricanes made cleansing news
Tsunami tidal waves came through.
And heavens pulled the earth apart
As ozone holes exposed hind parts
When fiery oil spilled gusher starts
Made men to die from weak failed hearts.
And Mother’s womb took back her chord
They didn’’t know that She was Lord
And all men died in one accord
Their breath cut off by the Elysium sword