“There Has to be a Being Whose Feet are Not Made of Clay.”

G-Feet. Author image.

“There has to be a being whose feet are not made of clay.” Something K said. I’ve been pondering this, especially coming from a person who seems to default most times to what I would call a tempered nihilism. Which is when the front door to overt faith is intentionally closed but the back door to a better idea is left open.

G not having feet of clay and also possessing the cosmic authority to balance things, this is enticing. Versus a Jesus or Buddha or Muhammad figure who merely professes the way things ought to be and in the end function as gatekeepers themselves. When all we seek is the way home. G provides the way home.

G of course is essentially an expression of kami, a Japanese spirit that could be referred to as a nature spirit because all spirits, all kami, within Shinto, even when present within man-made objects, have Nature as their origin. Because we do, too. Christianity and Islam demonize Man, exactly akin to critical race theory – we are cursed with original sin never even having had time to commit any. Born guilty. Born sinners. Born separated from the Divinity we seek, whatever its form. To the extent that should you, as a personality of some type, be granted access to Heaven, whatever that is, still you are NOT to identify yourself with the God.

But why not? In the Eastern mythologies, we are not only allowed to identify with the Divine, we are encouraged. Hence, unconsciously, we know, experiencing Godzilla, that G’s empowerment, appearing external, as if from the so-called natural world, is really a manifestation of our own empowerment, for we are of nature, hence we are Nature just like G is. We are G. G symbolizes what we are capable of expressing at our best and (this is the both the trickiness and inspiring jazziness of mythology; namely, that the affecting image communicates the sense and quality and authenticity of its true-fiction) at our worst. The best G flicks have G as an embodiment of the play-of-opposites. Because that’s what we are. G is not a good guy. G is not a kid’s toy. G is not silly. G is not a hero. The only thing G protects is the balance. The balance of Nature, yes, but also the balance within ourselves, for we are, all of us, of Nature. That we continually seek to disrupt the balance, that we cannot find it even if we seek it, is of course the mystery of our predicament. Which inevitably makes for a good story.

Throughout history, electoral politics f*cks people up into thinking they have it right. Oh, our group has finally got it right – the human potential movement, for instance, is coming to pass! Now is no different. The crazy leftists and socialists becoming what they hate, namely, righteous zealots who tolerate no resistance. (The term “progressives” is a misnomer – they’re better described as “regressives” because anybody who reads the history of socialism knows it ends in tyranny). Anyway, that’s what the leftists hated about Trump. Well, it’s what they seem to hate about everybody: simply that you won’t do what they say. End of story when you get to this point, you’ve simply arrived where all tyrants arrive, the, as J.C. called them, “hoarder of the general benefit.” G shatters this schism. But here’s the key which just so happens to be endlessly entertaining (because it is human nature to enjoy watching ourselves): ther resolution, correction and rebalancing ISN’T PRETTY.

What do I mean? G arrives with a mandate of salvation but also destruction. Perhaps akin to Shiva, too, death and destruction invites birth and creation. Here you are, says G without saying it: yourselves. He’s an affecting image, not a personality (we know this is where the G filmmakers tended to f*ck up their own mythic genius, it happens, especially when money and ignorance are involved). I am each of you – the best and the worst in you and this is how the world is: a spectrum of all things, the mysterium tremendum.

We know in our hearts what is right and we do its opposite anyway. We have feet of clay. And we always will. Be humble in that way. The closest you can get to enlightenment turns out to be a realization and surrender to this dark aspect in concert with the light. The poor leftists. Always there is a group seeking a so-called compassionate utopia. And drunk on their idealism. And it inevitably frustrates them into a hangover condition of becoming mean-spirited and bitter. They become what they hate. Utopian societies were popular in the 19th century and also, of course, in the late sixties, when folks like Nancy Pelosi were young.

But the politics is always boring, current events are duller than a cold pile of cat sh*t. And they stink like it, too, especially when distorted and propagandized by the click-bait mandated, money-mad media conglomerates. But to MYTHOLOGIZE the predicament, now we really begin to get sh*t done psychologically, hence mythologically. We want to be G (perpetually forgetting that we already are). We want to be thusly empowered. Hence, capable of attacking the power tower whenever we want and to suffer zero damage in the process. Wrecking things is part of our biology-psychology-mythology, after all. Some folks, the hoarders of the general benefit, the petty tyrants of this world that appear over and over throughout history, hence throughout the mythologies, are destined to play this role; we wouldn’t have a story (and perhaps life itself, as we know it, at least) without them.

But you can’t be righteous when you see things in mythological terms, when you remain aware of the light and the dark within us all. Myth humbles. It allows for perspective. Because we always see ourselves within it. We wrote it, after all. And, yes, each of us is no better and no worse than anyone else. But only in terms of existential value, let’s call it. Day to day, rather, the social function of cultural and personal mythology requires a merit based system: you have to earn your keep. It doesn’t always have to be directly about money. Express your veritelically authentic personal mythology – be who you truly are – and you are bestowing your boon. If nothing else, you are leading by a good example. Will you thus be a symbol of good? Within the balance, within myth, it doesn’t matter. Which is to say it isn’t a proper question. What’s important is that you will be a symbol of truth – the only truth we somehow seem to have access to in this crazy world and our crazy lives. I don’t have the answers. This post has nothing to do with trying to bestow them. I’m just trying my best to write it out and get to a better place, to get home in my head and heart if nothing else. It never entirely works, of course, writing it out. Nothing does, But some things get you closer than others. So be it.

From the 16th century Chinese tale, The Journey to the West: “[The Monkey King] saw, however, that the people of the world were all seekers after profit and fame; there was no one who showed concern for his appointed end.”

When will end this quest for fortune and fame,

This tyrant of early rising and retiring late?

Riding on mules they long for noble steeds;

By now prime ministers, they hope to be kings.

For food and raiment they suffer stress and strain,

Never fearing Yama’s call to reckoning.

Seeking wealth and power to give to sons of sons,

There’s not one ever willing to turn back.

Cheng’en Wu, The Journey to the West: Volume I, Anthony C. Yu, trans., ed., revised edition, (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2012), 109.