Ancient wisdom says:”As above, so bellow”. It is so unequivocal that we are tempted to take it on face value. And it is literal to such a degree that on the first sight we are tempted to consider it meaningless. Surely, these days it really seems to appear meaningless to most of us. Who can spare a moment to take a closer look?
Ancient wise men will not emerge from the mists of past and will probably forever remain unknown, but they left us a legacy of their peculiar accomplishment: namely, they realized that there is an order inscribed in the skies. In addition, out of some now forgotten reasons and motivations, they believed that men and women are sons and daughters of the stars, as well as the sons and daughters of the earth, and that it is all so natural and accurate, logical and rightful, to copy the heavenly order to earth; to inscribe the all too obvious order from above all across this loom of ours bellow.
This accomplishment of ancient wise men equals the discoveries of fire and the wheel. It was perfectly clear to them that flame and the circle come from the skies, from above, and it never occurred to them to take the credit for their invention for themselves. Modest and reasonable and probably hedonistic, because, remember, the world was young, they fitted the last jewel in the crown of their cognition: all heavenly gifts, including life itself, should be properly celebrated.
That ancient celebration is passed down even to us and we play it out as best as we can. It coincides with the most important date for human race, as our ancestors saw it, i.e. the winter solstice. Neither Church Fathers of antiquity where foolish when they choose the date of celebrating the Saviour’s birthday. What other logic could they apply to set it properly? In any case they were not subjected to chance, a principle so dear to us today
On the other hand, today we live in the triumphantly ascendant Empire of Chance. The obvious expression of Chance is democracy in politics, but tendency is obvious in other areas too, from art to philosophy, from technology to economy. What a pleasant self-deceit! All problems will go away when we become able to do as we like. It’s sufficient to be backed with some kind of majority. And we will get the majority, we’ll work out a compromise, we’ll do the bargain. After all, isn’t it only reasonable thing to do?
Mind darkened by Enlightenment and democracy made us childish, even little retarded: stellar constellations should be agreed upon by majority vote. And as the majority can never agree on anything, we are left to enjoy our bitterness, dreaming about enforcing our will, of course, under the guise of rationality. We know what is best for all. That’s the reason why we have democratic discussions and loud arguments even over ceremonial questions: celebrations of heavenly occurrences should be declared meaningless and superstitious. Slowly but surely we are fixing our gaze down. The order from above must be denied, or we’ll never impose the world of Chance here bellow; we’ll never build our Empire of United Nations of Vain Arbitrariness. To add insult to injury, we are prone to forget that this frivolity has to be paid for by somebody. Well, ok, we’ll democratically agree upon that too, once the system is in full gear. The payment will be provided by … who else than naive fools?
However, in spite of this we should not abstain from celebrating the ancient festivals. Regardless of whether it is the birth of Christ who died for us; the birthday of Mithra who killed the Bull of Heavens for us, or whichever other thing the Heavens did – after all, it was always for us. And even if it was all for someone else – we were witnesses, therefore it was in a way done for us, too. Whatever anybody thinks of mythological heroes and their deeds, it is all in the end the celebration of one true revolution, the revolution in fairly literal, astronomical, sense; the real revolution inconceivable to those who choose to enjoy the Empire of Luxurious Frivolity and dream about the arbitrary human revolutions and justice in the Empire of Chance.
In the end, if the confused man of today should feel it inconvenient to get all worked up about these things, then he should at least give a nod in honour of ancient wise men from before ten, twenty or hundred thousand years ago. He should bow his head in recognition of ancient peoples and their legacy.
But this is beginning to look like a sermon. Well, ditch the sermons, they are prone to dissolve in Chance, too.
This is the felicitation from Enchanted forest.