I feel the same way, David. But my statement wasn't meant to be about the
ownership of moral anxiety which I would expect is classless; it was about
how the middle classes themselves appear to "experience" moral disquiet as a
form of erotic catharsis. Falsely too I would suggest.
I do confess to feeling reasonably happy with the (provisional) certainties
of Science, mainly because those certainties aren't the province of poetry.
I don't believe poetry is about truth, I've always felt it's about lies.
Genetic determinism is fine with me. I am happy to be a machine, If I turn
out to be that. My only moral compunction is to fulfil my genetic programme.
Still plenty of room left for poetry to lie about all that.
As to the realities and causalities of the Universe; I always feel I have no
part to play and that humans are not all that important in "life of the
cosmos", or indeed beyond. Life for other creatures would certainly be
better on this planet if we just kept out of things and reduced our impact.
Still, in planetary time, it won't be long before we're all gone. A blink of
your eye. We just don't matter. So we may as well amuse ourselves before
extinction. And poetry is pure entertainment, I guess.
bestest
C
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