Dr Cogito & M(r)/(s) Libido
Dr Cogito wakes up every morning and clicks his computer screen into the life of mind. Her ideas flow into theories, theories grow into philosophies, philosophies float into visions, visions melt down into the meanings of life, death and intellectual creativity. Dr Cogito feels part and parcel of the growing universe of meaningful information exchange. His mind is pregnant with the fruits of her knowledge. Her thoughts are midwives for the knowledge added by others. In the evening the screen is saved and tucked away as a flag in a girl-guides’ or boy-scouts’ camp. When reason sleeps…
Mr/Ms Libido goes to sleep every evening and lets his sleeping dogs and her sheep lie. Dogs and sheep of her imagination and his restful memories graze on the free intellectual commons of unfenced mind. They stroll through the uncommons of unbound feelings and unsuspected emotions. Mr Libido desires far beyond the pleasure principle and far outside of the pale of archetypes. Ms Libido dreams are big bangs of undreamt of futures. His desires spring through the rocks of dreams, her desires flow into the plains of pleasures, their dreams break down the gated communities of associations, myths and stories. In the morning, when dreams fade away…
Dr Cogito officially meets M(r)/(s) Libido twice a day, waking up and falling asleep, but in fact they plot together most of the day and most of the night. Theirs is the marriage of true minds and hearts. If their plots are successful, we get an identity, a personality, a character, we become a hero or a shero. A star is born. While thousands of flowers bloom under suns, millions of stars shine under moons. Well, at least they twinkle. That is, they start twinkling once they start speaking. And once they start speaking, they undermine the Marxes, the Freuds and the Darwins:
“To say that animals evolved into man is like saying that Carrara marbles evolved in to Michelangelo’s David. Speech is what man pays homage to in every moment he can imagine” (Tom Wolfe, The Kingdom of Speech, Cape, London, 2016, p.169)
On the other hand, who says that? A writer? A professional blinded by his group interests into exhorting the role of speech and writing at the expense of genes and bacteria, turtles and beaks? More talk of cabbages and kings? Speech must go on, free speech. Or does it have to?
Rotterdam, September 7, 2016