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Rayner’s Natural Inclusion

0 June 13, 2007 at 8:02pm by Ian

Alan Rayner’s “Inclusionality” restated as “Natural Inclusion”.

This piece illustrating an integrative and redistributive selection notion of evolution of extended self, as opposed to an eliminative selection of discrete selves, using a mycelium fungus example migrating its center of operations to food … and beyond.

This piece elliciting a succinct communication of Alan’s inclusional objectives.

And this piece illustrating the integrative rather than divisive dualist take on boundaries of identity – “We are bewitched by bipolar craziness, and if we really want to restore the dance we need some sellotape” – some integrating glue.

All pieces captured by Jack Whitehead and linked by William Pryor on his very new “Unhooked Thinking” blog following this year’s “Unhooked thinking” conference. William Pryor has his own only slightly less recent personal blog too.

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Flight To New Reason

When taking stock I noticed that I started this Blog 2 days after September 11th 2001.

The lines of thought here had been keeping me awake at nights long before 9/11 woke the world. Nothing in this Blog has anything directly to do with those events, but I'm not alone in being awoken to the power of the Blog by their information aftermath. Perhaps in some small way the idea that western rational arrogance, which dogs progress in so many aspects of life, can be influenced by my puny efforts to bring alternative philosophies into the mainstream. Many greater people than I have tried before and failed over three millennia, so I'm not holding my breath. If 9/11 brings anything new to this ancient debate, apart from its awful significance, it is the fact that the antidote to classical logic is sure as hell not a flight from reason.

That way lies only evil.
The words "creative destruction" can never again be used lightly.

The Lights Went Out On Broadway.

There's something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing were there.
The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I'm hovering like a fly
Waiting for the windshield on the freeway.

Fly On A Windshield.
Copyright Peter Gabriel 1974
The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway.

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