Apr 13·edited Apr 13Liked by Jake Marquez and Maren Morgan

You wouldn't believe how timely this piece is for an essay I am working on myself about agriculture and food sovereignty here in Ireland. A Jungian might even say "syncronicity". Great work Maren 👌

I posted the following comment on Paul's new piece earlier, but after reading your essay it feels unbelievably pertinent to post it here too. (The Ahriman reference will make sense if you read his essay)


A Ukrainian exile, Nikolai Berdyaev, published words in 1933 that resonate here. In his book, The End of our Time, Berdyaev described the “triumph of the machine in the world” by which he meant that “mechanism would take the place of organism”. He saw how our colossal technical progress “enthroned the machine above human life” and how “our times have set up a Machine between Nature and Man.” After living through the Great War period and experiencing first-hand the Marxist Bolshevik Revolution of 1917, his sensitive feel for the spiritual crisis of atomization and disconnection underpinning the social and political turmoil of the time allowed him to recognize that the real chaos was only beginning; that much worse was yet to come. 1933 was, of course, only 6 years before the Second World War, and a dozen years before The Bomb.

Whatever Ahriman is, whether a mere useful conceptual vessel or an actual entity residing outside of the rational grasp, there is a timeliness to interwar writing of a more mystical bent like Berdyaev's that is deeply unsettling. Another major crisis would, after all, be the perfect means to further accelerate the Machine seperating Man and Nature. Perhaps a small nuclear war leading to a decade or so without Northern Hemishere summers? Such a horror show would quickly "usher" in the need for vast technological infrastructures even far beyond what we have today to produce lab grown 'meats' and indoor factory farms since there wouldn't be enough Sun for plant photosynthesis and temperatures would remain too cold. More "body" for Ahriman.

A cold Earth for the cold birth of a cold mirth. What a thought.

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