Limitations of the Common Synchronicity Condensers
The I ChingThe I Ching is probably the best all-around condenser available to most of us, but like any other structural abstraction, it suffers from certain limitations. To play along with the myth of history, there is good reason to believe that the I Ching has its origins in some lost civilization which existed prior to a cataclysm which had a universally numbing effect on mankind's faculty for a-causal logic, and is on that account remarkably free of gross error, but it is still Confucian in general character and has both the virtues and faults of Confucianism. To this must be added the peculiarities of the translator. Wilhelm is profound, of course, but not without his foibles. Absolute despotism is taken for granted in the political sphere, whether benevolent or malign…. Naturally, no recognition is given to the wide variety of options available to modern man in politically adverse circumstances. Romance is given short shrift and the peculiarities of the ancient Chinese domestic arrangements must be tortured unmercifully to fit modern conditions. To indicate a situation of some danger, analogies involving loss of life or limb must be resorted to because no less desperate images are available. Aesthetic values also seem to carry little weight with the Ching, which is resolutely social in its orientation except when advocating a sort of grim withdrawal from human affairs. It doesn't matter how wise you are—if your vocabulary is limited there will always be some thoughts you can only express badly and others you can't represent at all.
AstrologyThe trouble with astrology is that the planet Saturn is, temporarily, part of the solar system. Once we annihilate that gigantic snot-ball, one may hope that even astrologers will relax a little and stop trying to blame everything bad that happens on human perversity and assign credit for everything nice to the planets. What it comes down to is planet worship, a rather primitive religion, to put it mildly. Fuck the planets. Fuck the germ plasm, for that matter. What did the planets or the germ plasm ever do for us? Let's get some space ships and blow this slum. (I speak as a double Aries in the decanate of Jupiter with almost all my planets in the first or twelfth houses, of course…which gives me great leadership qualities. Fine. Let's get out of here. It's too crowded. Follow me, men.)