And Philip Wylie Wrote and the Wolf Growled

From the Mind of Philip Wylie
"What is Jung's [ed. Carl Jung of archetype fame] fundamental theory? Here, in brief, are the steps which lead to it, together with the hypothesis itself: First--man is an animal. Every day, the work of thousands of scientists brings further confirmation of the fact. It is not yet much accepted or well understood in the world. And even where it is given lip-service, it is usually qualified to leave room for venerable beliefs in the supernatural "essence" of the human being. To understand Jung, man must be thought of as an animal, simply--the present end-product of evolving terrestrial life. Second--animals, including man, are governed by instinct.

"That thesis is repugnant to most people. Even anthropologists, who know man to be the ape's cousin, frequently consider his behavior is wholly determined by a culture or by "reason" rather than by such instincts as cause butterflies to breed or birds to build nests." [Philip Wylie, An Essay on Morals, Giant Cardinal Edition, 1961, pp. x, xi.]

I read on and I came across this; again, ibid. on the book info:

"Sigmund Freud proved man's instinctual nature. He showed that much of adult personality rises out of the effects of the human environment upon the brute cravings of the infant. A generation of careful work by psychologists has left no doubt of the reality of animal compulsions in the babe--or of their continuing function in the 'adult.' Freud defined a constellation of instincts in sex compulsions and sex relationships. To this creative pattern he later added a study of its destructive opposite which he called the 'death wish'." [ibid., p. xi.]

Instincts. 1) First--we're hungry and thirsty; and 2) then we're either unsatisfied or we're satisfied; and 3) then we dance, relax, smoke, take drugs, and have sex. Then recreation turns into procreation and that's what it's all about.

There is a third step to Jung's fundamental theory and that's that "instinct has taken form in man as legend"--yeah verily I say unto thee. That belief in a Big Daddy in a big gold and alabaster metropolis in some distant part of the infinite universe is simply something instinctually inside you warning you you'd better get the hell off this planet because one day will be doomsday and that's the day the Sun dies and leaves no heirs and there is nothing left of that bunch of smart-ass animals who called themselves homo sapiens. To the universe we are not even classified and if we are classified, we're certainly not classified as anything very special. We to the universe are but a whisper among screams.

Wylie Says It Best
"When man evolved from an apelike ancestor to a creature capable of creating images in his brain, of making mental relationships, and of expressing these vocally, he became a user of symbols. The very sounds he uttered were symbols--for trees or tigers, bad dreams or a big wind." [ibid. p. xii.] The personification of instincts hath begun. Here come the horned demons, the holy-slut whores, the risen from the dead, and the allegorical angels, and the Los Angeles Dodgers who think they're legends.

Ohhh, that's good stuff, man; I mean, it gets you to hypothesizing, doesn't it?--and that's what makes poets and writers and mathematicians and baseball players.

thegrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler
"For human-animal hybrids only."

And by the bye, as I was typing this, 28 people were blown to bits on the streets of Baghdad. You didn't see that in tonight's news, but you did get a little more few tons of despicable information about Anna "Stick it anywhere you like, sugar daddy" Nicole Smith, the white trash Texas trailer camp queen who showed her big enhanced tits and roly-poly rump in Ploughboy...er, ah, I mean, of course, Playdude--no that's the girly magazines Homer Simpson had hidden in the kitchen light fixture...er, ah, of course, Hugh Heifer's Playboy. "Ah, Anna," puff, puff, "ah, it's my philosophy that big tits should be voluptuous more on top than on sagging bottom...yours, Anna, while knock-out fine, need what I call a little upward tweaking, you know, nipples more on top...dudes like nipples more on top--I mean, that's the Playmate style requirement--no sagging titties like my old mother had, dammit, not as long as I'm the head dick here at this god-damn successful jack-off aid publication. Just think of how many men in the world will be jacking off over your tastefully done nude photos by some of the world's best photographers, Anna? Millions. But they like their nipples up on the tops of the tits; no saggies! Please. Here, Anna, I'll pay to get those enhanced; here's $10,000 and my doctor's name. I can't wait to see them--you know when they're fresh and back to normal, then we'll have a cumming out party for them." "Oh, Heifer, you're such a bull of the woods."

Anna Nicole, so tragic, such an American dream gone bad...oh boo-hoo-hoo--in the meantime they don't have a right to be crying in the new US Dependency of Iraq, do they? Not while Anna Nicole Smith is being honored and sanctified. Jesus, I bet her crotch stank.

alittlemoregrowlingwolf
for The Daily Growler