Ramblings from an (un)sound mind

Why does that shit always scare me?

Cronenberg manages to consistently hit a nerve by incorporating the betrayal of the body in his films. Our very physical person, that which we suppose to have complete control of, goes beyond our control. It goes against its nature, against the good of the whole when its function should be maintenance. Homeostasis compromised by its own mechanisms.

That is fear. Fear that our consciousness could become victim to the biological processes which sustain it. Fear that the spiritual comes to odds against, even subject to, the irrational, animal whims of the material. The flesh left to its own devices becomes cannibalistic, chaotic, perverse and distorted, a direct front against the order and heirarchy propagated by a rational mind.

And even beyond that, on the next level, what happens when the unchecked material distorts the rationality of the consciousness? Madness subjects both the mind and body to a twisted rationale. What is comfortable becomes obscenity and what drives us become delirium.

Yikes, I'm done.

Brrr.