literary conflict

I am advised that Brecht said beauty was something like the resolution of contradictions. There might be something else to it -- some sort of catharsis. Something happening with input from somewhere. And connected to higher or lower truth somehow. Maybe with glue.

But what is more interesting is DNA 'spellings'. There are different ones for determining intrinsic and extrinsic experiencing of beauty. Or of the associative rest as joy, exhilaration, peace, anxietylessness and divinity.

The intrinsic individuals as ecstatic, asperger poets, prophets, martyrs, daffodil loonies have one DNA 'spelling.'

The extrinsic people as paedophile priests, home wreckers, cannibals, Trotskyites, department heads and people with narcissistic personality disorders have another.

The reason for these differences is evolutionary experience. One 'spelling' evolved in people with allocentric experiences (as walking with Gods, Legged Dolphins and Aliens). They needed to experience divinity to engender community solidarity. They needed hard wiring to be able to cohere as a group to face life both efficiently and gloriously on mountains, grassy savannahs and open water singing songs and seeing heaven. This gets into the DNA place for soul to conduct the body and senses and into the DNA receptor for spirit which comes from outside (in language, art, nature) to kick start those souls. Body, soul and spirit connect. Like in a snake or a cheetah. Here every group member has a way. They share a spirit.

The other bunch, the extrinsic, the autocentric, evolved in tepid swamps and stony deserts eating one another and fighting over who would be the new priest and so get the juiciest pieces of the last one. This sense meant a hard wiring was necessary in the group to engender sloppy and sentimental response in rote to slogans, clichés, genres and manifestos in order to mesmerize the slowest to march smiling into the cooking pot after kneeling for you know what. In this group the most rancid DNA does the eating, the pallid DNA does the kneeling and singing of Hosannas. Body is eaten, soul is swampy, spirit is disconnected. Like in fruit mold. Mmmm. Looks good, tastes good, feels good.