OUR GOAL IS TO MAKE YOU STOP TO THINK, AS WE ALWAYS PRACTICE HERE, RATHER THAN STOP THINKING. BEWARE NO ONE CAN DO THE THINKING ON YOUR BEHALF.
Life is one grand, sweet song, so start the music.
- Ronald Reagan
In May last year I kicked off this series of intensive discussions over Creative Evolution. At the beginning I quoted the following passage from Henri Bergson's book to give you a clue to what's at issue in our contentions.
In the animal and in the vegetable world between the generator and the generated, on the canvas which the ancestor passes on, and which his descendants possess in common, each puts his own original embroidery.
Ever since I've singlemindedly talked about the same topic simply because I think it makes a critical difference to my last glimpse of the people and the way I leave them behind to know if we are still evolving forward.
I don't know exactly, but I've spent 30,000-40,000 words, or 150,000-200,000 letters, which is equivalent to 1,000-1,500 tweets in a matter of 12 months. This was a hard labor for a half-bedridden 78-year-old who, at the same time, has to take care of himself for his mere survival.
But I don't think my effort is paying off. Thus far I've failed to bring my audience onto the same page that I opened one year ago. An old proverb goes: "You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make him drink." Every time I uttered the lousy C-word, these smart horses made every possible effort to artfully sidestep it.
I should have known that the topic wasn't just unpopular. In the U.S. and its satellite countries alike, it's the ultimate taboo to mention "creative thinking" (NOTE) especially in the context of man's evolution.
.NOTE: Actually the phrase has an apparent redundancy in it. To think is not to subscribe to, or unsubscribe from someone else's opinion, or to converge two different thoughts into one. You can't really think without thinking creatively.
They treat the phrase like it's a hot potato presumably because of their irresistible reverence to those apes Wynton Marsalis once called noble savages. To these guys the idea of "putting one's own original embroidery on the canvas which the ancestor passes on" arouses a strong feeling of fear.
This is quite natural, if not understandable. Since the canvas has already been worn out into a tattered rag everywhere, you have to visualize a vast greenfield before really getting started with your embroidery. That is not easy when you are still dragging along lots of vested interests in this world.
Your refrigerator, unlike mine, is still filled with food and beverages for the next week. Also unlike me, you are more or less covered with medicare and other benefit programs. And you take it for granted that your life is a going concern which is still reparable. Equally important, your brain has been stuffed with rubbish from childhood indoctrination.
My humble suggestion would be that you better ask yourself some hypothetical questions like:
What if I had no working refrigerator?
What if my refrigerator were empty?
What if I weren't covered with any welfare program?
If you don't want to look straight into the physiological foundation of your existence like this, the more you complain about injustice inflicted on you, the more you discredit yourself.
Now I've decided to take a different approach to the same question so I won't waste any more time. In this post I'll focus on the issue of dementia: what it really is, what causes it and how it can be cured if it can be cured at all.
Sometimes I compare the oldest U.S. President in office with the youngish incumbent or his even younger predecessor who was nothing but a sexual pervert. The purpose of this exercise is to find out why the American people failed to grab at the golden opportunity for change that momentarily emerged in the greenfield when the Cold War came to an end, and what underlies their pathological obsession with the inert idea that status quo should be preserved at any cost.
Don't take me wrong, however. I don't intend to discuss their political or religious ideologies. An ideology is nothing but a stain of shit that fell on the canvas from a bird that flew by.
In his November 5, 1994 letter to the American people, Ronald Reagan wrote: "I now begin the journey that will lead me into the sunset of my life. I know that for America there will always be a bright dawn ahead."
Not a single American took his wishes seriously.
Anyone who has read Creative Evolution (Henri Bergson) or The Fountain of Age (Betty Friedan) with a certain level of comprehension will agree that in an evolving society, biological aging means maturity, the only enabler of creative thinking. But as the afterglow of the Reagan era is quickly fading away, things have unfolded in a different direction in America, and then in its satellite nations.
It's George W. Bush, Sr. who set off the downward spiral that has lasted a quarter century by now. Millions of Americans were disappointed by Bush although they didn't notice he was suffering a certain type of senile dementia. That should mean the President was just mirroring the voters. They should have known it could never be the other way around.
The empty-headed American people thought they had to rejuvenate the leadership of their country in cul-de-sac while actually they should have thought about rejuvenating themselves. As a result America's intellectual decline has further accelerated and now it seems irreversible.
I know not a few of them are inclined to call their immature leaders psychopaths. But it's laughable to see hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of "awakened" people call their own reflections in the mirror that way. Actually, the derogatory appellation is an undeserved compliment. The word psycho has a connotation that subtly suggests he has a relatively high level of intelligence that enables him to think creatively. Vladimir Putin, for one, may be a psycho. But the Russian president thinks and acts so creatively as to make Obama look like an idiot which is what he actually is.
The only words I can think of to describe the Black Kenyan Monkey or any other post-Reagan President are premature senility, i.e. juvenile dementia.
On May 5, 1951 Douglas MacArthur testified at a joint committee of the Senate about his experience with these neotenized Japanese. He said: "Measured by the standards of modern civilization, [a Japanese adult] would be like a boy of twelve as compared with our development of 45 years." The general would be surprised if he learned practically all American adults now look like their Japanese counterparts.
There are more than a dozen types of dementia, including those induced by Alzheimer's disease, vascular diseases and Parkinsonism. According to the Alzheimer's Disease International, a de facto branch of the World Health Organization, there are 101 million people worldwide who are suffering Alzheimer's and other types of dementia. The ADI warns the number is expected to almost triple to 277 million by 2050.
As anyone with commonsense will agree, all the figures were invented out of thin air by these bastards who are suffering serious dementia themselves.
For one thing it hasn't crossed their minds that they shouldn't exclude those under 60 from their survey. Their cross-sectional analyses and forecasts mean absolutely nothing because they were based on the absurd assumption that you suddenly develop dementia when you turn 60 years of age. It is true they sometimes talk about infant dementia. But they never talk about "juvenile dementia" for an obvious reason.
I see another flaw there in the fact that they have never defined the symptoms very precisely. The generally accepted description of dementia in general goes like this: it is symptomized by a progressive, and often irreversible, deterioration of cognitive faculties including memory. Loss of memory in itself isn't a big deal. We all forget a thing or a person we don't think is worth memorizing. That's why memory is sometimes restorable. But as to the other symptoms, especially the inability to judge what should be memorized and what can be forgotten, the dim-witted researchers at ADI didn't think they should have been much more specific in that respect.
Etymologically, dementia is taken from a Latin word, originally meaning madness. But madness means nothing in the world where people call each other a madman. That leaves the American Psychiatric Association as the only source of supposedly reliable information about the specific symptoms. Now let's take a listen to those shrinks at APA who now give the mental illness a fancy name "Neurocognitive Disorder."
Its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual 5th Edition (DSM-5) goes like this:
"[major/minor dementia shows] evidence of significant/modest cognitive decline from a previous level of performance in one or more cognitive domains — such as complex attention, executive function, learning, memory, language, perceptual-motor or social cognition."
DSM-5 goes on to elaborate on its criteria:
In general dementia involves:
● Trouble recalling recent events or recognizing people and places,
● Trouble finding the right words,
Problems planning and carrying out tasks, such as balancing a checkbook, following a recipe, or writing a letter,
● Trouble exercising judgment, such as knowing what to do in an emergency,
● Trouble controlling moods or behaviors,
● Depression which is common, and often entails agitation or aggression,
● Not keeping up personal care such as grooming or bathing,
and blah, blah, blah.
It kindly adds: "It is important to know that memory loss can be caused by conditions other than dementia, such as depression, and that those conditions can be treated. Also, occasional trouble with memory (such as briefly forgetting someone's name) can be a normal part of aging. But if you are worried about memory loss or if a loved one has memory loss that is getting worse, see your doctor."
All this joke is what the empty-headed shrinks think is a scientific description of the mental illness. Actually it only serves as the valid diagnostic criteria for apes with cognitive failure. That is an unmistakable sign that they are also degenerating to the proximity of the ape with their cognitive faculties also afflicted with "neurocognitive disorder."
As is the case with American shrinks, you always assume that the loss of creativity results from dementia. But as usual you are turning the causal relationship upside down. Actually it's the loss of the ability of creative thinking that causes dementia.
Now I have concluded that if the ADI had used the longitudinal method and based its statistics on scientific criteria, it must have come up with a "ballpark" figure at least 20-30 times larger than 101 million. Although both ADI and APA constantly mix up different types of dementia, I tentatively exclude Alzheimer's and Parkinson's from my estimate.
My father Mineo Yamamoto
in his mid-50s
The same person in his mid-70s
My father Mineo Yamamoto was an extraordinarily intransigent person in his pursuit of innovative ideas, until he mellowed out around the time he turned 70. He hated conformism more than anything else because he believed it's the surest way to mediocrity. For that trait he was hated or even feared by the people he was associated with, just like his son is by his audience today.
He couldn't refrain from showing his contempt for the double of the phantom until he became a living corpse himself. But when he was to be decorated by Emperor Hirohito in 1973, my mother dragged him along to the Imperial Palace.
Likewise he couldn't conceal his disdain for medical doctors. Every time someone talked about medicine, he never failed to say: "Look, medicine is not a science." I think he was absolutely right. In recent years computer-aided diagnoses and treatments are commonplace. And yet medicine by and large remains more of a superstition than a science as a result of its total cartelization.
Once again it's his wife who forced him to see doctors when his loss of alertness had become apparent. One of them gave him two separate diagnoses: Parkinson's and Alzheimer's. Most probably the doc was wrong. Today his illness would be diagnosed as PDD (Parkinson's disease-induced dementia.)
I've already outlived my father by 2 years by now. It can't be helped. But now I'm fully determined not to outlive my ability to think and act creatively. The last thing I would do while alive is to vegetate like most of you do.
As I said in earlier paragraphs, loss of memory, in itself, is not a big deal. But since it's "the earliest and most noticeable symptom" (DSM-5) when I become unable to memorize what should not be forgotten, I routinely examine my memory in many ways. One of the self-testing methods I use is to sing songs. Although my voice has already grown too hoarse to sing these lovely tunes, say, on YouTube, I still remember, word for word, lyrics of dozens of songs, such as ones written by Lorenz Hart, Lew Brown, Johnny Burke, Sammy Cahn and Mack Gordon, et al.
When it comes to the ability of creative thinking, I know it's not that easy to maintain it until the second-to-last day of my life, so I can prepare myself for a creative death. But I'm still confident that I am not really done for yet.
Like tango it takes two to be creative. For one thing a (potentially) creative blogger needs a (potentially) creative audience. But now I know that is asking for the moon; most visitors to this website are like eunuchs who untiringly sing the self-pitiful blues instead of the "grand, sweet song." So it's all the more true that I need an un-assimilated young woman to carry through a creative life.
In 2007, then Minister of Health, Labor and Welfare stirred up a big controversy when he likened women to birthing machines which were expected to be more productive. Although his slip of the tongue cost him his post, he was uncharacteristically telling the truth. In this country, every potent man uses a woman to reproduce his stupidity, and calls it a conjugal love.
For my part I have never used a woman that way. I let go of my last date more than two years ago. Yet I believe I can build a creative, if not productive, relationship with someone new.
One month or so ago I received an invitation to a jazz concert from my disowned son. His band was going to give the concert in downtown Tokyo. He knows I think the jazz he does with his colleagues is nothing but a fake, but at the same time he knows I'm enthusiastic about mixing with potentially creative young musicians, especially with this talented female trumpeter.
I accepted his invitation on the condition that I would be entitled to the privilege of free admission and that all the transportation cost be reimbursable. Then I took a long round-trip braving the health risk to be involved in the 2.5-hour train rides and 1-hour walks in between.
I refer to this lady just as Satomi, one of the most common feminine names. She was born and brought up in Rikuzentakata-shi, a small city in Iwate Prefecture which is said to have been wiped off the map by the tsunami of March 11, 2011.
As usual Satomi opted to spend with me most of the 30-minute intermission and some more time after the concert to update me on her troubled life and musical career where she is not really on a roll.
To that concert she had brought along two grandpas - one was her step-grandfather and the other was her biologically paternal grandpa. According to her, the biological grandpa was told by his doctor that he had only two months to live. Now he had left his hometown in Iwate to spend his last days with his beloved granddaughter in her Tokyo apartment. He kept saying he wanted to share all the joy of life with her. She explained that's why she'd invited him to the concert.
To make her living, Satomi plays the trumpet as the member of a dance band that appears every third day in a Tokyo ballroom. But she finds it extremely boring to do tangos, rumbas and waltzes all the time. That's why she takes part every time my son throws a gig. From the beginning Satomi knew it won't earn her a single yen. She expects something other than money from the nonprofessional activity. In that respect, however, she seems to feel largely underexploited by my son as the band leader.
Satomi wasn't very explicit about it, but I thought I should do the best I can for her, though only in a small way. For instance I have already resumed regular contact with the bastard I shouldn't have fathered to have more influence on his way to manage the band.
Now I'm contented with the grandfatherly role she gives me. The bright lady with an exceptional grace and charm is the last bastion of my commitment to making my life still worth living.
Aside from taking these precautions against senile dementia, I think I should also keep myself on full alert against the Japan-particular strain of virus that causes premature senility. It's even more infectious than any other type.
I think Satomi and I were born in the wrong country. In Japan essentially the same thing is happening as in the U.S. And yet, there is something that makes me feel the word dementia doesn't fit very well into the weird behavioral patterns of these Japanese runts with serious developmental defects. While "dementia" implies that you have lost what was once there, that is not the case with them.
The only alternative word I can think of is "infantilism," which more often than not requires a qualifier "paraphiliac." Each one of the following phenomena speaks for itself:
● The entire population here is hooked on the digital altar which has become portable now. So many mobile phone users play games or make a search for tips on them while in the bathroom or bedroom.
● Tens of thousands of people still fall victim to a cheap trick of Ore-Ore Sagi (it's me, it's me scam) every year. The amount of defrauded money has leveled off at 40-50 billion yen and doesn't show the slightest sign of coming down despite the anti-scam campaign across the nation and around the clock. This simply means that in this country you've got to be mentally retarded or criminal, or both, to be able to make a fortune big enough to share with others.
● Amid the deluge of Manga, the 127 million people from the Prime Minister to company executives to university professors to winos and homeless purchased 968 million copies of comic books in 2011.
● The inundation of sexual perversion such as pedophilia, lingerie theft and voyeurism won't subside anytime soon. Just for instance, in 2012 Takuma Okura, then CEO of IBM Japan and a right-hand man to Luis Gerstner, former Chairman of IBM Hq., had to step down from the prestigious, high-paying position when he got caught for his childish act of voyeurism at a JR train station. Believe it or not, this isn't an isolated incident in the nation afflicted with mental neoteny.
● Recently practically all shrinks enthusiastically recommend what they call the Karuta therapy to counter the overall deterioration of cognitive abilities. "Karuta" derives from the Portuguese word "Carta" but it's the name of a Japanese card game solely meant for kids.
No wonder the Americans stubbornly believe Japan is the showcase of the greatest success in their longtime pursuits of nation-building outside their own country.
I know the American people won't believe in my story just because they haven't heard anything like that before. But I can assure them if they come over to this cultural wasteland, they will have fun personally mixing with these male macaques.