Politics and philosophy are impossibly interwoven into our every day affairs, and to think otherwise is a delusion of grandeur worthy of only the most misguided of miscreants.


That never prevents them from having their depraved versions of fun, however

Mina the Hollower (MtH) continues to deliver, even if my betraying mood leads one to believe something vastly different on the matter. I think like most things in life, we often forget the cruel dictate that haunts humanity, and that is the notion of how “men are ruled by their passions”, a quote I’ve been familiar with for quite a while at this point, but one that keeps validating itself with each passing day. I think I’ve attributed a paraphrasing of the quote to Hume, but I’ve seen it more associated with other thinkers of the Enlightenment, like Locke, Burke, and even Hamilton, though I’ve never seen that fucking yuppie ass musical based off of that bastard, so I can’t say for certain if they make mention of it. Considering all I’ve read about the man in this matter, I imagine some form of the idea rears its majestic head, and for good reason.



Another sentiment I’ve kind of been drumming on recently is that people don’t think about politics, they “feel” about politics, which has helped frame to many I’ve spoken with just how so many people can have such individuated, non-rational opinions on the same topic: all of it usually stems from deeply felt, innate experience, and not necessarily springing from a place of objective logic or hyper-rational pretenses, something many would do well not to forget, not just strictly within the political realm, but any walk of life in their day to day.



That ended up being quite a bit more of a tangent then I had initially intended it to be, though I regret not an aught of time lost expressing my emotive thoughts on the matter, as all of it continues to ring true and resonant throughout the machinations of every moment that intertwine themselves throughout our day. I think, merely my point was, Mina has a comfortable place firmly entrenched in my camp of good will, my expressivities on the matter merely ebb and flow with the emotional dictums of the day. That, and I am always operating under the notion that people tend to jump to false conclusions about writings they peruse online as being more inherently negative then the author intends them to be, or perhaps even the collective anonymous “other” that represents the reader online, airs on the said of caution, in assuming the probability of bad faith from those espousing their own perspectives on anything under the virtual sun, in all of its heated, digitized glory.



I suppose I say all of this now, as my initial idea for an article involving Mina, while fine in its own right, and will likely be a follow up focus on what I end up writing about tomorrow (or down the line at the very least), was superseded by a far more pressingly inspired notion I had on my “morning” bike ride, where imaginative wilds usually run rampant for me on any good day. The sentiment ended up being one of a more saucy flavor, but maintained ample truth about itself, making the whole thing feel justified, and not as if it was some cheap shot occurring from hollow point bullets fired at point blank range meant to maximize damage, motivated by the sake of selfishly cruel sadomasochism just for the sake of the act.



The sentiment was as follows:

“….not that we should feel obligated to suck Daddy Nintendo’s dick every time someone takes a shit in 8-bit; something Mina implicitly avoids doing, as the game is mindfully aware one needs to carve out a spot of their own on the side of the proverbial mountain of self-worth, and know how to use significant source material as a launching point and not a crutch, a crucial preventative measure in avoiding making the idiom “when the inmates end up running the asylum” an insane reality , as is the case in so many nerdy, enthusiast industries, with no better examples than AAA gaming and mainstream Shonen anime acting as painfully, devastating reminders of where the collective goes too far with homogenized, often times downright incestuous existential behavior…”

Which ended up being quite an “Ian Malcolm” moment of mine, where one deconstructs an idea so thoroughly and so succinctly, there isn’t must left to say as a follow up but a simple “…well, there it is”. I’ve made passing asides with the humorous bent in the past about how people sometimes struggle to understand where I truly land on a game, and I think there is absolutely nothing wrong with their sense of perception, nor does it shed a light of condemning notion upon my writings in the realm of vagueness; often times, a game, like any piece of media or, viewed through some other peculiar lens, remaind an expression or display of art, and to that point, is not just one thing ever entirely defined by a single dimension.



The expression in question contains multitudes of realities, various truths, and a spectrum of meanings, just like the absurdist notion that begets any singular human life brought to the fore. I think if something was all good, all bad, or just one thing entirely, I would have to question the validity of the perceiver in question, and how their view of the world may be one of such a deeply flawed sentiment, I’d end up feeling sympathy for what sounds like a self-sabotaging reductionism, through which they comprehend the every day at large, to their own great disadvantage.



That isn’t to say there aren’t moments where an idea comes into a frame of focus that has a bit more of a sharper edge intact, one that is able to more efficiently able to cut through our better judgments to the heart of the matter, and lay bare a bit more of a profound essence of enlightened perspective, complete with profusely explicit quality in some way or another, after the chatter of more subjective worth has been dusted off and given a good polish once or twice over, to let the object shine in all of its more fashionably fetching flourishes.

I think the spellbinding nature in which Mina commands the conversations is ample reminder of this truth, and worthy of such sensational sentiments as a result.

~Pashford