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    "The end is ever drawing nigh" ... what a line, right?

    Perhaps if there's one line in Fenn's poem we should have payed closer attention to, this would be the one.
    After all, this riddle, despite the whimsical tone, trappings of nature, and Americana-infused context
    in which it was framed, packaged, and sold to us, is ultimately eschatalogical in nature ... but did we forget
    this fact in our gold rush fever and jovial pursuits out in nature?

    If Fenn boasted one singular talent, perhaps it was his constant ability to distract us from the Big Picture
    while at the same time wafting it right under our noses (illusionist meets matador odd amalgamation).

    So What If f's poem is not about his own end, but the larger end of man as a whole -
    providing an answer to the much sought after question of Omega 2 's symbolic meaning?
    (Be careful what you wish for ...)

    After all, having participated first hand in war, man's collective fate is no doubt a topic Fenn would have paid
    much mind sitting by the juniper fire in later years, as indicated by some of his most poignant observations.

    With this global perspective in mind, what if f's "Big Picture" reference was an overt indication that The Chase
    is really a giant morality play, infused with social experimentation and deep Dada vibes, and thus one in which
    we all unknowingly play(ed) a part ...

    Interestingly, the below date alignement appears nothing short of provenential:
    Click image for larger version  Name:	two dates best.png Views:	0 Size:	114.5 KB ID:	287355


    In light of the above alignment, below is a brief overview of morality plays:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morality_play

    Click image for larger version  Name:	morality play.PNG Views:	0 Size:	127.6 KB ID:	287351

    If this theory holds true, then Fenn's somewhat absurd personal ending as announced (lying crumpled on the kitchen floor, a cold waffle by his side)
    is in reality an allegory for the fate modern man seems to be barreling toward, at least as Fenn (per my interpretation) saw it.

    And thus, the Castle emblazoned on Indulgence becomes the Castle of Perseverance,
    whose play ends with the following quite taciturn, admonishing moral:

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ca...f_Perseverance

    Click image for larger version  Name:	The Castle of Perseverance.PNG Views:	0 Size:	26.5 KB ID:	287352

    And thus we the Chase Community are left ... robbed, at least in feeling
    (in fact, empty handed), seeking Justice & Equity:

    Click image for larger version  Name:	Justice and Equity.PNG Views:	0 Size:	25.5 KB ID:	287353

    Some seek J&E in outcry, some in forensic scruitiny, but perhaps we have again forgotten that this play centers around morality ...

    I don't have answers, just guesses like everyone else, but one I've been contemplating lately, is that between apocalypse and catechlism,
    given what we know of Fenn, the second seems more likely:

    https://english.stackexchange.com/qu...ataclysm/20267

    And if there's one culprit to which f's foreboding line "the end is ever drawing nigh" may point,
    to me there's little doubt it's technology, or rather, what it can do in the hands of unawakened man.

    Fenn lived the reality of this grim fact in what was I'm sure one of the most jarring experiences of his existence.
    How much farther has technology come since the days of the Vietnam War?
    All the best minds predict the dangerous combination of tech power and the human ego will prove man's end.

    But will it be a big BOOM with which man takes himself and his fellows out?
    Or some act infinitely more subtle, the way a frog gets slowly cooked?

    Will we go down in a Blaze,
    or will our fate be chillingly Cold?

    Some say the world will end in fire,
    Some say in ice.
    From what I’ve tasted of desire
    I hold with those who favor fire.
    But if it had to perish twice,
    I think I know enough of hate
    To say that for destruction ice
    Is also great
    And would suffice.



    Click image for larger version  Name:	fire and ice art.PNG Views:	0 Size:	463.4 KB ID:	287354

    Technology's more subtly pernicious effects can be seen on every streetcorner in America,
    and remind me of the tale of Mamon, who, as the story goes, even though he ambled
    through the streets of heaven, was always seen with his head cast down:

    Mammon led them on--
    Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
    From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts
    Were always downward bent, admiring more
    The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold,
    Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed
    In vision beatific. By him first
    Men also, and by his suggestion taught,
    Ransacked the centre, and with impious hands
    Rifled the bowels of their mother Earth
    For treasures better hid. Soon had his crew
    Opened into the hill a spacious wound,
    And digged out ribs of gold. Let none admire
    That riches grow in Hell; that soil may best
    Deserve the precious bane. And here let those
    Who boast in mortal things, and wondering tell
    Of Babel, and the works of Memphian kings,
    Learn how their greatest monuments of fame
    And strength, and art, are easily outdone
    By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour
    What in an age they, with incessant toil
    And hands innumerable, scarce perform.



    The Draw, the Pull, it's all Fool's Gold if you allow it to steal your Focus:

    Last edited by Flutterby Phil; 05-14-2021, 11:20 AM.

  • #2
    Deep.

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    • #3
      "Or some act infinitely more subtle, the way a frog gets slowly cooked?"
      WHAT !!!! peas tell me it aint so.....

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      • #4
        Thank you for posting. What do you want us to do?

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        • #5
          Originally posted by Flutterby Phil View Post
          "The end is ever drawing nigh" ... what a line, right?

          Perhaps if there's one line in Fenn's poem we should have payed closer attention to, this would be the one.
          After all, this riddle, despite the whimsical tone, trappings of nature, and Americana-infused context
          in which it was framed, packaged, and sold to us, is ultimately eschatalogical in nature ... but did we forget
          this fact in our gold rush fever and jovial pursuits out in nature?

          If Fenn boasted one singular talent, perhaps it was his constant ability to distract us from the Big Picture
          while at the same time wafting it right under our noses (illusionist meets matador odd amalgamation).

          So What If f's poem is not about his own end, but the larger end of man as a whole -
          providing an answer to the much sought after question of Omega 2 's symbolic meaning?
          (Be careful what you wish for ...)

          After all, having participated first hand in war, man's collective fate is no doubt a topic Fenn would have paid
          much mind sitting by the juniper fire in later years, as indicated by some of his most poignant observations.

          With this global perspective in mind, what if f's "Big Picture" reference was an overt indication that The Chase
          is really a giant morality play, infused with social experimentation and deep Dada vibes, and thus one in which
          we all unknowingly play(ed) a part ...

          Interestingly, the below date alignement appears nothing short of provenential:
          Click image for larger version Name:	two dates best.png Views:	0 Size:	114.5 KB ID:	287355


          In light of the above alignment, below is a brief overview of morality plays:

          https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morality_play

          Click image for larger version Name:	morality play.PNG Views:	0 Size:	127.6 KB ID:	287351

          If this theory holds true, then Fenn's somewhat absurd personal ending as announced (lying crumpled on the kitchen floor, a cold waffle by his side)
          is in reality an allegory for the fate modern man seems to be barreling toward, at least as Fenn (per my interpretation) saw it.

          And thus, the Castle emblazoned on Indulgence becomes the Castle of Perseverance,
          whose play ends with the following quite taciturn, admonishing moral:

          https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ca...f_Perseverance

          Click image for larger version Name:	The Castle of Perseverance.PNG Views:	0 Size:	26.5 KB ID:	287352

          And thus we the Chase Community are left ... robbed, at least in feeling
          (in fact, empty handed), seeking Justice & Equity:

          Click image for larger version Name:	Justice and Equity.PNG Views:	0 Size:	25.5 KB ID:	287353

          Some seek J&E in outcry, some in forensic scruitiny, but perhaps we have again forgotten that this play centers around morality ...

          I don't have answers, just guesses like everyone else, but one I've been contemplating lately, is that between apocalypse and catechlism,
          given what we know of Fenn, the second seems more likely:

          https://english.stackexchange.com/qu...ataclysm/20267

          And if there's one culprit to which f's foreboding line "the end is ever drawing nigh" may point,
          to me there's little doubt it's technology, or rather, what it can do in the hands of unawakened man.

          Fenn lived the reality of this grim fact in what was I'm sure one of the most jarring experiences of his existence.
          How much farther has technology come since the days of the Vietnam War?
          All the best minds predict the dangerous combination of tech power and the human ego will prove man's end.

          But will it be a big BOOM with which man takes himself and his fellows out?
          Or some act infinitely more subtle, the way a frog gets slowly cooked?

          Will we go down in a Blaze,
          or will our fate be chillingly Cold?

          Some say the world will end in fire,
          Some say in ice.
          From what I’ve tasted of desire
          I hold with those who favor fire.
          But if it had to perish twice,
          I think I know enough of hate
          To say that for destruction ice
          Is also great
          And would suffice.



          Click image for larger version Name:	fire and ice art.PNG Views:	0 Size:	463.4 KB ID:	287354

          Technology's more subtly pernicious effects can be seen on every streetcorner in America,
          and remind me of the tale of Mamon, who, as the story goes, even though he ambled
          through the streets of heaven, was always seen with his head cast down:

          Mammon led them on--
          Mammon, the least erected Spirit that fell
          From Heaven; for even in Heaven his looks and thoughts
          Were always downward bent, admiring more
          The riches of heaven's pavement, trodden gold,
          Than aught divine or holy else enjoyed
          In vision beatific. By him first
          Men also, and by his suggestion taught,
          Ransacked the centre, and with impious hands
          Rifled the bowels of their mother Earth
          For treasures better hid. Soon had his crew
          Opened into the hill a spacious wound,
          And digged out ribs of gold. Let none admire
          That riches grow in Hell; that soil may best
          Deserve the precious bane. And here let those
          Who boast in mortal things, and wondering tell
          Of Babel, and the works of Memphian kings,
          Learn how their greatest monuments of fame
          And strength, and art, are easily outdone
          By Spirits reprobate, and in an hour
          What in an age they, with incessant toil
          And hands innumerable, scarce perform.



          The Draw, the Pull, it's all Fool's Gold if you allow it to steal your Focus:

          Amazing post friend. Thank you for that.

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          • #6
            Here's a novel idea . . .
            what if it was just a simple poem, written by a man who put his pants on the same way as all other men, and that poem simply gave geographical descriptions that led to a geographical location, without one having to understand the mysteries of the universe and life ?

            I like that idea .
            Finding Jessica

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            • #7
              Originally posted by ROLL TIDE View Post
              Here's a novel idea . . .
              what if it was just a simple poem, written by a man who put his pants on the same way as all other men, and that poem simply gave geographical descriptions that led to a geographical location, without one having to understand the mysteries of the universe and life ?

              I like that idea .
              Pretty straightforward - I can focus on that.

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              • #8
                Just gotta follow the instructions -
                easy as pie....
                Now that's a recipe for success!

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by ROLL TIDE View Post
                  Here's a novel idea . . .
                  what if it was just a simple poem, written by a man who put his pants on the same way as all other men, and that poem simply gave geographical descriptions that led to a geographical location, without one having to understand the mysteries of the universe and life ?

                  I like that idea .
                  As if the poem were a map. The lines talking connecting from one to the next.. nah, crazy talk!

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                  • #10
                    Give it to a kid - they will connect the dots....

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                    • #11
                      Puff , Puff - GIVE man !!!,,, you F$%^&^ up the Rotation ......

                      Comment


                      • #12
                        Originally posted by ROLL TIDE View Post
                        Here's a novel idea . . .
                        what if it was just a simple poem, written by a man who put his pants on the same way as all other men, and that poem simply gave geographical descriptions that led to a geographical location, without one having to understand the mysteries of the universe and life ?

                        I like that idea .
                        That's a seductive notion. Everything is as it seems. Except that the man said the opposite: nothing is as it seems.

                        If you believe that man hid chest, man wrote poem with clues, searchers follow clues to chest, then the logical extension of that is that it all ended with Jack's find. There is absolutely no reason for us to be here . . . and yet here we are. Why? Because, somehow, we don't quite believe it's all as straightforward as it sounds.

                        Death comes to us all. Why should it not be something that intrigues and, potentially, informs us as we develop and mature? Would it not have been the same for FF? Why should the path of the hunt not parallel the path of the soul? No specialist knowledge required - just deep thought.

                        The evidence that this is no ordinary treasure hunt has been mounting for years. For the past twelve months it has been staring us in the face, IMO. Some are still resistant to that idea, which is understandable, and yet can offer no satisfactory explanation for what has unfolded and, bizarrely, is still continuing to unfold. I think FF said it was out of his hands (or words to that effect) some time ago. I wonder who has taken over the reins.

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                        • #13
                          Originally posted by FenndersKeepers View Post

                          Amazing post friend. Thank you for that.
                          Gracias amigo. I appreciate it.

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                          • #14
                            Originally posted by ROLL TIDE
                            There's always a reason to be wherever you are.
                            That doesn't mean it has to be a metaphysical reason or some subconscious pursuit of divine revelation that leads me to material or spiritual wealth.
                            I'm not here looking for gold, nor am I interested in seeding thoughts that lead to the foundation of a new cult or religion.

                            I'm here because I want to be. It's that simple.

                            I'm not knocking anyone else for their thoughts, just expressing mine.
                            I take what FF said about religion seriously. He informed us that he was not religious. I think he was more interested in us finding ourselves through what we found in nature: in other words, being fully human. To me, looking around at the world, it seems likely that we've not been so hot at realizing our potential in certain directions. I think FF thought deeply about the human condition as he examined the leavings of past civilizations and tribes who may have held onto knowledge that has been largely forgotten. So if all that fed into his idea of what the chase was about, it stands to reason that we may have to dig deeper if we want a better understanding. Maybe, rather than "digging," a better metaphor would be to remove the blinders, since there's no subterfuge in sight.

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