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No solopsist

Saturday, 20 November 2021 at 21:26

Solitary figure in the woods on Dr John Dunn. Heidegger in front of his hut in the Black Forest

No solopsist

A re-examination of my archived essay Heidegger - passive or active? in the light of reading Massimo Scaligero’s The Logos and the New Mysteries.

Martin Heidegger’s beautiful metaphor for the mind's passive facilitation of being's emergence is the clearing in the wood, the sunlit space across which being passes from the surrounding darkness of the trees. The resultant emergence of being is described by Heidegger as Aletheia, the Greek word for the state of not being hidden, unhiddenness or, to put it positively, the state of being.

Being open to the emergence of being is closely bound up with Heidegger's notion of living authentically.

There is something else for Heidegger; he is no solopsist.

What he does deny however is a world of pre-constructed Platonic forms, which the mind must negotiate in a constrained manner.

The something else is not mind-constructed, it exists independently of mind. However, it can have no being without the mind of man.

There is a kind of false being i.e. mind-constructed and an authentic being that the mind allows to emerge.

On the one hand, Scaligero defines the false being that we see around us as reflected thought, i.e. thought originating in the mind that solidifies, only to be reflected back to us as a mind-independent reality.

On the other hand, authentic being for Scaligero is the living thought that emerges in the mind before it becomes solidified and reflected back.

That living thought is not mind-constructed, rather it emerges in the mind from another source. For Scaligero, this is the light of the Logos entering the world.

In both Heidegger and Scaligero, there is no question of the mind creating reality; it is rather a question of facilitating the emergence of reality.

This might be embellished, as Scaligero did, by declaring that this is the Logos entering the individual.

So that’s authentic being as the Logos, which makes the acceptance of false being idolatrous.

© John Dunn.

St Neots to Croxton

Friday, 19 November 2021 at 21:48

Image of a toll house on Dr John Dunn. I ride the old roads of England on my single cylinder Royal Enfield motorcycle and occasionally video my progress. These are additions to the commentary on a video that I will be placing on YouTube in the near future.

I have to acknowledge that this commentary is incomplete, but will be polished for the YouTube production, the publication of which will be announced on this website. It must be remembered that the words are for spoken text and will no doubt be altered one way or another in the audio recording.

St Neots to Croxton

I’m now approaching the former eastern edge of St Neots, passing through the immediate pre and post-war housing developments of the nineteen thirties, Forties, fifties and sixties.

I say former edge, because a new suburb is being added to the eastern side called Wintringham, and it is in this suburb that I hope to find a relic of the turnpike era.

A stop to check the map, but my researches tell me that it should be just at the other side of the railway bridge.

This is Wintringham, and there’s the relic, just there on the left on the grass verge - a milestone from the turnpike era. I’ll pull over to take a look.

It was erected by the St Neots to Cambridge turnpike trust in the 19th century.

It’s hard to see in the sunlight, but the inscription reads:-


How wonderful to see this old survivor from the stage coach days.

It’s back to the bike now to seek out another relic of the old coaching era.

I’m now joining the current main road to Cambridge, which to this point has by-passed St Neots.

I know that it’s not far ahead.

And there it is on the left. I’ll have to do a U turn to take a look.

And there you have an old Toll House on the St Neot’s to Cambridge Turnpike.

Currently domestic property with only minor changes in its two hundred years or so existence.

The toll house is similar to the one depicted in the nineteenth century painting near Dunstable on the road to Kensworth, at the head of this home page ( )

Agate would have stretched across the road at this point, and the toll house keeper who live in the house would only let you through if you paid the appropriate toll, which was dependent upon the manner in which you might be travelling, by horse, by coach, by waggon, with a herd of sheep etc.

This toll house was built by the St Neot’s to Cambridge Turnpike Trust in the nineteenth century, which used the funds collected here and elsewhere to maintain this road. The trusts were all disbanded by the end of the 1880s, the task of maintenance being picked up instead by local councils and rate payers.

It’s now back to the bike to seek out another relic of the turnpike era.

It should be here at the Croxton crossroads. I’ll pull off this busy road to look for it.

And here it is, small, rusty and seemingly insignificant, another turnpike milestone, or rather, not a stone, it’s made from cast iron, which makes it a milepost.

Again, erected here in the nineteenth century by the St Neot’s to Cambridge Turnpike Trust.

But it’s what’s on it that makes it so fascinating, to me anyway.

As you might expect, the miles to St Neots and Cambridge are shown, but on top is the distance in miles to Oxford: why? Because it bears testimony to the importance of the road to traffic between the two universities in the coaching era.

In the turnpike era, this road was considered to be on the route between Oxford and Cambridge, or should I say on one of the routes. I examine all the options in my Oxford to Cambridge Arc project, an essay from which is usually visible on the home page of

© John Dunn.

St Neots

Thursday, 18 November 2021 at 21:15

Old New Inn at St Neots on Dr John Dunn. Coaching inn at St Neots, examined below.

There follows the next few words in my commentary to a new video, which I will shortly be publishing on YouTube. I continue my motorcycle ride along a road with multiple histories, i.e. the former A45, main Oxford to Cambridge route and old St Neots to Cambridge Turnpike.

The commentary continues on from my most recently published video, in which I ride my Royal Enfield motorcycle along a section of the Great North Road at Eaton Socon.

St Neots

The site of The Bridge House dates back to at least the 16th century. Situated on the banks of the River Great Ouse the building was formerly known as The Half Moon Inn before it became The Bridge Hotel in 1914.

And so to the wide open space of St Neot’s market square.

St Neots Market Square in the 1960s

That brick building on the left was the old Cross Keys Inn. This old coaching inn was closed in February 1989 and has now been converted to shops and offices. The staging bell above the arch, which once announced the imminent departure of the coach disappeared in the development.

Looking back at the old bridge and Half Moon Hotel (as it then was) from the Cross Keys in 1905.

The Cross Keys served travellers to Cambridge on the St Neots to Cambridge Turnpike of 1772, later designated as part of the long A45 before St Neots was by-passed.

There’s a pub name which speaks for itself on the right, ‘The Coach House’. It was the New Inn until its name changed in 2011, but there were good intentions behind the name-change, which aimed to emphasise its history as a coaching inn.

The New Inn (now the The Coach House) c.1920

A photograph does not come any better than this to describe the transition period of the road, that is the period between the decline of road transport following the steam railway explosion of the 19th C. and the return of traffic to the roads, firstly in the form of cyclists who, in turn, blazed the trail for motor transport.

This photograph shows the classic entrance to the stabling yard behind the inn. In the coaching era, stage coaches would have entered the yard to change horses, ready for the next stage of the journey. Passengers on the coaches would have been fed, watered and lodged overnight in the innas necessary.

Then came the bleak period for the inn, as travellers abandoned the stage coaches for the railways.

Things looked up again as riders of the newly invented bicycle took to the roads, and on the photograph, hanging to the right of the building, is the winged wheel symbol of the Cyclists’ Touring Club. No doubt the inn was recommended in the CTC members’ handbook.

Hanging over the yard entrance arch is a sign which reads, “New Inn / High Class Hotel / Motor Garage and Pit”. The words speak for themselves; the former coaching inn now had motoring customers very much in its sights and, just to emphasise this, to the left of the arch hangs an AA sign. The AA began to inspect hotels in 1912, so I guess this was taken between then and, say 1925.

© John Dunn.

Historic cross country route

Wednesday, 17 November 2021 at 21:13

Old bridge St Neots on Dr John Dunn. St Neots town bridge about 1958 prior to reconstruction

What follows is a draft partial commentary to a forthcoming YouTube video. It continues on from my most recently published video, in which I ride my Royal Enfield motorcycle along a section of the Great North Road at Eaton Socon

Historic cross country route

I’m now leaving the Great North Road to head for St Neots.

The cluster of buildings behind the wall on the left, in the trees, is the old workhouse. The St. Neots Union Workhouse was built in Eaton Socon parish in the village of Eaton Ford. The Workhouse buildings are now known as 'The White House' and have been converted to flats.

St Neots Union Workhouse in 1902, St Neots Rd, Eaton Ford

This road was a connecting road, I guess at one time maintained by the Biggleswade to Alconbury Turnpike of 1725, to St Neots, but also to another historic cross country route.

This roundabout marks the meeting with that historic route.

From the left once designated as the A45, which will take me through St Neots, these days as the lowly B1428, and later on to Cambridge.

In its heyday, the A45 ran from the centre of Birmingham all the way out to Felixstowe, and was a vitally important route from the Midlands to the East Anglian coast, and all points beyond towards the Benelux countries via ferry. This important trade route is now served by the A14.

Here I arrive at the crossing of the River Great Ouse across which the traffic on the old A45 once poured. The old stone bridge was demolished in 1963 without detailed recording when it was replaced by this concrete structure.

The old stone bridge was built in 1617, and widened substantially in the 19th C. but it eventually proved inadequate for the weight of modern motor traffic, even when passage over it was restricted to one-way operation, with a five mph speed limit.

What follows is a selection of old photographs of the old bridge. It was quite a monument to lose.

A view of St Neots Town Bridge before its demolition in 1964.

St Neots, The Bridge And Bridge Hotel c.1955

St Neots Town Bridge in 1899

Text © John Dunn.

An expansion upon the previous blog*

Tuesday, 16 November 2021 at 21:54

Friedrich Nietzsche on Dr John Dunn. An expansion upon the previous blog*

God is dead, announced Nietzsche.

Thinking is dead is the implication of Nietzsche’s insight, that is thinking in the belief that it reflects an objective world, resulting in a storehouse of dead thoughts which we each call our own.

But the dead thoughts that we occasionally bring forth are so many idols.

In the previous blog I proffered the idea that:

Active and creative thought is Love ‘in the beginning’ always, breaking the equilibrium cycle always, breaking Ananke at each moment.

Only that which is being created and still to be created is true, leaving that which was created as false.

Thus the need to exist in the medium of Love without cease, to be in Love.
God is Love.

Active and creative thought is the pathway of the Logos into the world - in the beginning, always.

*See Blog, Breaking Ananke, always

© John Dunn.

Breaking Ananke, always

Monday, 15 November 2021 at 22:30

Statue by Bayes on Dr John Dunn. Ananke by Gilbert William Bayes

Breaking Ananke, always

To agree with the assertion made by Silesius* is to accept that the I and the Logos live together or die together.

There can be no presupposition, either one coming before the other; that would be to fall into idolatry, and the idolator’s world is dead.

Once the world is dead, without form, void, dark, undisturbed and inevitable, then it is returned to Ananke as the One; and 1=0.

So without presupposition, the Logos and the I must dwell one within the other for the world to live.

It is Urizen’s world that is dead. We feel apart from it, subject to it and beholden to it.

The living world is not the product of the active and creative thought of the mutual indwelling, rather it is active creative thought.

An entity that is a product of thought is past and dead, and is subsumed by Ananke into the One, and 1=0.

Active and creative thought is not a reflection of an objective world apart, i.e. Ananke’s dead realm.

Active and creative thought is Love ‘in the beginning’ always, breaking the equilibrium cycle always, breaking Ananke at each moment.

Only that which is being created and still to be created is true, leaving that which was created as false.

Thus the need to exist in the medium of Love, without cease, to be in Love.

This is to deny the legitimacy of lives as untrue that do not encounter Love, or murder Love when it is encountered.

* “I know that without me no God can live; were I brought to naught, he would of necessity have to give up the ghost.”

© John Dunn.

Love incarnated

Sunday, 14 November 2021 at 21:09

Jesus the truth on Dr John Dunn. Christ in the Lap of Truth, 1805 Painting by William Blake

Love incarnated

I ended my previous blog by asserting that Christian religionism for Blake had carried over the worshipping of the demiurge from the followers of Jehovah, which made it, essentially, Devil Worship. Again, by further implication, this makes of materialism the totalising Devil Worship of our times.

What did I mean by totalising?

Totalising in the sense that what William Blake saw as an idolatrous doctrine, a profane doctrine, has become the globalist doctrine, the shared attitude.

Blake would say that we are now all followers of Urizen; we are all in the ‘Synogogue of Satan’. Karl Marx said as much.

Diversity is dead
All is as One
And 1=0

What stops us short of the precipice, just short of a return to Chaos, the realm of Ananke who almost holds sway?

A Saviour transgressor:

Like doctrinal religion, profane societies need laws, rules, contracts and institutions: they are those laws which, growing old as man progresses, constitute the force of the Pharisees of every age and the reason for the ideal struggle of the few who in each age attempt to renew them, whilst complying with them.

The error of believing that the existing society is true must not be committed, as only that which is created and still has to be created can be true.

The transgressor is Saviour.
It is the violation and penetration of Ananke by Love, and Love is God, not the imposter Urizen.

And Love is in the beginning - always.

And Love is incarnated.

And Love is murdered by the Pharisees of all times, the totalisers.

The idolaters would have us know God as something presupposed, an aged and vengeful curmudgeon who has been around forever, wholly apart.

In their totalising way they set everything up as something over there, to be understood as something apart, which is arguably the position of our own contemporaries. From religious idolatry to materialism is a short step.

The Incarnation overturns such idols.

Love suddenly stands before us, love becomes the medium in which we exist.

Love is not something objectively valid and over there, something to be explained:

In Love we are in the presence of a mystery, a reality rooted far beyond the domain of the problematical and the day-to-day challenges of just getting by. And this is no fanciful reminiscence, for in the chance encounter’s awakening of consciousness, with its ‘implications for eternity’, we cut right to the heart of religious mystery. For what is Love? Love is God. (Child of Encounter)
In love I was suddenly conscious of my every breath,
Love was the medium of my existence.
…he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him. (1 John 4:16)
Not all dwell in Love:

Urizen called together the Synagogue of Satan in dire Sanhedrim
To judge the Lamb of God to death as a murderer and a robber. (Blake’s Jerusalem)

Urizen and his followers are the anti-Love. Love is not a vengeful curmudgeon, Love is a helpless newborn babe.

© John Dunn.
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