Thursday, 21 June 2018

Piano 100: Bach: Partita 1, Menuet I, BWV 825 | classical piano

An amateur's performance of the first minuet from the first partita by the god of composition named J.S. Bach.

Monday, 18 June 2018

Sunday, 17 June 2018

Piano 97: The Beatles: With A Little Help From My Friends | piano & voice cover

Piano and voice cover of the song With A Little Help From My Friends by the Beatles as available on their Sgt Pepper album.

To be honest, I didn't even

"try not to sing out of key"

on this one, the idea was merely to have blast with one of my favourite songs from the greatest popular music band of all time.

Saturday, 16 June 2018

Monday, 11 June 2018

Piano 91: Revisited: Take A Look Around/Mission Impossible | original piano cover

An original piano cover of Take A Look Around by Limp Bizkit, itself a cover of Mission Impossible by Lalo Shifrin


The thoughtful Lucifers and Daredevils among you might pause to ponder the link between 'taking a look around' and 'mission impossible', considering the state of the world at the moment and how it would be an impossible or, rather, pointless and ill-advised mission to attempt to save (or safeguard) it in its dominant shape.

Should it not much rather be overcome? With the help of new music for new ears perhaps?

Sunday, 10 June 2018

Piano 90: Muse: New Born | piano cover

Piano cover of the song New Born by the British rock band Muse and dedicated to all of you who are as newly born – together with open minds, hearts and all things devilish.

Saturday, 9 June 2018

Thought 640: Twin Peaks, The Anti-Christ & The Palace

Perhaps my favourite scene from the original Twin Peaks tell-a-vision series is the one from Season 1, Episode 3 where Laura Palmer is finally buried and where the script reads:

Father Clarence:
I am the resurrection and the the life, saith the Lord; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live; and whoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die.

For none of us liveth to himself, and no man dieth to himself. For if we live, we live unto the Lord; and if we die, we die unto the Lord.

Whether we live, therefore, or die, we are the Lord's. Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord; even so saith the Spirit, for they rest from their labors. The Lord be with you...

And with thy spirit.

Father Clarence:
Let us pray.

O God, entrust this child Laura to thy never-failing care
and love, and bring us all to thy heavenly kingdom;
through the same thy Son Jesus Christ our Lord, who
liveth and reigneth with thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

Johnny (a simpleton who has a learning disability):

Father Clarence:
Thank you, Johnny.

I baptised Laura Palmer. I instructed her in Sunday school. And like all of you, I came to love her with that special love we reserve for the headstrong and bold. Laura was bright, beautiful and charming. But most of all she was, I think, impatient. Impatient for her life to begin, for the rest of the world to catch up with her many dreams and ambitions.

If we appear to put those dreams to rest today, do not believe it. For those of us who loved her, those dreams will never die. They live on inside each of us.

Johnny (as ill-timed as before)

Father Clarence:
Laura used to tell me that I talked too much. I won't make that mistake here. It is enough to say that I loved her, and will miss her for the rest of my days. 

Johnny (getting into his own call and response rhythm):


What are you looking at? What are you waiting for? You make me sick. You damn hypocrites make me sick! Everybody knew she was in trouble. But we didn't do anything. All you good people. You want to know who killed Laura? You all did. We all did. And pretty words aren't going to bring her back so save your prayers. She would have laughed at them anyway.


Twin Peaks is that wonderful depiction of a Christianised, i.e. civilised-domesticated, provincial American town seen from the viewpoint of an old soul, perhaps that of a pre-Christian, pre-The Crucified Dyonisian Greek with a taste for the (occulted) esoteric (see The New Hellenism and The God-Like Quality of Camera and Screen), a soul that is bemused by and, crucially, sees the petty vices, crimes and lusts of a weak-spirited and weak-minded (wo)mankind (see Men as Mutants) that has turned its back on Being in favour of the interiors and closed doors of the Christian God's economic and governmental providence, the philology of which Giorgio Agamben has traced in The Kingdom and the Glory: for a Theological Genealogy of Economy and Government (see also Nietzsche's Fiery Zarathustra and Tolkien's Hobbling Hobbits).  

Twin Peaks has something of an initiation into mystery about it (see also my blog post on Disney's Mary Poppins), a mystery at the centre of which – as fully revealed in the feature film Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me – involves that dark, well-hidden and taboo topic of incestuous paedophilia that goes on behind private doors, such as the bedrooms of well-to-do and ordinary-seeming households, quarters well hidden from the public eye, and a mystery that was explicitly announced in the 'log lady' introduction to the show's pilot episode, the operative words being:

"There are many stories in Twin Peaks. Some of them are sad, some funny. Some of them are stories of madness, of violence. Some are ordinary. Yet they all have about them a sense of mystery – the mystery of life. 

Sometimes, the mystery of death. The mystery of the woods. The woods surrounding Twin Peaks.

To introduce this story, let me just say it encompasses the all – it is beyond the 'fire', though few would know that meaning. It is a story of many but begins with one  – and I knew her.

The one leading to the many is Laura Palmer. Laura is the one."

Regarding the meaning of the 'fire' I have two suggestions which are perhaps connected.

The first is the statement by that inceptive thinker, the greatest of the Ancient World, named Heraclitus of Ephesus, which has been preserved as
"κόσμον τὸν αὐτον ἁπάντων οὔτε τις θεῶν οὔτε ἀνθρώπων ἐποιησεν, ἀλλ' ἧν ἀεὶ καὶ ἔστιν καὶ ἐσται πῦρ ἀείζωον, ἁπτόμενον μέτρα καὶ ἀποσβεννύμενον μέτρα."
and that has been translated (i.e. trans-formed) as
"The ordering, the same for all, no god nor man has made, but it ever was, is and will be: fire everliving, kindled in measures and in measures going out." 
'Beyond' the fire could thus be interpreted as meaning beyond cosmic ordering, the realm of pure spirit (which Nietzsche in his Anti-Christ considered to constitute 'a pure lie') which, in the occulted tradition of Kaballah, and this is the second suggestion, is the realm of Atziluth, the archetypal plane which drives everything and that is associated with the element of fire, highest ranking of the four on the Tree of Life.

An artist's imagining of Heraclitus

At any rate, and given I have already referred to Nietzsche's The Anti-Christ, the salient snippet of the script from the burial scene reproduced above, taken in the context of the minister's 'pretty words' of Christian doxology and well-meaning affection – at which, in both instances, a simpleton, Johnny, expresses enthusiasm with an ill-timed 'Amen', subliminally making the point that they are not high-minded nor sophisticated words for the ears of adults [not to mention the fact they are uttered by a priest and we know what Nietzsche thought of that category of human being, namely a
"professional negater, slanderer, poisoner of life"
"as long as [he] is considered a higher type of person [...], there will not be an answer to the question: what is truth?"]
 – is Bobby's point that the attendees, the hypocritical ones who utterly failed to intervene to save Laura knowing all too well the distress she was in, are 'good' people, at least in an inauthentic, Christian sense.

For in number 17 of his Curse on Christianity, Nietzsche writes
"Whenever the will to power falls off in any way, there will also be physiological decline, decadence. And when the most masculine virtues and drives have been chopped off the god of decadence, he will necessarily turn into a god of the physiologically retrograde, the weak [i.e. the poor-in-spirit]. They do not call themselves the weak, they call themselves 'the good'."
And, as Bobby asks them, what are they actually waiting for? The Second Coming? Is not the peaceable, domesticated, civilised world these 'good' people conjure and enforce through their apparent 'good' conscience and rejected 'bad' conscience one that forces ascending life and its furious will-to-power into ever more perverse, repressed and vicious expressions, notably in dark cabins and lodges of the 'woods surrounding Twin Peaks' (see also Apple, Satan & Nietzsche)?

[A fact the disabused 'forensic genius' Albert Rosenberg from the F.B.I. is more aware of than the more wide-eyed and naïve special agent Dale Cooper, the latter believing that 'every life has meaning' in Twin Peaks, 'a way of living' he thought 'had vanished from this earth', whereas the former immediately gets to grips on first arriving in the town with the fact that his work has taken him to 'a slipshod backwater burg' that combines the retrograde culture of the simple-minded with the vicious lusts of the criminally bent.]

The ever-honest and noble-hearted Albert

Was not a similar point made in Lynch's Blue Velvet, in the opening scenes where an idyllic, orderly, Christianised neighbourhood is contrasted with a furiously ruthless and burgeoning bug life in the undergrowth of a manicured garden lot, such that the peace and quiet of 'good' neighbourhoods and the vicious depravities of the evil Frank Booths of this world necessarily co-belong as part of the same spiritual universe of manifested reality?

Pertinent to our cause as thoughtful free spirits are the following words from the log lady that introduce episode 1 of the show:
"Do we have the time to learn the reasons behind human beings' behaviour? I think not. Some take the time. Are they called detectives? Watch, and see what life teaches."
Indeed, such a detective, the writer of The Anti-Christ himself, said that
"for many, abstract thinking is toil; for me, on good days, its is feast and frenzy"
to which his shadow, Heidegger, adds (in Nietzsche)
"Abstract thinking a feast? The highest form of human existence? Indeed. [...]
'The feast implies: pride, exuberance, frivolity; mockery of all earnestness and respectability; a divine affirmation of oneself, out of animal plenitude and perfection – all obvious states to which the Christian may not honestly say Yes. The feast is paganism par excellence' (The Will to Power, 916)'.
For that reason, we might add, the feast of thinking never takes place in Christianity. That is to say, there is no Christian philosophy. There is no true philosophy that could be determined anywhere else than from within itself. For the same reason there is no pagan philosophy, inasmuch as anything 'pagan' is always still something Christian – the counter-Christian. The Greek poets and thinkers can hardly be designated as 'pagan'."
Perhaps this Feast of thinking is the Palace Lynch had in mind in the following passage from Inland Empire (released in 2006 or 117 in post-Christian dating), in a scene where an eccentric Polish woman introduces herself to a rich and famous Hollywood actress and, seemingly out of nowhere, states

"A little boy went out to play.
When he opened his door...
...he saw...
the world.
As he passed through the doorway...
...he caused, a reflection.
Evil was born,
Evil was born,
and followed the boy.

- I'm sorry...
What is that?

- An old tale.
And a variation: 
A little girl...
...went out to play.
...lost in the marketplace... if half born.
Then, through the marketplace,
you see that, don't you?
But through the alley
behind the marketplace.
This is the way
to the Palace.
But it isn't something you remember.
Forgetfulness, it happens to us all.
And me?... why, I'm the worst one!"

Perhaps the 'forgetfulness' of which she speaks, the one that is 'lost in the marketplace', is that which occurs when Being has withdrawn from and abandoned beings left to gaze at the 'evil reflection' that follows us when we open the door to see the world (i.e. when we first open our eyes as new-borns, not just in the sense of infant babies but as newly awakened souls that have started to question that which is deceptively familiar in thoughtless habit(u)ation), that is, the reflection of 
"a mirror that casts nothing back"
, to use Heidegger's formulation in his Introduction to Metaphysics, when all things sink to the same level and the prevailing dimensions of existence are those of number (money), the measureless so-on and so-forth of technologically-determined job routines at the hands of capitalising business employers seeking to make a monetary, numbered profit, together with the pale and pallid consolation of entertainment spectacles enabled by the God-like quality of camera and screen.

Addendum - I am particularly fond of the Log Lady's introduction to episode six of Twin Peaks, the one where she states
"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yet there are those who open many eyes. 'Eyes are the mirror of the soul,' someone has said, so we look closely at the eyes to see the nature of the soul. Sometimes when we see the eyes – those horrible times when we see the eyes – eyes that have no soul, then we know a darkness. Then we wonder: where is the beauty? There is none, if the eyes are soulless."
I have seen such eyes, in the most routine and commonplace of contexts rooted in the polarity of fear (see Culture of Fear in the Workplace) – such as when I was a hired or trialled waiter in restaurants, perceiving the cold, lifeless gaze of the bullying, snarling managers, or as a student of law in London University, noticing the empty, superior and lustfully ambitious expression of professional lawyers giving career advice to the aspiring – which has made me realise that the competitive world of business and the modern workplace is full to the brim with the 'soulless ones', the voiding entities, the Patrick Batemans of normalised and normalising co-existence (see too The Superficiality of Normality and The Cult of Capitalism). 

No doubt, David Lynch, as the genial film-maker that he is (see the addendum to The Mulholland Drive Cowboy Scene), is one of 'those who (has) open(ed) many eyes', including mine, and belongs to that 'redeeming class', that 'higher species'
"whose inexhaustible fertility and power keep up the faith in man"
– to quote Nietzsche's The Will to Power.

Addendum 2
"You want to know who killed Laura? You all did. We all did." 
True words, Bobby Briggs. For Laura was a noble, intelligent, insightfulsuperior, sensitive soul brought to ruin by the degenerate and decadent spiritual world of Twin Peaks, with all its petty perversions, seedy undergrowth and botched human beings where the 'upstanding members of the community' are merely cowardly mediocrities. 

And we might further observe that just as the instincts of noble souls - the lovers of beauty and wisdom – are systematically and relentlessly corrupted by the seductions of Christianity and its slave morality - a religion that sprang from the scum, idiotic and simple-minded underworld of Rome – and its 
"love thy neighbour"
nonsense, not to mention the horrific horrors and cruelties of a civilisation bent on self-destruction and earth desecration, we might even further observe that the sacrifice of higher types allows the coming to power of the mob with its crooked lies, greedy vices and sexual lasciviousness. 

Friday, 8 June 2018

Thought 639: Psychopathic Apathy, Barbarity & The New Hellenism

Psychopathy understood in a Greek, which is to say, philosophical manner as the passionate suffering (πάθος) of one's life-force (ψυχή) is very foreign indeed from its prevalent and dominant understanding as the quality of those without moral conscience who do as they please, which is no doubt the way in which those who subscribe to herd, universally valid, objective-truth morality would view your humble narrator, despite the fact that I have a much more pronounced ethical and thoughtful conscience than most and that, unlike those who haven't made the leap into and the journey of thinking things through and from the ground up, I have a clear grasp of what 'ethical', 'thoughtful' and 'conscience' actually mean in terms of the demands of our epoch. 

Below is Mark Passio's slide on the term 'psychopathy' which he equates with 'mental illness', himself having been sucked into Dark Occult circles as a rebellious, deep soul seeking truth in the spiritual wasteland of devastation that are the United States of America, only to suffer from his role as Satanic priest to members of the elite, which prompted him to start The Great Work of whatonearthishappening – a massive boost to my own personal well-being (see Stages and Contexts of My Thoughts) – the lack of technical support for which – in addition to the general level of a-pathy and clueless ignorance among the general public – has made him bitter and exhausted in recent years.

Thus, psychopathy, understood philosophically rather than scientifically as the suffering of a passionate psyche, would tend to indicate the presence of a working soul in contrast to majority a-pathy, the absence of suffering of those without or with squinting souls (on which see number (2) of Seven Recreational Ideas) who have no trouble conforming to a pathological civilisation that is destroying the planet and all the noblest specimen of human beings who have creative instincts of freedom and of beautification that are not readily compatible with market capitalisation, social conformity and the taming forces of a decadent civilisation. 

"The sensibility of the majority of men is pathological and unnatural"
writes Nietzsche in number 52 of The Will to Power, as
"the consequence of a pathological and unnatural morality." 
This is the dark insight I came to in Rank Ordering, particularly in terms of Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen's citation of Heraclitus in what is the noblest account of the bourgeois and slave-mind horror that was Nazi Germany, namely Diary of a Man in Despair, a citation that begins with the words
"They no longer know that the many are always the evil and the few, the good."
[One of the Seven Sages of the Ancient World, Bias of Priênê, regarded by Heraclitus as having a greater reputation than the others, had indeed said that
 οἱ πλεῖστοι ἄνθρωποι κακοί 
"most human beings are bad"
in so far as 
"the many do not strive, like the noble minded, after the radiance of glory [but] indulge in transitory things." (see Heidegger, Heraclitus Seminar)]
This is where we are at now. It is the many who are without conscience and psychopathic in the sense of being unburdened with and untroubled by ethical understanding – that can only prevail where there is the burdening that comes with thoughtful habit(u)ation – although apathetic would be a better, more accurate and more damning term, since this soul-less or, rather, heartless nasty majority does not actually care and does not care about the fact it does not care and moreover, does not want to care - hence does not know the πάθος of passionate suffering open only to to those who have unlocked their heart (see What You Care About Can Destroy You). 

They are perfectly happy in their entertained, conformist, greedy and predatory will-to-power that feels no shame in bullying, degrading and ruining the noble-minded and the open-hearted who have the strength to put themselves at the risk of Being's thought-provoking demands and resisting the con-trap-tions and abyssal forgetfulness of technology's inflated proliferations.

In the introductory remarks to his quiet masterpiece What is Philosophy?, Giorgio Agamben admits to finding our age a barbaric one (βάρβαρος), that is to say, etymologically speaking, one that is at a far remove from the thoughtfulness of a Greek temperament which is
"superficial – out of profundity. And is not this precisely what we are again coming back to, we daredevils of the spirit who have climbed the highest and most dangerous peak of present thought and looked around from up there – we who have looked down from there? Are we not, precisely in this respect, Greeks? Adorers of forms, of tones, of words? And therefore - artists? - Nietzsche, The Gay Science

It is in fact the very barbarity of the age that is turning us into Greeks of a new history, a history that has been some time in the preparation, perhaps beginning most emphatically with the poet Hölderlin as Europe's new Homer and founding poet given that
"suffering, the symptoms of decline belong in the times of tremendous advances" - The Will to Power no.112
and that 
"the same reasons that produce the increasing smallness of man drive the stronger and rarer individuals up to greatness." - The Will to Power no.109

Thursday, 7 June 2018

Thought 638: The Belly of Being and The Naming Word

Nietzsche's observation in Thus Spoke Zarathustra (in his speech On The Hinterworldly), that
"the belly of being does not speak at all to humans, unless as a human" (my italicisation)
seems to have been re-form-ulated in Heidegger's Being and Time (under the section The Kind of Being of Truth and the Presupposition of Truthas
"There [gives] truth only insofar as Dasein is and as long as it is."
The belly of being - which only human Dasein can give voice to, i.e. the one who has been propriated by the call of Being, of that which gives to think and provokes us to thought(ful habituation) (see Heidegger's What is Called (or Calls for) Thinking?) - is that which makes meaning possible at all and is suggested by the possible meaning of a word, i.e. truth (as newly defined in Lathoron, A Philosophical Dialogue).

Truth, so comprehended, shares more than a passing resemblance with Plato's idea (ιδέα) understood in an original and originary way by Agamben in What is Philosophy? as 
"the thing in its pure sayability and the name in its pure naming the thing"
or, simply, as the say-ability of a thing in so far as it has been given a name, i.e. been named.

And we know since Walter Benjamin's On Language as Such and On the Language of Man (as collected in this volume) that 
"the name is that through which and in which language communicates itself absolutely" 
such that, modo theologicum
"God's creation is completed when things receive their names from man, from whom in name language alone speaks"
making Adam of Genesis, into whom God breathed his breath that
"is at once life and mind and language",
the first poietic (i.e. forth-bringer, from the Greek ποίησις) philosopher of truth, of that which makes the meaningful, naming word possible.  

Wednesday, 6 June 2018

Thought 637: Whose Sense of Humour?

A sense of humour, understood as having the innate capacity and practiced ability to see the comical sides of the tragicomedy of the human condition, is a sense of humour, i.e. pertains to one's sensibility, which I have defined many times on ScruffyOwlet's Tree as the inner aspect of one's being, understood as human Da-sein or Nature-as-physically-embodied (φυσίς), just as personality is its outer, social or even political aspect (regarding which see, inter alia, the last paragraph of addendum 2 to Reading the SelfHow Others Perceive You and note 4 of A Brief Anatomy of Perception)

So when someone accuses others of not having a sense of humour or of being too serious for not partaking in the fun of what they find fun-ny, they are really saying that these others do not share in the same sense of humour or even the same (usually superficial, vulgar and plebeian) outlook, failing to grasp the fact that even (and perhaps especially) when it comes to what things people laugh at and find funny, there is, like in every other domain of co-existence (on which see number (14) of Eighteen Ideas), much healthy diversity and spicy variety, variety being the consequent manifestation of underlying and in-nate diversity, understood as a differentiation that sets apart that is φύσει ὄντα, i.e. according to pre-given data (from the Latin datum, the gift of what is given) that spontaneously arises out of itself, as opposed to τέχνῃ ὄντα, according to what is forcefully contrived after the fact (from the Latin factum, the deed - "in the beginning was the deed" - Goethe) through planning and production (see too number (2) of Six Ideas and the post Natured Nurture and Nurtured Nature - for more on diversity see Political Diversity, Diversity as Natural Law Principle and Diversity Includes Non-Diversity). 

Tuesday, 5 June 2018

Piano 89: Muse: Starlight | piano cover

Piano cover of the song Starlight by the British rock band Muse.

Audio: I no longer offer audio-only versions of my recordings due to having run out of free space on the hosting website SoundCloud. 

Monday, 4 June 2018

Thought 636: Crowd-Pleasing Rabble-Panderers

"The crowd likes best what sells in the market-place
And loud-mouthed force alone wins a slave's respect.
In gods and godhead only he can
Truly believe who himself is godlike."

- Hölderlin

"Life is a well of joy; but where the rabble drinks, there all wells are poisoned."

- Nietzsche

Sunday, 3 June 2018

En français 9 : Montaigne le montagnard

Montaigne ou celui qui a daigné monter jusqu'au sommet la montagne de l'éclaircissement, des lumières, de la sagesse, de l'illumination.

Saturday, 2 June 2018

En français 8 : "Malheur à celui qui abrite le désert !"

"Malheur à celui qui abrite le désert !" 
 s'exclame le Zarathoustra de Nietzsche. 

"Malheur" : le mal de l'heure ? de notre époque ? de notre monde spirituel ?

"A celui qui abrite le désert" : ce "celui" serait-ce le surhomme (voir Qu'appelle-t-on penser ? de Martin Heidegger), celui qui, en pensant son habit(u)ation (voir Comment devenir maître du monde), ressent au plus profond de son être le mal de l'heure qui lui est proprement sienne en tant que véritable contemporain (voir Qu'est-ce que le contemporain ? de Giorgio Agamben) ? 

Que signifie abriter, c'est à dire, protéger le désert ? 

Serait-ce le manque de volonté à combattre, à résister, à surmonter, à être résolument soi-même et par ce refus ne pas être à la hauteur des décisions que requiert l'heure de notre époque, seules à même de faire du malheur du désert mondial un bonheur de l'oasis local, de sorte que la formule
"Malheur à celui qui abrite le désert"
devienne celle de
"Bonheur à celui qui cultive l'oasis",
- à savoir, la bonne heure de celui ou celle qui résiste la dévastation imposée par le don de la pensée, du poème de l'Être (ποίησις), et de ses actes créatifs ?

Mais qu'est-ce ScruffyOwlet's Tree si ce n'est le don que m'a fait l'Être d'une pensée qui puisse, à son tour, donner aux autres ?

Friday, 1 June 2018

Thought 635: Double-Meanings in the "Fresh Meat for the Grinder" Scene from Starship Troopers

I already noted in What is the Meaning of the Brain Bug's Capture in Starship Troopers? that that 1997 science fiction film was in essence anti-fascist, anti-war commentary disguised as pro-fascist, pro-war propaganda of the kind we are accustomed to see in the vast majority of Hollywood war films, including Saving Private Ryan, which no doubt many immature souls - including those of the press - believe it to be, and not necessarily even thinking that to be a bad thing!

Anyway in today's posting I wish to have a fresh look at the 'Fresh Meat for the Grinder' scene from the film, particular in terms of its script. 

In that scene, the 'heroes' or, rather, the newly recruited slaves of the so-called 'United Citizen Federation', a totalitarian, militaristic global state to which they have just pledged a life-binding oath, get their documentation stamped by a desk-clerk (see also Computed by Computers) who has an artificial hand, as they join their allotted ranking positions in the armed forces. 

Here is the script from this deceptively low-key but in fact pivotal moment of the film where the film's main protagonists officialise by means of an administering, low-level official their entering the hordes of voluntary slaves to the system:

Clerk: Fresh meat for the grinder, eh? So how'd you kids do?
Recruit A: I'm going to be a pilot.
Clerk: Well good for you. We need all the pilots we can get.
Recruit B addressing Recruit C: Hey, did you get starside R and D?
Recruit C replying to Recruit B: No.
Recruit B: I don't believe it.
Recruit C: I got Games and Theory.
Recruit A: Games and Theory? That's military intelligence.
Recruit C: Yeah
Recruit B: Way to go, Carl.
Clerk: Next time we meet, I'll probably have to salute you.
Recruit C: Hmm.
Clerk addressing Recruit B: How about you, son?
Recruit B: Infantry, sir.
Clerk: Good for you. Mobile infantry made me the man I am today.

- At which point the Clerk turns their back on them, only to be revealed to have stumps for legs.
'Fresh meat for the grinder' 
is of course plainly obvious to those paying the slightest attention: they are being led as sheep to the slaughter as you would expect from the (human) meat factory that the military truly is in its essence (processing thoughtless cattle), its means (violent warfare) and its aim (killing for control).

[In fact, the expression 'the daily grind' retains a sense of the 'grinding', i.e. crushing, quality of workaday living in which many are merely as human 'meat' in the sense of replaceable bodies for the needs of the social, financial and technological order (see The Meaning of CV and also the first addendum to The "Life Doesn't Make Sense" Paradox).]  

He also addresses them as 
, even though legally they are adults and are 'qualified' graduates (on the occult mockery of graduates see Graduates & Cops). In terms of maturity and the capacity to think independently they are indeed children or much worse in fact, since they are under far more mind control than freshly born babes, having undergone years of schooling indoctrination, whose teachings and curricula are of course determined by the United Citizen Federation (see also Children are Wiser). 
'Starside R(esearch) and D(evelopment)' 
makes me think of Stateside R & D, i.e. techno-scientific research and production undertaken for and in the USA, typically feeding off and feeding into the military-industrial machine. 
'I got Games and Theory... that's military intelligence' 
is also telling. As we saw these human beings are less than kids in terms of their intellectual development which has been stunted by mind control techniques and what do kids do? They play games

[There is also a tellingly ubiquitous expression in State-led, collectivist France (see number (4) of Five Ideas and France and the Collective) that is said of well-meaning, i.e. tame, public behaviour: 'bon enfant', that is, literally, 'good child' and the media parrots don't think twice about what they are actually saying in speaking this way (see also Modern Politics is for Children and on the difference between speaking and saying see The "Life Doesn't Make Sense" Paradox).]

I have also, several times on this blog, commented and looked down on theory, understood as a thoughtless, calculating, vacuous toying with intellectual information (see the addendum to number (5) of Thinking Knights), often with a view to gaining an advantage over other beings (see The Intellectual and The Thinker), including the fashionable nonsense of game theory

[In fact, one could take the view that theories (or, worse, 'Theory') are comfortable, commodified thought that one can shop for, but at universities rather than supermarkets. And, above all, they do not demand of those who 'theorise' the self-commanding of the one who is superior to himself (see number (2) of Four Ideas and Nietzsche II) in so far as (s)he hazards or risks himself for the purpose of self-overcoming, cultivating spiritual wealth and bearing creative fruit that feeds the hungry.] 

As if to confirm this point, in the script under consideration, 'games and theory' are linked to and termed 'military intelligence', that is, the obscurantist black hole of ignorance that pertains to all mi - lit - ary (my-light-awry - the spark of my consciousness has gone amiss) matters, military intelligence being an oxymoron par excellence.
"Way to go, Carl", 
as thoughtlessly expressed by way of compliment, also suggests that military intelligence is a way, a path that one has chosen for oneself, if only by not resisting, i.e. not thinking, for
"in politics, obedience and support are the same." - Hannah Arendt
(For more considerations on the 'way' see Thinking Knights).
"Next time we meet I'll probably have to salute you", 
what, you mean as they did everywhere and at every moment to each other in Third Reich Germany?

Of course special honours go to the 
"mobile infantry made me the man I am today" 
state-ment (a stating of the mind's contents, i.e. one's state of mind, 'ment' coming from the Latin mens, mentis) at the end, so rich it is in double meaning. 

First point to be made is that it was being a member of mobile, i.e. moving, armed forces that crippled the clerk's legs and therefore made him the opposite of mobile but immobilised for life, at least without a prop or means of supporting his legless self. 

Second point to be made is the word 'infantry' itself which contains the word infant in it, i.e. baby child, from the Latin infans. In truth the infantry infantilises those already-infant souls who join its ranks, needing as they do external discipline, i.e. ordering from without, and thus hardly makes you a 'man' which, as we know since my philosophical poem Habitation, is a quality that applies only to those creatures who think their habits and their habituation, i.e. who are ethical (the word ethics coming from the Greek ἦθος which denotes the way in which one is accustomed, i.e. habituated, to hold oneself and is often translated into English by 'habit' or 'character').

In truth, the extent of the tragedy of humanity on display in this scene - disregarding for a moment the enlightened minds who devised and gave birth to it - is only really appreciated when one realises that the more mature and high-ranking desk-clerk is as clueless and infantilised as those fresh recruits or 'meat for the grinder' he refers to as 'kids'.

Thus, we may observe by way of conclusion that in an all-out totalitarian society like the United Citizen Federation - or, indeed, the United States of America - that blocks all attempts at thoughtfulness, e.g. by pathologising them (see Medication v Medicine) or persecuting them, it really is the case that the blind lead the blind to their own slaughter and that the one-eyed man, that is, the one whose mind's eye (see The Chakras and the Planets) is activated through having chosen thoughtful habituation as his mode of being (see How to Become Master of the World), is king - and master (see also The One-Eyed Man and the Minions).

"Discourse cheers us to companionable reflection. Such reflection neither parades polemical opinions nor does it tolerate complaisant agreement. The sail of thinking keeps trimmed hard to the wind of the matter.
From such companionship a few perhaps may rise to be journeymen in the craft of thinking. So that one of them, unforeseen, may become a master." (my italicisation) 
- Martin Heidegger from The Thinker as Poet (collected in the volume Poetry, Language, Thought) 
[It is in this last regard that Hannah Arendt's description of Heidegger's pre-glory days in Germany, i.e. the days before he became a household name by way of the 1927, epoch-making publication of Sein und Zeit, as those in which "travelled the news of a secret king", i.e. one who has achieved third-eye awakening, gains its full philosophical weight (see Men in Dark Times.)]