I was not trying to make a mockery of your website. I understand you have put a great deal of effort into the manifestation of your conception. It is a good webpage. I appreciate your corner of the web. It is people like you and the attribution of free thinking/never ending pursuit of “truths” and “knowledge” that aspire and inspire people such as myself. Again, kudos to you.

Furthermore, my take on the psychology of the Joker is that he is the every man. Universal and dynamic, the one and the many, singularity and plurality. He is the every day man… the layman… the low-man, if you will or our basic fundamental level of psyche or innate intuition. To get his point of view across it does not require money, hence burning the mountain of cash on the cargo boat scene in The Dark Knight. The joker is unrelentless in his approach. He has overcome the obstacle that holds the entire Western Civilization in CONTROL and that is fear. He is fearless. He is intelligent and to manifest his ideas, he does so in a manner that affects people. It affects people on so many different levels but mostly emotional. He is similar in nature to JigSaw in the Saw series. He allows people to choose (thus granting them the idea that they are in control and making a free choice) but his intellect already knows their nature, therefore, it is setup to teach a lesson. He has witnessed society walking around all day bouncing off one another like ants in excursion. He takes them out of their hollow shell (everyday mundane, mediocre life) and puts them in a perspective that most do not wish to perceive. He is not pure evil, but rather an ambassador to the construct.

Batman is his exact and opposite equal. Now the fact that Batman is confused with his alter ego (Bruce Wayne) is another story. The Joker (we shall call him Mr. White for names sake and keeping with the congruence of his other half) is the truest character in the film The Dark Knight. Truest in the sense that, he saw where he was mentally and where he wants to be and found a way to bridge the gap producing an enlightened state of being. I say this because he knows and understands who he is and how he wants to portray himself, though in not so good means by any standard. At any rate, Mr. White is the most recognizable figure in the comic book era. I believe that for the masses he represents absolute evil and Batman represents absolute good. This dichotomy is the basic premise for all plot that involves the duo. Mr. White said it himself at the end of the film, an immovable object meeting an unstoppable force. He recognized his place while Batman was still trying to come to terms of with his– “reality.”

Batman/Bruce believes in justice and order, so how can he be so naive that once he found his exact opposite, not recognize that? One of the basic premises of the film is the evolution of Batman through means of evil. Through out the film, Mr. White gives us clues into his background but upon further review he has given us nothing about his background. He gives us situations that happen to people or children everyday (ie. Why so Serious? scene). The psychology of him giving different stories to different people could be seen as schizophrenic but we must understand his purpose of doing so. I believe he does so to represent the (nature vs. nurture) environment of which some people live in. How can we total ignore the problem of evil in our everyday lives? Mr. White has, obviously, done tremendous self reflectivity and his conclusion to evil was to laugh. Why so serious? Now, this may seem cynical to some but to others they completely understand.

Why is that? Why can we relate to darkness? Do we really need to have the dark to appreciate the light? I believe so, so why then is Mr. White painted as this immoral unethical figure? In actuality to better understand the parable of the justice system and rationalize our laws “we” NEED people of his caliber but it is not understood. We only have laws to battle evil (sidenote: but I lean more toward control of populace), but what if there were no evil? Many find it easy to be dismissive this character… oh its dark… oh it’s witty… oh it’s evil. Society does not want to understand the nature of Mr. White because they are AFRAID (fear vs. laziness). Or is it too painful? (pain vs. pleasure) After all, he is JUST a man like the rest of us. Could we possibly possess such qualities in ourselves? Absolutely! But will we adherently and actively seek to understand ourselves? No. Even though, in our modern day Western Civilization we promote… belligerently and obliviously advocate the individual/individualism. And the basis for this Western Civilization/Philosophy/Culture/Society idea of individualism stems from the church (Presbyterian…WASP). In society, either most people are afraid of themselves (their being, their soul, their energy, whatever) or they are too lazy to put forth the effort to find themselves/understand being. They put faith in other people, other systems, and other entities besides their own, thus giving up control. It is difficult not to feel disappointed. Because I personally envision more… something much much more.

Furthermore, I firmly adhere to the notion that Mr. White can teach us more than meets the eye (the perception that is most deceiving). The phenomenon of my inquiry merely mimics that of my peers and others that are so drawn to the utter fascination of serial killers and murders. The acquisition to this erroneous claim can be better understood by a modern day proverb: To better understand a mad man, one must become one. I intrinsically think, Heath Ledger embodied this. With his joker journal (making fun of disfigured babies, people with aids), the fascination with Nick Drake, the divorce, the depression and not sleeping– he gave us more than a performance. He gave us a physical manifestation of pure evil. I applaud him. These are not just stories (comics, tales, fantasy), they are ways of life. Through such knowledge as making an emotional response to cinema we can (for that brief moment) experience (or enhance) vicariously our human element, as to grow… the entertainment factor is nothing more than a byproduct of this process.

Kratosfury2006

Like phosphorescent desert buttons…

Everything was like the Arcadian-circular rhythmic beating of the drum. The inner beating… the inner being… the inner light of the earth… the inner being of us all… I perceived this illumination of such beings and was (briefly) connected while moving in and out of them frequently… until it resembled a slow moving vibration. No longer could music enhance my human experience, because I was surrounded with the tones of wonder… silent music that I was not aware of. The sound of my jacket’s zipper… the twitch of my hand… the rustler from the friction between my fingers… the whisper of the wind through trees that seemed unmatched in chaotic maneuverability…unmoved and unchanged as far as I conceived… these silent partners in our experience came to the foreground and presented themselves in their most primate primordial state. I was made aware of their essential beauty and existential empirical existence. Furthermore, each carried a different tone that coincided with the adherence of some congruent, consistent-coexistence with respect to the notion of a dominant conceptual law or principle. In this labyrinth of paradigm shift into amazement, I discovered (instead of mechanically mimicking these memes) memes in the form of monotones.

Then there came to be another beat (this one different in tonality from the previous). Its resonance took on another and distinctive form that I could recognize in the sense of understanding but nothing more. I comprehended what music was, moreover, I was creating it at the same time. I was the conductor of this massive orchestra while simultaneously an audience member in awe. I was putting together two dichotomous forces in rhythm that I could not naturally understand but through processes of bestowment… the knowledge for understanding was understanding; therefore, I understood. It was the rapid succession of humanity… of information… of knowledge. The inner beat was moving rapidly toward the future and I felt the ground shrouding all around me. I gazed upon its manifestation… it was moving fast, almost flying toward the speed of light… 100… 200… 500 hundred years into the future… until the dichotomy ceased to clasp inward on itself. In this inward clasp of catastrophe magnitude our intellectual existence was made “one” or the notion of ignorance was forthcoming- with it- its generosity.

I established that we are not moving forward in our intellect, as many may think, but backward into something we have not experienced since the dawn of man. It was at this heightened sense of things that… nothing seemed to exist (no motion), but everything did accordingly to the laws that governed it. This immensely sized mechanicality of universal membrane embodied motion (because for I understood it as having stopped at this pinnacle… apparently, the potential energy of kinesthetic intelligence was pronounced, at any rate, I could not empirical understand because of the limitations of the mind) and the slow intervals of dichotomous ideas, light, phenomenon’s began transversely moving back and forth again in the systematic progression. The process, consequently, personified the construct of an immovable object meeting an unstoppable force. Through wise passiveness, I was a percipient of the origin of the universal membrane and, with my eyes, seen the birth of thought. I sensed the energy through perception of the “big bangs” radiating through me with knowledge again… with understanding again… with wisdom for the first time. It was still moving forward in time… this transverse of immediate energy displaying before me… but at any rate, moving backward unto plateau.

Excellent break down of the joker… now break down me. Haha!

linda