I am bored. Over six years later and people still wonder at the postmodernism of Jordan Peterson. We've all been postmodern ever since Pentheus' head ended up on his mom's stick. We are blind to the points of our stories. Every Apollo hides a (t)horny Dionysos. Someone has to let the serpent in. Or out - fuck knows.
We need to move on to the stupid bits. Like Peterson's love for Eliade, the fascist. Like his delusion that anyone can somehow stand outside ideology. Isn't he eager to admit that hell is all too real in human history? Maybe it's because hell is adaptive. Maybe all hierarchies are Dantean. Maybe God requires the Devil. Nay, maybe God and the Devil are one. The One.
Like the fact that the Tree of Life, with all its arbitrary levels of resolution, is hierarchical. Jesus dying on the Tree is no better than the saprophyte feasting on the holy rood. And the storyteller cannibalising the Tree of Life is the worst parasite of all. Someone needs to speak for the saprophyte. And Peterson needs some wood to die on. A little death at least.