High-brow & Low-brow
Reverend Moon Immortal
 In the age of the internet, after the whirlwind invention of cinema, animation, and a massive explosion in music, as long as you have a device to connect to the internet and an internet connection Boredom is a myth. Unquiet? Watch a YouTube video, some tragic anime, tasteful pornography, a riveting song, read an academic pdf to retain your intellect, a perplexing movie, and then finish with a gothic novel. There is an interminable river of experience gushing down the water shed into the oceanic recesses of repository. One could never experience it all. Yet, therein lies our dilemma: living the best life; for are we not mortals? Is not out time on earth a fleeting illusion, fine like gossamer shred by a blithe zephyr? Is not then the myriad of readily available entertainment an insufferable burden given our limited time? The master’s burden of choice. Forcefully confronted with inevitable truth (as the intelligent always are) our psychic energies toil towards the conception of guiding principles to act as a cynosure in a lightless realm of ignorance. Hence, our thoughts take the form of dialogue. 

“Is all experience equal or is there a hierarchy to experience?”

“Of course all experience is not equal! There is, if aught, a difference In poignancy/mellowness of all experience. However, experience as a totality, being impinged upon the subject’s mind, is more than the initial magnitude of one’s reaction to it. It can, by art of reflection—for it is an art—galvanize a  superiorly poignant internal reaction that makes the initial external reaction pale in comparison; which begs an improved reiteration of your question: can all experience, through perseverance of reflection, attain an equal internal magnitude?”

“No, to entertain such a notion would be pure absurdity! The fact that we elevate certain experiences (and not all) implies to an extent against a development conduced under unique conditions. As for why we transfix upon certain experience over others? This, I ween, comes down to taste. Taste implies a variety of characteristics, and hence experience can no longer be classified through magnitude alone; taste must be integrated.”

Dialogue over| conclusion:
I—through the wisdom accrued in my many years of life, after much striving and thoughtful meditation, which was brought under a very fortunate media education, in complement with my extraordinary mind—am inclined to the reality of hierarchy in experience. Ironically, I hold this conviction without a fully delineated theory of experience hierarchy. So why not essay to craft one?

Development of Theory

While developing my own conception of experience hierarchy—which I will break up into high-brow and low-brow culture (middle-brow will be included)—and consequently their logical distinctions further detailing my theory’s elements, I consider it salubrious to turn this process into a discussion and seek consul in my peers. Feel free to critique what I propound and offer alternative theories. 

Now, the foundation of my theory should first start off on an understanding of man’s internal character. Specifically, what common manifestations our mental character takes. Thinking takes on three forms: Contemplation, Reverie, Emotional Social Discharge (ESD). Contemplation deals with the rational thoughts and questions we need answered. Reverie or day dreaming is narrative; it is scenes of events happening and characters talking. ESD is rhetoric and poetry, which is more broad then you might first suspect. Insults are a form of rhetoric; so are most opinions. The essence of this is the social element that posits another existence to influence or defeat. 

Proceeding, let us establish a relationship between our mental character and the formation of media starting with (I might change this word later) fancy. Disregarding its true definition, fancy is a unit of reverie. A little piquant notion, e.g., getting kidnapped from your high-school AP history class by time travelers because you are the next hitler.

Why, particularly, do I find fancy relevant when I could have taken my theory down a different route? Because the focus of my theory will revolve around narrative. But what is a narrative?

A narrative manifests in a concatenation of fancy. A diminutive narrative has a conclusion, or rather a build up of interest and an ending. A protracted narrative, of the Low-brow variety, is made up of many diminutive narratives lacking a finalizing end. The formation of these Low-brow protracted narratives, bereft of denouement, often lack rational continuity—or an improper term I like to use, feesability—and appear or are formulaic. These Low-brow narratives are guided by genre, which is reflected in reoccurring fancy patterns within them.

What distinguishes Low-brow and Middle-brow narrative is the presence of denouement. 

High-brow narrative is predicated on the higher specious of denouement. The denouement of a work can vary in complexity and sophistication, but in its essence it is a guiding principle conveying a certain mood or feeling. Higher specious or denouement coalesce into philosophy. The base feelings that constitutes denouement also have their own hierarchy. 

The six base feelings/aesthetics are: Beautiful, Tragic, Sublime, Comic, Pretty, and Ugly (Base feelings like the erotic, delicious, and painful are excluded due to their extremely sensual nature). These six can be doled out between the High (Middle)&Low-brow in this order (I, in my remissness, did not explain earlier that low-brow could also posses a denouement, but because of the lowliness of the denouement, I considered it improper to even mention the word) :

High-brow: Beautiful and Tragic for the sheer force and completeness of the emotional sensation. The Beautiful is the supreme aesthetic while the Tragic represents striving and misery, the two concomitants of a higher existence.

Middle-brow: Sublime and Comic for the blunt psychic force that produces either quailing or laughter. The reason the Sublime is not placed higher than the Tragic is because of its impersonal nature. The Sublime is fear of the divine, while the Comic profanes it.

Low-brow: Pretty and Ugly for while both producing an effect, due to their ubiquity they pall to the internal sense. They also lack the capacity and depth to properly be explored and expanded internally.

Now, I could endlessly develope my theory until perfection without posting this thread, but that would be wasteful as why even post at all then? So, I extend to you my inchoate theory. (If you found my writing in want of perspicuity I apologize.)
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