May 28, 2018
March 10, 2018
It is, perhaps, the androgyne's destiny alone to be able to look upon society without falling prey to the complaint that it has become either 'too masculine' or 'too feminine.'
Writers of fragments, unruly, wild and reckless, always follow builders of tight systems. Through an act of daring, rather than mere truth seeking, the fragmentary writer adjusts the vocabulary of his predecessors so that it can exalt his position in the world. A system becomes a laboratory of possibilities, history itself a means of expression.
One does so much to import laughter into this realm of darkness. One must go to the outside and tell the angels jokes in order to bring laughter down from the heavens.
Contintental Philosophy of the Idealistic strain paired well with the wisdom of the east. However, they did themselves a great disservice by philosophizing something from the top down which was, fundamentally, experiential from the bottom up. Hegel can be boiled down to Giovanni Gentile, who concluded that individual rights didn't exist. Regardless of the truth claim, it was the politicization of the claim which caused harm. Politicization creates illusions in accordance with the degree that it tries to administer truth.
Ashrams, western orders of initiative magic and mega-churches all increase in volume in the most soulless of densely populated American cities like Las Vegas, Las Angeles... In places where both commodities and desires are born, spiritualities offer a form of parasitism which balance both. There are simply some sins which are worth the redemption they call for; all the better when discounted at an ungodly price.
Love of the law is like the love of melancholy; once it is loved, the conditions for its existence vanish altogether.
Music should be judged harshly where it incites disruption of the breath.
One does best to experience life at the expense of art, though it is assumed that the opposite grants one some esteem. But to turn one's life into creation lends one the energy to create, here and there in the twilight, those works which far surpass the steadier, more consistent creative hand.
One wears one's opinions like a king who posts the severed heads of his enemies on poles around his castle. One suffers the instrument responsible for such a display at one's own peril, though by then, the king only adds another head, not because he needs more, but because the others failed to demonstrate his purpose
Who is the one interpreting, and on what criteria can his interpretation be built? There will come a time when even active thought will be considered too passive.
Insofar as will exists, it implies free agency in itself. Only when it is posited that will can be given as a gift does there then arise speculation as to whether or not it can still be free.
Unable to implement the wholly possible task of slowing time down, we've traded it for an impossible task: to destroy time altogether.
Reality is a surplus which transcendence spends on the leisure time awarded by consummation.
What could possibly be the point of modern music? In it, we accept in the space of three and a half minutes what we would never tolerate from a peer over the course of a month: mindless, droning, sentimental repetition.
We've turned the warrior inclination toward battles of the intellect. One wanders into the dark and thrusts one's sword into blind spots. When it turns out that our whimsical thrusts have killed a few strangers, we say, 'Aha! I knew there were enemies here! If they were not here, they would not be dead!'
Though many thinkers from the west may align with the wisdom of the east, they have to crash violently through western nihilism to get there. They resent the miracles Christianity would have them believe, for they know that the east considers its very mythmaking capacity the real miracle.
Technology has provided us with endless opportunities to increase our intelligence but has severed our means of turning our knowledge into wisdom.