§1
Lyricism in academic discourse is desirable and maybe even necessary to free it from its instrumentalist fetters.
§2
They tell me what I should do while pilfering my will to do it. These thieves would steal the very acquiescence from my lips and deny me even the chance to embarrass myself.
§3
That deceptive blanket of the obscure that seems only to hinder the sense may rather warm the bones of understanding.
§4
The path to self-understanding is contextualized by forces for which all understanding is incidental.
§5
As much as the sensate and the cognate unify in understanding, the stubbornness of their poles prevents any lasting dalliance.
§6
The entwining of our past and our future, that set of potentialities that finds itself expressed only in its antipodal source, forms the cord that draws apart the curtains of the present.
§7
The mutual corrupting of the sense and the ego is the source from which all human experience sprouts and the wellspring of true purity.
§8
The ego is sustained by that which it must deny in its higher moments, but it can never escape the gravity of such betrayal.
§9
A loss of the moment allows “common sense” to assail it, making us the source of incursions into that which we should most cherish.
§10
We consumers walk on water under the blessed guidance of our curious gods, who encourage us to look to the sky as the tsunami approaches.
§11
Nothing is more destructive to confidence than a false unity of purpose that reveals itself as so at the most inopportune moment.
§12
Rational thought in order not to be self defeating must recognize its grounding in that which at first seems its antithesis.
§13
Principles cannot be so on the presumption of convenience. It is only the pain they necessitate that gives them the strength to be worthwhile allies.
§14
The real which necessitates the ego is a symptom of its negation. But the nothing that the ego necessitates is precisely what we are, a hole in the fabric of the world that must worship its essential vanity or be consumed by it.
§15
That arrangement of biological material that forms the substrate of the ego is in itself the filtered effect of that which it is supposed to cause.
§16
When we reach above the ego for answers and find nothing in our grasp, it is because it is our grasp itself that we seek.
§17
Every brick removed from the formless world is one more for the home of self.
§18
Reason is the untying of the knot of self in its social being and so a reorganization of the whole in the part.
§19
Beware the buzz of words that signals the fear of gesture and the theft of will.
§20
In making consciousness the subject of discourse, philosophy necessitates an inversion of perspective that effaces its target. What is left is a mirror pointed at a void.
§21
They talk to expand the vacuum within and demand your consent to be there suffocated.
§22
Harmony is that power that arranges in symphonic movements of reflection and action the music of the self.
§23
Fear denied is fear concentrated, stored, and empowered. The telos of denial is identity with the subject of fear.
§24
Self-relation illuminated as social body is a sun perpetually eclipsed in consumption.
§25
Beauty is that structuring that makes all structure disappear. Only in its transparency is it apparent.
§26
It is only the fundamentalist who refuses to apply faith to the will and must for every moral action appeal to some concrete authority.
§27
What speaks us speaks its way into us and we flow unknowingly to its rhythms to an inevitable silence.
§28
What separates us from our creator is not a fall, but flight.
§29
Without the pain of failure, talk has no roots and nothing to aspire to.
§30
The only thing more frightening in writing than its capacity for failure is its capacity for success. Failure at least offers an escape.
§31
What is pure in language is its greatest strength and its greatest danger. Rats are carried furthest on the sturdiest of ships.
§32
Rationality is not a gift of language, but heir to a speechless soul that would disown it would that it could.
§33
The energies at the heart of words are sparklings of the soul too often dulled by their speaking.
§34
Language ought unravel us to where wonder and truth meet.
§35
Where common knowledge becomes conflated with common sense, the lowest of the ignorant find wings.
§36
Look down to the root of sense rather than up to its flowers which wilt in society’s rain.
§37
As thought abstracts from the senses, nonsense is unavoidable even at its most logical.
§38
A society absent community is struck dumb by the invisible hand that guides it.
§39
Society is a medusa that freezes in its own reflection.
§40
The social man spins, his nausea the impetus of perpetually circling poles.
§41
Sorting through our impulses like marbles in a jar, the most colourful immediately seem more valuable.
§42
Freedom is not found in open spaces but in walled gardens around which wild jungles rage.
§43
Why do we so often welcome, even cherish, the visitor of intuition without asking him to remove his mask?
§44
The self is too often a moat in which action drowns.
§45
The gordian knot of the inner tongue won’t be talked away.
§46
The mirror self-reflected multiplies its flaws, but the act somehow transcends its origin.
§47
The dream of God is neither to be affirmed nor denied, and forcefully and deliberately do we not. As with all prescriptions, including this, power lies in forging a space between certainties, between concepts, between thoughts. There, we breathe and remember we are in the womb of language.
§48
The self must devour itself. Such is the logic of its nature and its inherent danger. Only the delusional seek the self, a satellite chasing their stars.
§49
Identity is a choice but a forced one; so forms the social self and society as whole.
§50
The poles around which we spin, we have put there, but are too dizzy to ask why.
§51
The self as spectator. Cui Bono but the spectacle itself.
§52
Self-restraint, but what dog is on the leash and who is leading it? Self-restraint being the language of the identity trap the logic of which inexorably demands separation.
§53
Technological wonder is the trojan horse of contemporary propaganda.
§54
“Happiness” like “love” is a word designed to obscure its referent.
§55
Pleasure is the parasite of substance.
§56
We can never find anything without losing that necessary fracture of thought and feeling.
§57
How to protect sensuousness, the jelly of identity, from the jaws of thought?
§58
Whence pride but the image, and whence the image but the shameful conscience of the social which feeds on the self?
§59
Seek so that ye may not find, for only in seeking are ye found.
§60
To partake of the apple is to accept its burden; not knowledge, but the possibility thereof; not truth, but the promise thereof; not life, but the striving thereto.
§61
The hidden will to self and the key not reason but contempt for all that falsely lays claim to it.
§62
And so around us flit the locusts of our nightmare, that the parasite of self will always be stronger than the self.
§63
Choice itself polluted, presented naked of imagination, stripped of intuition, and ravished by “common sense”.
§64
To disentangle the perversion of the will through a perverted will. This, the paradoxical gift of the human disease.
§65
The failure to realize that we are unnecessary to our will is the primary obstacle to our fulfilment.
§66
Our self-justifications undermine their own rationale to the final absurdity of an empty death. To respect life is to respect its tragic kernel.
§67
Thoughts are potholes on the road to action.
§68
The necessity of consciousness in deconstructing consciousness is its only justification.
§69
Both the rational and irrational are dogs in need of a master who can whisper they are kin.
§70
Quality is the structure that obtains where lesser structures merely remain.
§71
A diseased environment inflicts on consciousness a reduction while being still the only source of its redemption.
§72
The “they” that would supplant the will is the “I” that fails to understand it. A self-aware will is impregnable.
§73
Self is a verb.
§74
I sense therefore I am not what I think.
§75
The creative spark is impotent in a mind exposed to arsonists.
§76
We do not denigrate argument through the use of metaphysics, we denigrate metaphysics through the use of argument.
§77
They told us metaphysics was a nonsense. In its place, they offered us brooms in closets, bald kings, and a legacy of distraction.
§78
Speak not lest you betray silence with a dull thought. Peace will not thank you, but in future flee all the faster.
§79
Our analytic knives prepare hurriedly a feast of our own hearts.
§80
All analysis fails that does not admit of its ultimate failure.
§81
The romantic mind is not the enemy of the scientific but the reward for its humility.
§82
If you make a bonfire of gods, prepare to be ruled by their ashes.
§83
The religious ego that has killed God embraces at his tomb undead progeny that would make monsters of us all.
§84
Genesis in introducing its object speaks to its own necessity. Genesis is autogenesis.
§85
Life finds its antipode in “life”, not death.
§86
A science with an end is a pseudoscience.
§87
The realm of reason is the museum of intuition.
§88
Science is that jungle from which all life has been expiated. But it is hardly for that unworthy of exploration.
§89
Art is science’s laxative.
§90
For every gain in conceptual understanding, we cede to reason a prisoner of sense.
§91
Only when the ‘how?’ makes the ‘why?’ obsolete can science claim to have usurped metaphysics.
§92
Science must cede to history its genesis, and history to contingency its art.
§93
Science’s mother is intuition and its siblings metaphysics and art. Knowledge is obliged familiality.
§94
The presumed soberness of mind and superiority of science become laughable when it does not take the nothing seriously.
§95
The keener the nose, the more one suffers its amputation.
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§97
For every brick of practical success that cements us to the church of reason, another is placed on our tomb.
§98
We are caught between the deserts of individuality and of sociality, the former which is empty save for scattered oases and the latter which is full, but only of mirages.
§99
Enjoyment creeps imbalance in and over we giddily fall, forgetting always the valley from which we must ever crawl.
§100
Our darings have been bought and sold and adorn the walls of our cells.
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§102
The ugly spectacle has become a source of pleasure rather than revulsion. As much as we covet it, we abhor ourselves.
§103
The truest exercise of rationality is the self-integration of structural quality.
§104
The social whole in its transcendence must be considered ineffable and untouchable. And only in its identifiable contingencies, which include us, is linguistically mutable.
§105
Only under the auspices of a transcendent sense can we make sense of our senses.
§106
Can we find our healthiest animal? The one that leads us to ourselves while leading us away from ourselves, the one that makes us homeless to provide us shelter, the one that empties us to give us heart?
§107
Our societies bury us in the unnatural to enliven our bodies, drown us in abstraction to breathe into us sense, and enslave us to their institutions to set us free.
§110
The animal will be integrated or it will kill us long before we die.
§111
Hell is to not know that one has died. Only this knowledge can save us.
§112
We play chess in ignorance and, as if, on the other side of the board, there is no one. But that there isn’t only ensures our loss.
§113
We, the ugly offspring of a will that denies its inheritance.
§114
One cannot enjoy if one has been disjoined. But our emotional limbs are too often coveted only in their absence.
§115
The biological organs seek a unity of purpose the social organs must deny them.
§116
We are mostly bacteria, which is not so much of a relief as it should be.
§117
We consume the social drug so it may avenge itself in reversal and make of us its excrement.
§118
The logic of irrationality is despair, and the core of despair is alienation.
§119
Reason is poor recompense for loss of the sensual, and logic is no recompense at all.
§120
The self is never disinterested until it has disintegrated.
§121
Those who would resurrect in us the social would too bury us in it.
§122
The quality of ideational representation is proportional to the potential for ideational flow.
§123
We ought eschew the affordance of shame for the humility of ignorance.
§124
We must tangle ourselves in ever tighter knots only to keep tied society’s bootlaces.
§125
We mistake the layer for the substrate. “Truth” is merely truth of a layer of intelligibility. One only has to dream to know this.
§126
The process of socialisation is the process of the involuntary installation of psychological machines. The process of individuation is the voluntary deconstruction of such machines.
§128
Desire as lack is coextensive with the space between the conditioned and natural wills.
§129
We understand ourselves through the necessary alien of language, the spawn of which threatens to become all that we are.
§130
Only from the opportunity of the aborted word does the opportunity of the pregnant silence manifest.
§131
The dis-eased consciousness is never free, as it is always bound by the chains of self observance that tether it to its prison of subjectivity.
§132
What is dominant is not so in overcoming, nor in undermining, but in unifying.
§133
To divide the species into eagles and lambs is the conceit of a lamb in eagle’s feathers.
§134
Discussion is social grooming and hardly more. For every speck of gold, there are infinities of sand.
§135
The rational is transcended when it is amused in play.
§136
We imitate for the worst when we deny to ourselves our clownish mirrorings. Sadly, that is also when we imitate best.
§137
To be insane is simply to be a rational actor. Ask any economist, who themselves are paragons of this extirpative condition.
§138
Happy is the narcissist inured to ignorance. And most miserable the example of which.
§139
I pride myself on my intuition, and so condemn my judgement of character.
§140
Wherefore grace in a physical body whose succour lies in vulgarities.
§141
Niceties are too often a nastiness that sickens the instinct of true kindness.
§142
Expect neither the best nor worst, but act boldly towards futility.
§143
They think with their guts and feel with their heads, and so turn themselves inside out to be on the side of right.
§144
The most addictive are those foibles that prove every failure.
§145
The seeds are bitter for our better. We neglect their watering in error.
§146
Happiness is a hermit.
§147
Language is no essence, but a parasitic scientist that splits the biological human to create the cultural atom.
§148
“Success” is a saggy balloon for which constant inflation is the only means of elevation.
§149
The Jones’ are dead. To keep up with them, we need only stand still.
§150
Loose words are bullets in the soul’s game of Russian roulette.