My Thoughts Inexactly: W is for Willing

Death is not the problem—dying without having first lived is the issue. Accordingly, oppression and extinction are synonymous.

Beauty dances most exotically as the eyes of the beholder are closing.

You might repeat some mistakes, but there are some mistakes that wont repeat you.

Religions flourish in the void of meaning that civilization creates.

Children are the only after life worth dying for.

Alienation is subjects choosing objects instead of other subjects.

Justice is blind, and can only hear those who have the power to get close enough to whisper in its ear.

If vibrations of music can move us so, what do the deep vibrations of the earth enliven or suppress within us? And what motions are restricted by the harsh daily vibrations of an industrialized world, and what senses blunted to disallow pain at the cost of pleasure, too?

Those in this time who fail to understand the process of thingification will fail to see the world as anything but a collection of things.

There are no realists, just idealists of bad ideas.

Wearing God’s glasses is more apt to make you blind than to make you God.

If we keep passing our growing problems on to the next generation, eventually there won’t be a next generation to pass them on to.

The only thing more dangerous than real war is false peace. We are surrounded by danger.

Dying will be quite put off when living rudely interrupts it.

In the modern destructive environment, most of the purported additions are overestimated subtractions. The reified mind, such as it is, allows for the murder of one human to be confused with the birth of six new vital organs.

Proverb for a Buddhist. It is never too late, not even on one’s death bed. Even then, actually, it is still too early.

Science is less about understanding the world and more about standing over the world.

That their reputation does not already precede them is one of the original crimes of these delocalized times that allows the bad to exploit the distance gaps. The longer the distance of a connection—whether it’s personal, social, economic—the more we ought to expect exploitative interference.

A focus on production without “re” prefixing it will be short lived. Thus the productivity of the industrial revolution that has confused and displaced and blocked our desires, will soon be displacing us.

The only kingdom I would choose to be part of is the animal kingdom!

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My Thoughts Inexactly: E is for Escalating

The caged bird might not sing so much if the cage could force its voice in to a monotone.

If the body is allowed to wander the mind can wander with it, not away from it as is the norm of the sedentary lifestyle.

It is very common to know a lie, it is not very common to know that it is a lie.

Stage 4 is progress over stage 3, as voiced by the cancer holding the microphone.

The pen is mightier than the sword is mightier than the lot of us; what devious advancements we’ve made in devising cages for ourselves.

Fight becomes constant when flight is uprooted from a nomadic turned static animal.

If you can’t make heads or tails of something, perhaps it has successfully taken you beyond the cash nexus.

Forgetting the victims of the past is to forget oneself—whether a sad memory of the past or the future, their end and ours is only a matter of time. Awareness moves Chronos aside as the great god of motion.

Death is not a moment, it is a lifetime of moments lost.

Having all the money in the world can be a nice dream, but having money in all the world is a nightmare, one that we have not yet awoken from.

“There is nobody who cares for the Earth” is not a lamentation about the present—it is a future reality if the Earth is robbed of the ability to support life. Suicide disguised as theft, theft disguised as progress.

Let the clouds bring the rain down, not bring you down.

An eye’s blind spot can get you killed, an intellectual blind spot can have you killing others without seeing them.

Money would be the most obvious of abstractions were it not constantly being thrown in our faces and rubbed on our genitals, supplanting our very deepest desires.

Full spectrum dominance is a low-point for all involved, including the dominators.

If you give up on today in the hopes of a miracle tomorrow, chances are you will get neither. Tomorrow is built by today, but so too is it destroyed.

The only thing easier than stealing candy from a baby is selling candy to a baby, especially the old babies that are hopelessly addicted and are passed the stage of learning the value of what they are trading away. The house and cars made of gingerbread still allure Hansel and Gretel 200 years older but none the wiser.

That so many think that more government is needed around us shows how advanced the disease of being governed is within us.

You are not all alone in feeling all alone; in truth it is the main way in which we are all together. Most westerners only hope to pair off—larger intimate groupings are only attempted in the dark places, and so when light returns so does the policing of the self.

Our journey to the ad absurdum has us gaining pounds and shedding the critical faculties necessary to even understand the endpoint we are driving to. If you do not tremble, you do not yet get that we have gone far too far.

To be optimistic when there is no context to support it is to overlook the negative sign at the beginning of a large sum.

Property and money are the prison, the oligarchs merely the current prison guards. Overthrowing the oligarchs usually results in new guards, as there are always some prisoners who tire of the walled courtyard and would happily trample fellow inmates to ascend to a guard tower. However, power does not reside chiefly in those shifting personalities but the inherited prison structures dressed up in flags, laws, and propaganda that speaks of liberty.

Can we be considered to be failing our grandchildren if our actions preclude their even being born?

Analytic philosophy is but a euphemism for dis-continental philosophy, a philosophy that breaks every holism in to discrete islands to then push down in to the ocean. It drowns to spite the air, but only spites itself as unimpressed continental philosophers breathe from a well grounded position of authentic introspection.

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A Genealogy of Analysis

We cannot take for granted the human mental activity termed analysis, that is grouped, tightly or loosely, with rationality, logicality, and often Procrustean binarism. Where did such violent patterns of thought arise from to be a mainstay of the modern human experience? Thought patterns that have a curious mind pondering, and ultimately encouraging a body—or many bodies—to enact such blood spilling dissections of the natural world. To get at a plausible answer, I believe we must use another mental activity still afforded us (i.e. imagination?) that can have us walking in some earlier, less or even pre-analytical time. Perhaps if we use such an imaginative temporal transportation adequately, we can see the peculiar analytical flap of the butterfly’s wings that rippled into the hurricane of analytic violence that so consumes the human psyche and the wider world we have today compacted.

The Stark Natural Impurity of Purities

Purities are the fruits ripest for a mind to cling to and ponder to develop an analytic binary: that which is the pure thing, and the impure milieu defined as a background to surrounding the pureness. To get at such pure fruit, we could take our imaginations back temporally to the experience of an early migratory human in a forest gathering tinder for a fire. Such an activity is not unimaginable though it probably displays a crude understanding of paleolithic life; nevertheless, it will serve as a starting point.

We should pose the question: what in that forest environment was pure enough to stand out from the rest that she would take particular note to develop a discourse to pass on to others? The only “thing” that I can think of (but perhaps your imagination will afford you a better example) that is pure and startling enough to wrench her from her gathering task would be her stumbling upon a recently dead body of another human. Such a drastic encounter would probably force her, after much emotional processing, to conceptualize death as something other than life. The purely differentness of death from daily living would stand out to any having their first encounter. From this simple life-death binary it is possible that if she didn’t suppress the whole experience out of a traumatic response, that she would then be opened to seeing death in non-human entities as well, such as a fallen tree, animals she might eat, and so on.

This life-death binary is a possible beginning to the analysis we have inherited mentally, culturally, institutionally today, but I would like to problematize that such an event could actually have had the staying power to grow into the scientific and philosophical knives with which we currently dice up reality. I don’t think a single concept—even one as shaking as death—could pull a migratory people into developing a particularly divisive language and an educational culture dedicated to replicating such ideas in the minds of their children and grandchildren. I see such primal occurrences, if they happened at all, as likely to be ripples that returned to the ocean; carcasses left behind to decay as the migration pushed forward, away from a previous locale.

The Relaxed Acceleration of the Western Analytic Mind

The particular analysis we of the westernized world have inherited must have an origin of sorts, and one place I would posit as distinctly possible is in the Pre-Socratic philosophizing of ancient Greece. A sea such as the Ionian (or Aegean) offers itself as such an analytic purity to the mind of one not interested in empiricism, who is not attuned to the subtleties of catching fish or other nautical pursuits. Thales—a name for a thinking (wo)man or group of thinking (wo)men—was just such a person who had a privileged position, including the leisure time to gaze at water and conceptualize it as a purity. After finding this pure fluid mixed in with other substances—not least of which would have been fruit—Thales went on to posit that this purity of water was what made up everything. Though no documentary evidence exists, it is quite possible that among a small group there was a fervor of thought and activity exploring this idea that water composed everything, and there were many fruits and animals slain (blood would be evidence), and wells dug, in the search of proof of waters omni-presence. This idea of a purity certainly impressed itself on the minds of these specific characters, and their bodily actions were sure to complement their thinking patterns. Out of Thales came other ontological originary elemental positings (air, fire) by the Ionian school that favored different purities for different reasons.

Thus oneness was posited in the minds of a particular place that would genealogically endure, and a few generations later “twoness” would arise from Plato and any proto-Platonists on the scene. Again, empiricism is sheltered out for it is damaging to the rational categories so constructed by the philosopher. History tells us of a marching forward of these ideas that would not be stamped out by the Persian Empire, nor defeated by the Carthaginians, nor permanently lost to the middle ages. We are the inheritors of such a tradition, but we are also those who could freely choose a different path, and to let go of analytics if we so dared, not using paths blazed before us that direct our activities forward.

There is an ontological, non-historical explanation for binaries/analysis which is forthcoming.

Appendage of Scattered Notes/Ideas:

modern work doesn’t enable an excess of leisure, being of a particular class of efficiency that we can have leisure as a byproduct. No, it was during leisure time that modern work tasks were codified in the mind and then later put into practice that now have us all toiling in varying degrees.

analytics are not created/initiated in the brain. They are purities in the external world, like “blueness”, straight edges, create the idea of analytics. Comes from purities, from a lack of sensitization; but if we are just open to our senses…

violent slashings create an idea of objects and geometry that must have been somewhere available in the greeks. They must have been looking at the sky too much.