/lit/ - Literature

>>18899140
Needing someone to look down on is the fundamental basis of abrahamic religion, especially christianity. The core theme of selective forgiveness is all about letting the subjects shelve their own awfulness as a human being and proceed to look for excuses to look down on others, namely non-believers.

Christianity is literally just selling a superiority complex to people who desperately need some kind of ego-validation in exchange for their loyalty.

I tried to jerk off but the stupid latex gloves my parents are making me wear to protect me from covid gave me a rugburn on my shaft

Why does this always fucking happen

>>16611863
>B-BUT MUH OBSCUUUUUUUUUUUUREEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

>>16604121
>I WANT OBSCUUUUUUUUUREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

>I WANT OBSCUUUUUUUUUREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BOOOOOKKKSS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

> I WANT OBSCURRRRRRRRRRRRREEEE LITTERATURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

>>16492845
>I WAAAAAAANTTT OBSCUREEEEE, OBSCUREEEEEE IS ALWAYS GOOD AND BETTTER.

>>16141650
if you didn't understand it, you should back out now

which books will Help me stop browsing pol

Im wasting too much time browsing this shizo trainwreck dumpster fire of a board

>>15436287
>tfw 30 and still angsty

>>13783012
>Bcos

why are they like this

how many books have you anons read this year?
i feel like I'm falling behind

The reason for declining birthrates is not women, birth control, feminism, women in the workplace, abortion, or the decline of religion. It's because MEN. The modern man is too childish to go out and find a woman. He is either too entitled and thinks women should come to him or he is at home playing video games.

>last line is an untranslatable pun

>>13090405
Except life is not a day-night cycle. Some people live their life in eternal darkness, with no hope of light.

>>13067409
I have no motivation and I am constantly tired

i. Zizek is (partially) wrong about ideology: it isn't the fantasmic overlay that makes the meaninglessness of the Real palatable for the human mind, the Real is always-already meaningful, too meaningful in fact (Evola describing nibbana: "everything becomes the supreme case of itself") and ideology is a diminishment, a declension of this meaning so as to make it palatable in another sense: the mind chews the Real for us. The mind is not a projector, but a funnel.

ii. Buddhism is superior to Christianity in one important sense: the Christian cannot accept the unreality of conditioned being, and hopes there is a heaven that "makes right" the beauty of human affectivity, that nagging feeling of its nothingness "down here" is attributed to the fallenness of creation. The Buddhist goes all the way.


iii. All processes are self-grounding, but this "self" for Hegel implicates an otherness which is itself the principle of actuation: its actuation IS its otherness to itself, BECAUSE THE MAKING EXPLICIT OF THE ACT IN POTENTIAL IS THE MAKING EXPLICIT OF THE MOVEMENT OF ITS DETERMINATENESS, OR DETERMINATENESS /AS/ MOVEMENT. The self-saying of the Word - all words - is Shestov's jubere, the primordial command, and the principle of magic. Essence is a tautology: the value-creator knows he only has to Shout.

iv. Be as inconspicuous, as overlooked, as a tree. DFW's figurants. Because the West is the making-figurant of all nature: nature does not so much recede into the background, as the West thrusts itself into the history as foreground. But always make good on your loneliness, your flightless years. This is the secret.

v. I've said all I can say, except this: everything is okay.

I habe to study

ENERGY MUST BE EXPENDED TO MAINTAIN A TRUE VACUUM: it's easier for non-being to let its gut hang as the "false" vacuum of being than otherwise

IMMORTALITY IS ASSURED: oblivion must always contract into finitude: DEATH IS THE RELINQUISHMENT OF FACTICITY

THERE IS NO RELIEF BUT NESCIENCE: what haunts God is not loneliness but Otherness: THAT THERE IS AN INDISSOLUBLE KERNEL OF OTHERNESS IN THE VOID

There are no EXTERNAL REFERENCE POINTS by which we can judge the actions of another, although moral responsibility must be the postulate of any well-governed society: THE JUDGMENT OF ANY SHAPE OF CONSCIOUSNESS, ANY MOMENT IN HITORY, CAN ONLY BE IMMANENT, partialized, can only be accomplished from WITHIN: ONLY IF THAT SHAPE DETERMINES ITSELF AS DETERMINABLE: SOTERIOLOGIES ARE PSYCHOSOMATIC: ONLY IF YOUR CHARACTER IN ETERNITY WAS GIVEN TO SAVE ITSELF, WILL IT ACTUALLY DO SO

SOME PAIN IS ETERNAL: THE SUICIDE CAN ONLY HEAL HIMSELF BY ABOLISHING THE UNIVERSE, HE CANNOT HEAL HIMSELF WITHIN IT

THE SUICIDE RETREATS INTO THE POSTMORTEM VOID OF THE COGITO: THE SINGULARITY OF SELF-RELATING THAT HE IS AND THAT CANNOT HURT HIM

Hegelian Spirit, in other words, has to evolve beyond even its status as the perpetual dialectical evolution of such a thing as Spirit: Spirit is just what our ontological successor looks like from the shore, the way the Europeans' sails keen in the sun. Parmenides exorcises non-being to found Western thought as the power of saying: in other words, thought can't think unthought because the unthought is always-already abolished by its enunciation: thought - saying, language, cognition - is being. To say is to create: modernity becomes the exploration of erogenous zones of time, unable to surpass the External limit of Change that does not itself change, we've resigned ourselves to self-swallowing miserabilism: we've seen what we are, we just can't take that posthuman step. Every creature is the egg of the next in time, Nietzsche knew our biggest conceit was believing our cells absolved us from their self-same destiny: the universe is a holy suicide. I see it now bros. Everything is the self-justification of circles. Death and love are the non-time of the now. The universe is an atom in one of your own cells, and plasma is proof of angels. I see it now. It's only care that burns.

Lucretius was right about everything: atoms are intrinsically massless, it's only their relationality in the void that produces mass - a world - temporality. The universe is synchronized dance. The parable of the master and three servants to whom he entrusts a portion of his wealth while away on a business trip: the world exists for what can be produced between self and other, together, the man who buries his coin is the life-denier. The only possible bridge of mediation between the periphery - formless noumena - and the center - phenomena - is the ruleset by which the former is converted into the latter, a ruleset that must necessarily be transcendental, in other words, can only be thinkable /on this side/ of consciousness since it's only this side immediacy can come with a ruleset: Parmenides inaugurated Western philosophy as the consensual hallucination of thought: to say "being cannot think non-being" is the same as saying "we must always-already be on our side to think the unthinkability of non-being": so we must be non-being thinking itself, according to Hegel.

The West is haunted by its immanence to time. Thought is iterative identity: x is y is z is . . . Pauli's Exclusion Principle as the motor of Dasein: no two things can occupy either the same position in our outer sense - space - or our inner - time. Thought must elapse as the irreversible finitude of movement. Space and time are conditions of otherness by which ontological novelty irrupts ontic coordinates.

In other words: cognition is the "gravitational" pull of the Omega Point from the future.

At the Eschaton the One is left alone in the void of heat death: the black gyre (Apollonian One, Hadit) has sharpened into its point, while the white (Dyonisian All, Nuit) has dilated into its abyss: then the principles inseminate each other again, in the next universe each gyre resumes its turning in the opposite direction, the All tapers into a point, while the One is dissolved in the oceanic white-hot bliss of a Big Crunch. And the Lungs continue breathing this way, each principle taking turns in the driver's seat: Yeats understood the cycle of incarnations as the process of becoming the opposite of yourself in each and every life. Death is non-intentional consciousness, neither P nor P': mysticism trains consciousness in sleep. The mind must achieve such a grade of luminosity that its identification with the body becomes /optional/. The mystic is the sacred suicide. The life-denier not so much. Those who can't keep up with the individuating power of the sun lapse into consolatory algorithms: vampires burn in the day because they are creatures of the night, just like Heaven is Hell to the moon soul. The life-denier is nocturnal, he is invited to the feast but his stomach was not built for it, and then there was Nietzsche the day scorpion, marching with Beauty in the glow, his was the love that could not betray its soil, fidelity to the earth, fidelity to the bones that feed it and the ages that beat like its great molten heart. Nietzsche's devil was always Orpheus, the man who has to check if beauty shadows his steps. Eurydice as the objet petit a: the lost Thing is only there when you don't stop to look. Become Daedalus, a brother to all flightless birds, when death knocks like a stranger in the night, holiness will be the relief to hear it. Christ and Socrates were the greatest of thanatonaughts, because some love life so much they'd rather die. All saints are suicides, but not all suicides are saints, even God has his wastebasket. Sleeping we are all together alone, awake we are together apart: and it is you lonely ones I love. Whose souls did not want you, whose bars looked like the sheen of your skin. Light danced on the wall when you were sleeping, God has a name like this. The world burned with love but would not burn you.