Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Reflections On Nietzsche Seminar

Self-satisfaction is the fear that has been smothered over by identity.
How does one overcome fear?
By organization; by re-representing oneself.
By creating a set of associations by which one can observe oneself.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

A Post

The weight of expectations that formulate concepts of the past, present and future relative to individual agency as the moral conclusion of individual identity makes it hard to return to the timeless and becoming modality of self-identification that is the sole root of honesty and authenticity that comes from the aesthetically rewarding contemplation of life. That is the fantasy of the philosopher - the concept of truth whose wavering beams play upon the weighty bearings of existence, dissolving existence in a sea of concepts and lifting modalities of associative thought. Everyone needs truth and uses it for a reason, therefore everyone defines truth differently.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Quite Right

Let the blackening soul run through, you stupendous fool.

For once, the joy of gaining seeps like blood into skin, the starkness of knowing like the proud shutting of eyes, away from the formless echoing.

The movement of flags shutter this vastness, and grovels forth a notion that implicates, posits, implies, running like glaciers through mens' minds, bearing them away with the impetuosity of time in its barren magnetism, as if we were pins, as if they could draw truths where they carried only sadness.

I thought of yesterday, remembered the value of forgetting that drew us to our identity, force fed into validity, reduced into the tidal monotony of routine. Are our soul-seas an image of the churning, formless clouds?

Do I remember anything else? Has anyone been so desirous of freedom that he suffers from it? How could I bear to?

The sun is beaming into the recess of hidden corners again; its pointed fingers tap on the shell of consciousness, promising a relief, tremendous relief, and autonomous silence that sings, with that insolence of innocence.