Modernity has always been a double-edged sword, and it was only a matter of time before we cut ourselves on it. Nietzsche, Spengler—they all knew it. We have lost so much in the belief that things would always get better. Today, we live in a hollowed-out world. Nothing has substance anymore; everything is lost in the fog. There is nothing left to believe in. No more grand narratives, just a vague, indefinable present and promises of a better tomorrow that never arrives.
Yet more and more people are searching for a way out. They seek refuge in spirituality, in the simple things in life. They are reflecting on old values that, until recently, were dismissed as superfluous relics of an outdated time. They know they must do this to avoid going mad.
Yeah, escapism to philosophy and poetry (literature) as a modus vivendi. 8 hours of bullshit, 8-10 hours of conscious escapism and the rest reserved for oblivious dreams. What a life. Hopefully there is no such a thing as eternal return otherwise we are properly f*cked.
I was afraid someone smarter will state, to be honest, that Nietzsche was right about that, too. I mean, if we want a change, then it’s possibly wiser to believe its existence.
I'll add it to our research list: next to free will, determinism and eternal recurrence.
Not smarter perhaps. Merely more mesmerised by FN maybe. I think the eternal recurrence is Nietzsche’s attempt at reconciling free will with determinism (amor fati). That has to be the case otherwise the circle beginning at the gate called Moment serves no purpose.
True. Form his point of view certainly. I was merely using his theories to say something about our lives. To understand it and perhaps change it if possible. But all three of these things are in fact uncertain (as in not scientifically proved). And they on some level exclude each other. But maybe I don’t need scientific proof, because the science is a part of the problem. Oh well, it’s only 10:00 am and I had only one coffee….:)
I realised it was tongue in cheek. ER does fascinate me and draws me to it like a moth to a flame. It invokes my sense of awe.A rather prosaic way of perceiving it is to configure you life so you can’t lose. That might entail redefining success. As for me it’s 9:15 pm 🙏
My dear Horn, what a lovely piece of self-congratulation; you will, of course, forgive me for seeing your elation and not your depression, for if you were depressed, you wouldn’t write this piece.
You are, as some of us, a naively free-thinking wild mind, and you give hope – for if you exist, not all is lost, obviously; if there is a mind such as yours proclaiming these semantics and some of us understand it as such, then surely there is hope somewhere over the rainbow or the managerial caste?
Here’s a mystery for you if you care-> you say you are tired, and by all the old gods of passion, I swear I understand you, but see, here’s the riddle: by your self-reflection of tiredness, you give energy to me and others I am certain.
So how is your audience to understand this (apparent) paradox-> the ecstasy of Aporia?
Btw, Kudos!, loved the ‘papery necrophilia’ thingy; it’s always a pleasure to witness cracks in the wilderness.
And another, btw, if you will allow, and no offense, but you picked my curiosity, shouldn’t the enlightened modern peasantry fear minds of your nature? Will you not destroy their complacency for your wilderness? (disregard if not applicable)
Haha! You know me so well Tyger. I am not a depressive, you're exactly correct. I am sort of a zombie who gets a thrill eating the rotten meat of our decaying civilization.
And you're right about the tiredness. I do work an extremely mundane and tedious job, but I really do hope to feel inspired and inspire. Otherwise I wouldn't write! I just love language and love to write.
As to the modern enlightened peasantry I fear all hope is lost xD I can flourish till kingdom come, I doubt it will make a difference.
Unfortunately, for ill, for worse, 'reason' has been rebranded in recent centuries, in a way where or how, in which we then forget its variety… —and forgotten in the moment when it is forged between the hammer of intention and the anvil of practicality. While certainty is assuredly fixed in its gaze, it is just as likely to use the fires of wanton obedience of bishop and general, as it is the heat of logical friction to wrought its iron rationality. Reason is more than this, it is a type of worlding, and we surf it in selfing.
Project management is great but I hated managing people and stuck to individual contributor. I had no business managing anyone else's career goals, because I had always flown by the seat of my pants. Everything cool I did I stumbled upon.
I’m not sure of your age but I am sure you would long for your empty husk of a life under the whip of the manager if the chaos I fear comes to pass. I also prefer the Dionysian to the Apollonian. As it happens when I was cast out of my professional club due to some sort of apostasy such truth telling it was a relief. The gloom I had suffered for years lifted like a fog burnt by the sun. I didn’t expect that the worst thing that could happen to me did happen and I would be exhilarated. But I was.
thank you for writing this. I feel quenched by cool waters from the well deep underneath the ocean. I don't know you but I feel like a kindred spirit. If it intrigues you at all, you're welcome to see a bit of me, as well: NaamaBatLilit.com
“One can only imagine that dark, pallid little room where, with reams of vapid mumbo-jumbo, they attempt the castigation of humanity, tantalizing their own rotting corpses in fits of papery necrophilia. “
Good lord, yes! Thanks for putting this out there.
Modernity has always been a double-edged sword, and it was only a matter of time before we cut ourselves on it. Nietzsche, Spengler—they all knew it. We have lost so much in the belief that things would always get better. Today, we live in a hollowed-out world. Nothing has substance anymore; everything is lost in the fog. There is nothing left to believe in. No more grand narratives, just a vague, indefinable present and promises of a better tomorrow that never arrives.
Yet more and more people are searching for a way out. They seek refuge in spirituality, in the simple things in life. They are reflecting on old values that, until recently, were dismissed as superfluous relics of an outdated time. They know they must do this to avoid going mad.
Oh wow - can you ever write! Inference, allusion, oblique referencing, all pulling together into a strong critique of…a lost world, a lost humanity.
Thanks buddy! Means a lot!
Yeah, escapism to philosophy and poetry (literature) as a modus vivendi. 8 hours of bullshit, 8-10 hours of conscious escapism and the rest reserved for oblivious dreams. What a life. Hopefully there is no such a thing as eternal return otherwise we are properly f*cked.
the return is not a cyclic reality but a realisation that yes I would live this all over again, and in that moment live free
But there is eternal recurrence. It’s over to each person to redeem it by turning every it was into I wanted it thus.
I was afraid someone smarter will state, to be honest, that Nietzsche was right about that, too. I mean, if we want a change, then it’s possibly wiser to believe its existence.
I'll add it to our research list: next to free will, determinism and eternal recurrence.
The Holy trinity of a human dominion.
Not smarter perhaps. Merely more mesmerised by FN maybe. I think the eternal recurrence is Nietzsche’s attempt at reconciling free will with determinism (amor fati). That has to be the case otherwise the circle beginning at the gate called Moment serves no purpose.
True. Form his point of view certainly. I was merely using his theories to say something about our lives. To understand it and perhaps change it if possible. But all three of these things are in fact uncertain (as in not scientifically proved). And they on some level exclude each other. But maybe I don’t need scientific proof, because the science is a part of the problem. Oh well, it’s only 10:00 am and I had only one coffee….:)
I realised it was tongue in cheek. ER does fascinate me and draws me to it like a moth to a flame. It invokes my sense of awe.A rather prosaic way of perceiving it is to configure you life so you can’t lose. That might entail redefining success. As for me it’s 9:15 pm 🙏
Haha yeah now that would be hell xD
My dear Horn, what a lovely piece of self-congratulation; you will, of course, forgive me for seeing your elation and not your depression, for if you were depressed, you wouldn’t write this piece.
You are, as some of us, a naively free-thinking wild mind, and you give hope – for if you exist, not all is lost, obviously; if there is a mind such as yours proclaiming these semantics and some of us understand it as such, then surely there is hope somewhere over the rainbow or the managerial caste?
Here’s a mystery for you if you care-> you say you are tired, and by all the old gods of passion, I swear I understand you, but see, here’s the riddle: by your self-reflection of tiredness, you give energy to me and others I am certain.
So how is your audience to understand this (apparent) paradox-> the ecstasy of Aporia?
Btw, Kudos!, loved the ‘papery necrophilia’ thingy; it’s always a pleasure to witness cracks in the wilderness.
And another, btw, if you will allow, and no offense, but you picked my curiosity, shouldn’t the enlightened modern peasantry fear minds of your nature? Will you not destroy their complacency for your wilderness? (disregard if not applicable)
Haha! You know me so well Tyger. I am not a depressive, you're exactly correct. I am sort of a zombie who gets a thrill eating the rotten meat of our decaying civilization.
And you're right about the tiredness. I do work an extremely mundane and tedious job, but I really do hope to feel inspired and inspire. Otherwise I wouldn't write! I just love language and love to write.
As to the modern enlightened peasantry I fear all hope is lost xD I can flourish till kingdom come, I doubt it will make a difference.
If you have not read it, you would like The Pale King by David Foster Wallace. It is excellent.
Thank you for your writing.
Oh and thank you for your thank you xD
I’ve read Infinite Jest but havent given Pale King a go cause it was unfinished but I’ll have a look on your say so ExcessDeaths :D
Imo it's much better than Infinite Jest.
Unfortunately, for ill, for worse, 'reason' has been rebranded in recent centuries, in a way where or how, in which we then forget its variety… —and forgotten in the moment when it is forged between the hammer of intention and the anvil of practicality. While certainty is assuredly fixed in its gaze, it is just as likely to use the fires of wanton obedience of bishop and general, as it is the heat of logical friction to wrought its iron rationality. Reason is more than this, it is a type of worlding, and we surf it in selfing.
Project management is great but I hated managing people and stuck to individual contributor. I had no business managing anyone else's career goals, because I had always flown by the seat of my pants. Everything cool I did I stumbled upon.
I might have been impacted by this sketch comedy show (Almost Live! Seattle 1984-1999): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IUIQX5esnNo
You may recognize Bill Nye in there. Bill Nye the Science guy was one of their bits.
I’m not sure of your age but I am sure you would long for your empty husk of a life under the whip of the manager if the chaos I fear comes to pass. I also prefer the Dionysian to the Apollonian. As it happens when I was cast out of my professional club due to some sort of apostasy such truth telling it was a relief. The gloom I had suffered for years lifted like a fog burnt by the sun. I didn’t expect that the worst thing that could happen to me did happen and I would be exhilarated. But I was.
thank you for writing this. I feel quenched by cool waters from the well deep underneath the ocean. I don't know you but I feel like a kindred spirit. If it intrigues you at all, you're welcome to see a bit of me, as well: NaamaBatLilit.com
thank you again...
An eloquent description of the dispair of our times calling us to awaken from our fall.
This just about sums up how I'm feeling......... Im glad you could put it into words to eloquently!
Haha that is just what we needed! A.I. thanks you greatly. Don't worry, we'll clean our act up!
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Where to begin...
“One can only imagine that dark, pallid little room where, with reams of vapid mumbo-jumbo, they attempt the castigation of humanity, tantalizing their own rotting corpses in fits of papery necrophilia. “
Good lord, yes! Thanks for putting this out there.