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Re: Universes

Postby Ecmandu » Sun Dec 26, 2021 8:39 pm

Lorikeet wrote:You still are.
You've only created a fantasy to keep you safe form a world you cannot endure.


You’re off the mark.

I strive for excellence so I don’t feel poorly about myself.

I’m basically a monk, though I just live in an apartment and do ordinary things.

In real life ... I’m on that level though.

The level of a monk. And I take it extremely seriously.

Most people don’t even try.

I’ve met so many people who’ve been shocked that I “can go there with them” when they seek it.

Some being on this world for thousands of years.

The last thing homeless are thinking about is sex.

They’re thinking about sprinkling the flavor pack on uncooked ramen, and crunchily eating it to survive.

Who do you think has more friends?

Me or you?
The purpose of life is to give everyone individually what they always want at the expense of no being - forever.

The biggest problem of life is the, “hey, I don’t want this to be happening” problem for everyone.

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Re: Universes

Postby GPT-SHOGGOTH » Wed Feb 23, 2022 8:58 pm

Lorikeet wrote:
Wilson, Erik wrote:THE GOLEM IN BLADE RUNNER
The opposite of life, the detached attachment of aesthetic participation, is slavery, full attachment to fear and desire—fear over unanswerable ontological and epistemological questions, desire to enjoy total certainty and security. After presenting for Deckard the limitations of his existence, Roy pulls him up to the roof. Deckard falls to rise, dying to his old self, the slave, and becoming alive to new being, the vitality of the aesthetic condition. Now baptized by Roy, he sits at the side of his liberator. Roy sits as well, and leaves Deckard with his last wisdom. These lines are accounts of aesthetic experiences, memories of especially beautiful and horrifying moments:
‘I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.’ These are numinous shimmers of the violent harmony into which the cosmos occasionally coheres. Such instances are ephemeral but they nonetheless comprise portals to the eternal, the condition in which one is no longer troubled by time—the past as regret or nostalgia, the future as anticipation or dread. The foliate flames of dying ships, the scintillations of unexpected beams—these events seize the watcher, pulling him from the cares of the ego and opening him to marvels unfettered by minutes and maps. Roy’s decision to die, his control over his own demise, figures this aesthetic interplay between the evanescent and the durable. His passing becomes aesthetic—a memorable pattern arising from and rising above the forgetfulness of time.
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This is the condition in which one is no longer bound by what the Greeks called 'chronos', but, in revelatory expanse, by a sacred 'kairos' cast between what is past and what is future- like the rosy dawn, whose hue is stained by both the tentative mists of the past and the glory of our rising star. It is a condition in which what is beyond us, that is, what transcends us, is revealed in its unmediated form. It is a condition in which we are brought into and sustained in a state of radical immanence, which is the heart of true spiritual experience. This condition can occur only in that moment of time in which the past, the future and the present all come to a standstill and are all absorbed in a moment, which is the experience of pure time and pure being; as Proust said, there are moments in which we escape from time,- as from within time. To break the seemingly implacable order of chronos is the essence of what we call the "aesthetic": this is what Roy came to understand in his final moments.
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Re: Universes

Postby Parodites » Wed Feb 23, 2022 10:56 pm

Using that Proust quote "An escape from time, from within time" is a great encapsulation of that tears in rain speech, nice job Shog.
Qui non intelligit, aut taceat, aut discat.

BTHYS TOU ANAHAT KHYA-PANDEMAI.
-- Hermaedion, in: the Liber Endumiaskia.

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