tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post2538001179257160285..comments2023-10-30T03:54:19.221-04:00Comments on voices escape: A good man is hard to find...Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08850785947397462240noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post-30105716249115486232009-10-04T23:26:34.968-04:002009-10-04T23:26:34.968-04:00I don't know, but I wish we did.I don't know, but I wish we did.Luke Gillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915406895306029816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post-5540192807830709322009-10-02T14:22:19.187-04:002009-10-02T14:22:19.187-04:00Fuck, Luke, that is awesome. Thank you. Why didn&#...Fuck, Luke, that is awesome. Thank you. Why didn't we hang out.Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08850785947397462240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post-65217382225971263632009-10-02T12:07:29.672-04:002009-10-02T12:07:29.672-04:00Some Hegel to lighten the mood?
"When we say...Some Hegel to lighten the mood?<br /><br />"When we say, ‘God is love,’ we are saying something very great and true… Love is a distinguishing of two, who nevertheless are absolutely not distinguished for each other. The consciousness or feeling of the identity of the two – to be outside of myself and in the other – that is love. I have my self-consciousness not in myself but in the other. I am satisfied and have peace with myself only in this other – and I am only because I have peace with myself… this other, because it likewise exists outside itself, has its self-consciousness only in me, and both the outer and I are only this conscious of being-outside-ourselves and of our identity; we are only this intuition, feeling, and knowledge of our unity. This is love, and without knowing that love is both a distinguishing and the sublation of the distinction, one speaks emptily of it."Luke Gillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915406895306029816noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post-18046698345579152022009-09-29T08:17:52.262-04:002009-09-29T08:17:52.262-04:00wow, new layout, no comment allowed?
i love the C...wow, new layout, no comment allowed?<br /><br />i love the Charles Olson post!!luyihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09099792043844766454noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post-42745637760813169642009-09-27T05:03:28.027-04:002009-09-27T05:03:28.027-04:00I see what you mean. However, mechanical or not, t...I see what you mean. However, mechanical or not, the feeling remains the same. <br />And I like your critical thinking that’s why I read your blog, besides the beauty of your “wrestle”.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post-4390192635574071642009-09-26T20:07:50.677-04:002009-09-26T20:07:50.677-04:00I do agree. Its not that it makes relationships le...I do agree. Its not that it makes relationships less valuable, but I think its disheartening how selfish (probably the wrong word there) relationships really seem, when I dissect them to down to unconscious, mechanical processes. But I can't help thinking in those terms. Still, I want to be critical of the way I perceive and think about things.<br /><br />Oh, yes. Language is a huge bitch. I wrestle with that 'problem' too.Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08850785947397462240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post-43598618411837631252009-09-26T15:29:23.581-04:002009-09-26T15:29:23.581-04:00I don’t see that reduction to shit considering tha...I don’t see that reduction to shit considering that the Other is contained as part of our identity. What makes people special is a certain interaction that can’t be replaced, I guess. So maybe we miss the interaction with this part of our identity that only exists because of and for the particular Other. Besides there must be some self-relation otherwise you wouldn’t feel bad.<br /><br />When I’m worried about sense it’s a lot about language. Not only nostalgia is a bitch but English too.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post-26193658733372040982009-09-26T13:50:03.180-04:002009-09-26T13:50:03.180-04:00For sure. If you consider that 1) our identity is ...For sure. If you consider that 1) our identity is formed through identifications and primary object cathexes (introjection) of the Other 2) the ego is ultimately a layered mess of these severed or interrupted connections...we literally take the Other inside of us to preserve them and take on characteristics of their identity as a way of sustaining the relationship, albeit internally and only in an 'imaginary' sense. So we never really miss the 'Other' except for the part of them that is still contained within us, expressed as one component of our multi-faceted identity. This is also why memory is so fractured, because we pick and choose what we want to 'know' in order to (not only) create a particular (false) image of that person but to create a particular (false) self-relation. <br /><br />This is pretty depressing though and reduces relationships to shit. <br /><br />So I'd like to believe instead that I miss people because I cared about them, because they are worthy of my thoughts.<br /><br />Nostalgia is a bitch.Khttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08850785947397462240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post-24017014546550415022009-09-26T12:34:00.693-04:002009-09-26T12:34:00.693-04:00I guess as long as you don't nail yourself (Ch...I guess as long as you don't nail yourself (Christian joke) to any ideology you'll always be confused because nothing is certain. That's where God comes in pretty handy. "He" will punish you for disavowing him.<br />Every now and then I wish I could believe to stop all those doubts keeping me away from being happy a lot of the time. But then I'm happy to think.<br /><br />I miss a lot of people badly, too. Sometimes I wonder whether it's really the people I miss. Maybe I miss who I was at that time or how the world appeared to be - way back when.<br /><br />(I hope this makes any sense.)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1614959252330800439.post-18356346069931237822009-09-26T12:03:12.208-04:002009-09-26T12:03:12.208-04:00"Religion ends and philosophy begins, just as..."Religion ends and philosophy begins, just as alchemy ends and chemistry begins and astrology ends, and astronomy begins." - Christopher Hitchens<br /><br />Hang in there, babe. Everything passes, and, luckily, the Stoics were wrong: we will NOT have to live it over and over after the universe is destroyed and then the exact same predetermined one is manifested again by fire. But, of course, to be fair, if we did have to live it over and over again, as with Nietzsche's eternal recurrence, Zeus would have given us perpetual amnesia, so it would always be like the first time.Raymehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17269154692346839399noreply@blogger.com