PMT:
You write books? Interesting. I suppose many who venture onto this forum write. I have been writing for years, published a magazine for ten years, published a book of poetry...coward that I am, and am co-authoring a book, rather reluctantly. You do write well, I have noticed and mentioned before.
Not necessarily a book, which is why I have the thing up there in quotes- i.e. 'book'.
In short, I have no fucking clue what to call it other than a collective bolus of paper and scrap stuffed in three notebooks.
I don't know what it is- a thought comes up and neither sleep nor joy can come until I have the beast down on paper. It tends to eat at you from the inside if you keep it caged so you spill it out somwhere- theories, prose, maxims, philosophy. Also, don't know how common it is with others but in reading I will place a mark next to things I find interesting and then in leisure or when pissy I transcribe everything marked into those notebooks.
Chaos and disorder- I have absolutely no discipline. I only find the writing of things helps to tame the headnoise. You realzie schizophrenics devolop a condition called hypergraphia?
"Notwithstanding, it is better that we dwell not on such human failures, lest we become absorbed with them. ....Gnawing on the twisted dry limbs of human weaknesses is at best a ghastly pastime. It is, after all, their conclusions we scrutinize, not thier motives! It is theit words they left for us--not their lifestyles. These were strong-minded, unique individuals, who believed that they had something worthwhile to tell. If these thinkers had one thing in common, it was a tremendous sense of their own mortality. Thus, with stiffened fingers, weary minds, and bodies overspent, they strove to complete their works before time ran out for them. They sought and pondered, with will to spend themselves to this end. Therefore, it was with great price--not excluding some self-destruction--that they carved their thoughts into our pages of history." Prologue to the poem, Their Bones Lie Quiet Now, Thoughts in Motion, (book of poetry).
You wrote this, yes? Its...wonderful. For a chick anyway, kidding.
This, of course, is quite opinionated, but most things are, even when not so poetic.
No shit. its only when opinions concur that we call things 'good'. A sham is life, a tale told by an idiot.
Well, it is not the same. For one thing, who cares if someone does not believe in the Christian concept, -not many. Who gets exiled or non-published because of being non-pious? See what I mean. Who has a funeral for one who disagrees with childhood teaching, excommunicates him, and pronounces all kinds of damnation publicly, threatening anyone who even comes within a close proximity.
But don't you realize there has only been a change in method?
The story has not changed- one can isolate without exhile, kill without a drop of blood on one's pinky, even bring another to shame for not sharing one's views in these 'modern' days.
Only difference is the killing is done far more diplomatically.
Strindberg calls this soul murder:
"From having been purely physical (imprisonment, torture, death) the struggle for power has gradually developed into something more psychological,
but no less cruel for that. In the past, desposts ruled by means of muscular men in armor; nowadays majorities (or minorities) rule with the assistance of newspaper articles and ballot papers.
In the past one killed one's adversary witthuout trying to persuade him; nowadays one creates a majority against him, prevails upon him, exposes his intentions, ascribes to him intentions he does not have, deprives him of his livelihood, denies him social standing, makes him look ridiculous- in short, tortures him to death by lies or drives him insane instead of killing him."
.....and in doing so, kills him. In the past it was far more obvious and "midieval" whearas now the same dark little secret thrives, but in hiding. Its this hyegenic methodoly nowadyas that's ironically far more bloodier.
You don't see how easier it is nowadyas, do you?
I am afraid I do not understand your statement about his needing real misery. I did like your your inclusion of Freidrich.
He inhereted wealth that was bigass, never worked a day in his life laborwise, and yet there we find him speaking of the 'turbulent stream' of existence?
Forgive me for my ignorance. I would venture that my understanding of Schopenhauer is much less than yours. I am a fan of Spinoza, and spend a lot of time with his writings, and many others, but so far as philosophers go, I mostly read Spinoza.
Spinoza- too godsy and lovey wovy. Had his Ethics sitting on my shelf for a year after reading the first sappy chapter and never touched him again. Blegh.
What is the name of your book? ////.......pmt
"Wannabe."
Kidding.
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For what its worth, an instathought
http://sciforums.com/showthread.php?t=35604
inspired by William Durant. Wonderful little book, that one.