“It is very interesting.
You’re like a book.
Every new page is something new or a new part to something I already knew about you.
I’m tired of preaching to the converted, you know that.
Tired of doing the right things for the wrong reasons.
The self-image, the media, the audience.
We are surrounded by the outside do we only have purposive rationality as the only tool for thinking?
Life frozen as an empty ritual, leaving hollow holes in the landscape of essential forests waiting to be integrated by fast economics and false priests.
Life as a self-sustaining nourishment, an orchestral cycle of destruction.
Who are we supposed to argue against? The educated class? The ones with the privileges from the powerful?
There’s surface agreement riddled with cognitive-dissonance.
We don’t have hands anymore and they, they don’t have heads,
And in the illusion of chaos, fantasies and hopes of a free will do not exist.
Who’s the righteous?
Abstract definitions for fluent moments; they will declare all moral-philosophical concepts as useless they are just a rhetorical justification of ones own actions.
They will make it sound reasonable.
Flux in a circle, stuck in the parent-child relationship; grown monstrous, into a culture with a story of enlightenment.
Go back to where you came from, woman with colored skin, so she was told.
I was told my entire life to believe in our narrative, the ideology of maximizing pleasure to feel love,
but Love is an extension of the Self, a state of asking:
What is life doing with me?
What can I do for you?
There’s still the chance to disrupt the action a free non-volition might exist, if volition is taken.
Not asking for means to ends but for what that thing is that does.
What does it mean?”
4:39 pm • 10 août 2014 • 1 note