Thursday, June 18, 2015

On Gender.

Gender.

Rupert Sheldrake, in his critique of science, said that its origins were with in the Mechanistic view of the world. The origins of this were pragmatic on the part of the Christian Church. If God could be conceived of as a Mechanic, and all the world were His Machine, then there need not be room for other Gods, and the monotheist avoids pantheism.
The alternative that these thinkers rebelled against was that of the Platonic model where in every being manifests its Nature.
This is my view on Gender. Each being manifests its Nature. You will know the Soul of a person by Its fruits. A Woman whose Soul is Female will be born Female; the physical world will tend to take the shape of that spiritual pattern. A Man whose Soul is Male will be born Male. HIS development will follow masculine lines. As Marie Louise von Franz attested: Women tend to have slightly more feminine qualities than men do, and men have more masculine qualities. This was meant not only in referent to the physical body but to the spiritual body – all so known as the Subtle Body* or the Wisdom Body** – as well.

Gabriel Marcel warned that Modernity tended excessively to reduce the Human Being and the Individual Journey to two sets of functions: Social and Essential. The one refers to the abstract conception of the individual as a societal unit. The latter refers to the “biological functions” of the body as they were de-lineated by the scientific community. Both the sociological school and the biological school, following a Structuralist (and thereby essentially counter-progressive, by contemporary intellectual standards) model, one founded all so in Structural Functionalism as an aesthetic movement, Utilitarianism as America’s dominant ethical theory, and the Materialism that Sheldrake was criticizing, reduced the human being to a mere machine. By so dis-empowering the individual they sought to eliminate the “illusion of free will”, and with a growing Mass of Information Technology this is the greatest threat to our freedom: That man forgets how to STAND UP TO the Mass that seems at times to be the very central force of Nature. Of course, the Mass has little to do with Nature. The Mass operates by mindless idioms and unyielding trends that allow people to stop thinking, at the expense of their humanities.

People who preach that gender is a social construct would do well to admit that Gender Dysphoria is a social construct. Yet they are oddly silent on the matter, and they tend to delete you from their social net-working connections if you ask too many dis-comforting questions. But since the dis-comfort affects you, the questioner, most strongly – as evidenced by the fact that these others can so easily throw it off in avoidance of the Question – you must persist to find your own answers.
This I have found: That Gender is not reduce-able to a Bureacratic distinction. It is not distinct, to my mind, from sex, which I use inter-changeably with it except where the classical associations of one word be-fit the context better than those of the other. I tire of proto-Fascists telling me which word to use, as though I had to be told which words were dirty like a child. Even as a child I knew that that did not matter. What mattered was the mystery of what the subject tries to convey, not what his audience EXPECTS to hear.
Neither is Gender entirely biological. Sex can mean more than biology; its experience is more than physical. The yogis can tell you that. So can any woman who has been satisfied by her lover.

I dis-trust the notion of Gender Dysphoria, even going so far as to say that I dis-avow its existence with Certainty. I do not demand that my intimations of God be acknowledged, so why should you compel me to believe some thing for which I have no evidence? I can only give you my inferences from what God has revealed to me.
Jung posited correctly and incontrovertibly that each of us contains with in his self her gender opposite. This is incontrovertible, again. The recent attempt to dis-avow Jung’s work, exploiting its esotericism and inaccessibility, is the most blatant intellectual affront to genius I have encountered. It renders effectively silenced the voices of gratitude of innumerable men and women – ESPECIALLY women – that were affected by his work in Life-Altering and oft Life-SAVING ways.
It is not inconceivable, operating in Jungian consistency, to posit that the Anima of a man or the Animus with in a woman could take over, temporarily, the Conscious Psyche in place of the ego. But this would NOT mean that one was “born wrong”, simply be-cause one’s internal life does not accord with one’s external life. This split is a sign of Health and Individuation, and only a total conformist to this proto-Fascist Mass would think other( than )wise(ly) of it.
Neither does such a split suggest a departure from the body. Because as Foucault, a favourite of sexual progressives, pointed out: The physical body is perceived in a self-conscious way (to Foucault, ONLY) when acted upon by structures of POWER.
So it is not the body at fault when the mind turns to the opposite gender. The contradiction need not bother the solitary individual. Inwardly, I am a woman. Out-wardly, I am a man. But why demand that the outer fit the inner? The problem only occurs when the PRESSURE IS EXTERNAL.
This is why many Eastern Sages are depicted as Hermaphrodites. They do not care that their out-ward body, a vessel for the Soul, to be cared for but not all too clung to, “do not accord” with their Souls. This is not actual discord, simply difference and tension, which is the Nature of Life.
Yet when the mind is turned OUTWARDS in neurotic fixation upon what others make of one’s own body, the tension occurs. One trembles to say: I am a woman! if the public perception, as it is in turn perceived by the individual, is that one MUST be a man. MUST is taken to mean an imperative, not an inference. Yet it is only through an absence of nerve that, rather than owning up to the psychic facts publically, bamboozling one’s neighbours proudly, one in stead endeavours to ALTER THE PHYSICAL BODY ITS SELF.
This I cannot condone. It is incredibly dangerous and can be irreversibly damaging. Parents are right to feel affronted that the fruit of their loins, though it is not their possession (and perhaps has more to do with the Soul, again, acting as a template rather than genetics fighting it out amidst one an other) become corrupted by worms. The metaphor may seem harsh, but so is the nature of surgery. We idealise doctors too much, and our ethics in this public regard reflect the interest of their pocket-books. It is the folly of Man to think that he can correct Nature, and it is this ENDURING attitude, in no way distinct from the zeitgeist of the past three centuries and in no way “progressive”, that should right fully enflame all of our God-given prejudices. Neither is this a sectarian issue. We know from the Atomic Bomb, the horrors of Nagasaki and Hiroshima, the Concentration Camps in Germany, the iatrogenic diseases created by immunization shots, the authoritarian terror of psychiatric medications, the annihilation of entire species – races—of creatures from this earth, and a growing global surveillance system, the out-come of Man’s presumption that he can “correct” Nature, rather than being corrected BY her. She does not make miss-takes, left alone, and it is purely a perversion in the Judeo-Christian Ethic there fore that endures into our popular “progressive” prejudices regarding “gender”. The sheer inconsistencies should be a give-away; if gender were “entirely” societally conditioned, would gender dysphoria not its self be such a condition? It would be born of the same naive desire to conform and to fit a stereotype, borne from what Foucault called our latent or overt desire to love our oppressors. And so it is that the individual experiencing a furthering of one’s own individuality by becoming temporarily one’s opposite shrinks from the challenge posed by the Unconscious, what Kierkegaard called the Paradox, and he or she, deciding that outward appearance is most important, in an ultimate act of American consumerism, trades one’s Natural body for an other – a fabrication intended to be an imitation, but a pale one that fools few. This way the perception of the Mass would accord with one’s inner world, and that is good, right? What one fore gets is the utter HORROR of what happens when this same tendency to want to “bridge” the chasm betwixt public life and private life turns in the opposite current. What happens when, rather than changing my body so that the Public’s view of me might fit my own self-image, I try to alter the PUBLIC in order that THEY fit MY image for THEM? THIS is the greatest threat in contemporary progressivism; that it is proto-Fascism. The speaker may not choose simply to dis-agree with the decisions of the gender-switching consumer, claiming that he would never date such a person. I might say boldly that it is an action that I do not condone, but with ambi-valence, that I can SENSE one’s Given gender Phenomenologically as a Spiritual Entity, and that I trust that the person that I love has not made such a decision. But at no point in this inquiry do I pass judgement upon the SOUL of the Switcher. That would only be done to counter-point a claim about the Soul that I would find out-rageous: That rather than this decision having been a free, willing one, the chooser may have the EXCUSE of appealing to an invisible mental disease known as Gender Dysphoria. And as one who has suffered for years of humiliation, de-personalisation, marginalization, terror, paranoia, anomie, scape-goating, and oppression for the “existence” of an “invisible disorder” that I never had – a product of Big Pharmaceutical Business Interests, parental paranoia that a psychiatric nurse had about my dating her daughter, and blatant ignorance – I have neither shame nor fear (for I have been through worse than this crowd here assembled to-day) in saying that I have no belief what so ever in these invisible illnesses. And THAT applies to Gender Dysphoria as well, for just as I had contempt and loathing for my fellow im-patients that consented to their own abuse, renouncing the PSYCHIC PHENOMENA that was given them by a Paradoxical God in favour of a proto-Fascistic desire to love their masters, so I have no sympathy for the sorrows of those people who, rather than embracing their internal world as a gift from God and their bodies as a gift from Nature, conceive of both parents – Father God and Mother Nature – as having been out of accord with one an other, divorced in intention, and choose in stead to be labeled “Queer”. I never sought acceptance for an illness that I did not have, nor did I succeed in rallying support against medical establishment that threatened to take away my psychic freedom permanently, a condition that assuredly would have ended in my suicide (though to torment me further they would have tried to prevent it). I learnt the hard way that if an issue is in the news it is not really a form of oppression; this all ways happens under the radar. It all ways has. Fuck the people who claim that I am “privileged” or “oppressive” for dis-agreeing with the DECISION to switch one’s own body around. They know nothing of true oppression. And I feel no loyalty towards weak people who bend to the will of the Mass rather than standing up for their selves.

*Vedanta; yoga.
*Campbell.


Dm.A.A.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Common Sense Responses to Enduring Neuroses.

I do think about the people around me. I think that they are all wrong. And I pity them.

Common Sense Responses to Enduring Neuroses.

Derrida pro-claimed that what can not be said must be written. So here goes.

1.       Objectification.
a.       What the hell does that mean? You do not want me to be Objective?
                                                               i.      If I cannot be Objective, to the best of my ability, according to Intuition, personal Common Sense, and Reason, then how will I own up to my own impulses? If my desires and urges shape the world around me, do I knot OWE it (Know it) to The OBJECT of my consciousness, to be objective? Jung said that introverts tend to become guilty of “subjectifying the object”. They “put it down”; they abstract away from it.
I love introversion. But I take responsibility for my self. I acknowledge that a Grounded attitude towards any thing, especially sex, is a well-rounded one.
2.       De-personalisation.
a.       Hold on. I feel de-personalised.
                                                               i.      If some thing is PERSONAL, it tends to VARY from PERSON to PERSON. Other wise, it is INTER-PERSONAL. But as an individual I reserve the right to control with whom I maintain PERSONAL relations, as well as the PERSONAL feelings that I may choose to express before an IMPERSONAL audience.
                                                             ii.      Besides that, I may choose to acknowledge IMPERSONAL facts and perceptions (which ever term you prefer) that are present to me. But that is a PERSONAL choice.
                                                            iii.      I can rarely Universalise in a TRANS-PERSONAL way, with out running the risk of being dis-appointed. And even if Universals exist, as they do, one must endure a great deal of PERSONAL Relativism in order to arrive at them. Kohlberg attested to this; Life demonstrates it. But it is not my job to try to provide this for people who never had the nerve to try it out.
3.       Reification.
a.       You mean the Marxist sense or the Gestalt sense?
                                                               i.      Marxist: The notion of treating a man as one would a thing. It goes back to the notion f the exploitation of workers as human resources. Yet it perpetuates the notion that things are inferior to people, and to treat people as “human canvasses”, et cetera, is an affront to the human being.
1.       Watts: Hippie Guru who popularized Buddhism and L.S.D. Criticised money but criticised Marxist Fascism as a looming threat. Argued that Americans are not materialistic at all but that the ENTIRE PHYSICAL UNIVERSE is a manifestation of the Divine Intelligence.
Made fun of women for saying that he only wanted them for their bodies and not their minds. Influenced by Jung. Considered the intellect over-rated; the “small mind” which is really just an illusion of the Great Mind.
Argued that the rejection of the Physic al World (of Things, like Rilke’s Dingen) was part of the rejection of the feminine in the original Biblical Council. This Council omitted the Gnostic texts, with their emphasis on sexual self-empowerment, bodily pleasure, the physical world, and the maternal power, (McKenna) from the Bible. The Bible endures as one of the most influential texts/novels of all time. Its influence, as Jung demonstrated, pervades the Unconscious Psyche, even of atheists.
2.       Foucault, Heidegger, Sartre: All rejected Humanism. All influenced and had close ties with men AND WOMEN who were progressives working to sub-vert History and Historicity (the central part of Hegel’s project, and there fore that of Marx as well). All preached Freedom, despite differing political views.
a.       Sartre, despite his “womanising” tendencies, dated de Beauvoir through-out his entire adult life.
b.      Heidegger, despite strong Nazi affiliations, got back together with Hannah Arendt after WWII.
c.       Foucault, despite homosexual habits and drug habits, created the post-modern pre-dicament that S.J.W.*’s find their selves
in.
                                                             ii.      Gestalt: The projection of qualities upon the world that do not exist there-in.
1.       You mean like what we do when we generalize about:
a.       Womanising?
b.      Sexism?
c.       Racism?
d.      Monetary Value?
e.      Political Correctness?
f.        Collective Truth?
g.       Common Sense?
h.      Social Cues?
i.         “Oppression”?
j.        Wage Disparity?
k.       Statistical Truth?
l.         Mental Illness?
m.    God conceptions?
n.      Romantic projections?
o.      Rape rhetoric?
p.      Fascism?
q.      Hypocrisy?
2.       Do not get me wrong. A LOT of these concerns, particularly that of Fascism, are incredibly legitimate. Yet for the MOST part people do not know what the HELL they are talking about. The solution:
a.       Embrace Jamesian pragmatism.
b.      Trust what the Buddha said. Question every thing that you read and hear, unless it accords with your own common sense and experience.
c.       Back up your claims and avoid hypocrisy.
d.      Study your self.
e.      Study cases by case. Case-by-case basis, not just projection.
f.        Love the paradox. Don’t expect consistency from an Absurd Reality.
g.       Do not be a Dogmatist. Just be firm.
h.      Have patience and openness with people.
i.         Do not be a Fascist.
j.        Fight Fascism in stead.
k.       Empower your self. Do not take other people’s bull shit just because they tell you to. Study your self. Do you REALLY care about them? Or do you only care about what they THINK? Dostoyevsky: The hardest thing to tell is the truth, and the easiest thing is to flatter. If you only care about what people THINK OF YOU, then you are a narcissist and will only use Debate to flatter people. If you GENUINELY love people, you will be morally obligated to tell them that they’re wrong.
l.         I have known enough rape victims, drug addicts, lost souls, misandrists, misogynists, misanthropists, proto-Fascists, and survivors to proudly co-rroborate this.


*Social Justice Warriors.

Dmitry.

Dm.A.A.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Against =ity.

The attitude of the religious person, as has been brought to my attention by Ali, a University professor of Philosophy and Language, is that man 'has some thing'. This pertains of course to the thorny issue of that most horrendous of pre-tensions, 'Equality'. It is a word that literally mortifies me. Like Racism, Sexism, and Monetary Value, it is so typical as an American Memetic phenomenon (memenon) in this one central "respect": that it does not exist.
The religious origin of this idea rests in the conception that each individual human being has a "Soul", given to him by God, that renders him "human". There fore, it is stated, all beings that possess such a "Soul" are regarded as "Equal(s) in the eyes of God."
Religious scholar Alan Watts said that this idea was the origin of the principle of "Bureaucratic Democracy": "All men are equally inferior." Its instrumentality is entirely hegemonic.
The philosopher of course comes on to the scene and pro-claims: Where is this Soul?? I do not see it! And the people who found shelter in this com-forting delusion then rage against him; kill the heretic!
This trend has been ubiquitous over recent history. "Recent" meaning the past several thousand years of course.

Every regime in the past hundred years that has had a pre-tense towards equality has up-set our conventional conceptions of what such a society would be. This was made possible with the ex-clusion of certain beings from the label of 'humanity'. All men are equal, but some are more equal than others. The African American slave, the German Jew, and the Soviet political dissident were all victims of this scape-goating strategy.
Every generation has had a Pretense to-wards Progress. "Our fore fathers were cruel, but WE shall be Equal!" Of course, the youth full fervour is natural and necessary. Only it is corrupted when it is turned from the "I" to the "we". By deferring responsibility to the Mass, expecting one's peers to con-form to one's pre-judices, one renders the word "equality" a Fascist mantra.
Of course Equality, if it is given by Nature, can not be attained by man. If it is NOT given by Nature, it must be attained, but there is no necessity for this. And THAT it is given by Nature does not pre-dispose us to re-cognise it. Nor does it compell us to, for that would be a Fallacy of Naturalism.
Equality would compell us, were it synonomous with Inclusion, to pro-tect the rights of all psychic minorities, including intro-verts, people experiencing psychosis, and social deviants. Yet it invariably becomes Mob Rule; what is "equal for us" may not be "equal" to the mind of the minority. Hence some men are more equal than others; the others "simply don't get it," and must be re-formed.

Of course were equality a matter of fairness we would have no fairness. Only relativism. The rapist is equal to the pope (which one may only hope happens rarely in reality), the whore is equal to the chaste, the victim equal to the oppressor, the proto-Fascist to the democrat (well per haps), et cetera. All before God, who Alone Can Judge Them. All basic rational dis-cretion is lost to an in-sane and meaningless ideal: A mere IDIOM that is only USED to gain leverage when one is Part Of The Majority.

No higher values, the kind that have promised a greater fairness to a greater number of beings, can be attained in this bucket of crabs. The person motivated by Power all ways suspects others of harbouring the same motive, and her actions are immanently revealing of her intentions. She would ask: Well how do YOU know that YOU do not desire Power, and that you have not projected your Own will to power up on me? The answer is with in that instant of insult. The genuinely moral person strives with his SELF first and fore most. He seeks not to sub-vert others as an end in and of its self; he wants only to re-form his own self, constantly and vigilantly. That she might accuse him of desiring only power is evidence that she has no interest in his moral quest, but only that she have sufficient control over him that she is immune to his criticism. And of course to criticise way-ward Souls that are motivated by more lowly impulses such as Power is its self a Moral Imperative.

Dm.A.A.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Breaking the Net (of Dogmatic Tormentors).

Breaking the Net (of Dogmatic Tormentors).

You have no genuine opinions of your own, only dogma. Where I depart from your dogma you not only negate my departure, but you go on to compile all of my departures in to one dogma its self. You do not care that this dogma contradicts your own; you hold me to it even though you do not believe it. Were you a genuine believer in your own dogma you would never hold me to an opposing dogma, for were you in-advertently to prove me right in the dogma you have ascribed to me then you would have be-trayed your own. Your intent is purely to trap me, so it has less to do with beliefs and more to do with cruelty and power. If I deviate from your dogma, you only have more rope to add to the net. Were I consistent with the dogma ascribed to me, you could carry me wherever you wished within it, for you do not truly believe in my dogma any way and all ready have a retort to it. Were I to tug against the net, hoping to break free, you would only tauten it, accusing me of hypo-crisy. My only escape is by cutting through the net, and this is why I have written this retort.
This I conclude: whenever I see cruelty befall the innocent, I shall blame you and your breed of people. If that seems unwarranted to you, the burden is yours. For every warranted claim I have made you have dismissed as “mere” philosophy. Now that I make an unwarranted one, I merely play the game by your rules, not mine. Which ever modus operandi you ultimately choose – that of Reason or that of Passion – I win. But you cannot win in my mind, for you have only your passion and not reason, and that that reason could so easily be set aside is evidence of the feebleness of your passion. The passion must be nothing more than a minor bullying tendency, and I can flick you off my arm as a mosquito.
This is why I have studied philosophy: For I have struggled with people like you my entire life, and philosophers were amidst the few who could help me. At the very least they unified all the other voices in my mind. So it is no surprise that you condemn the people who defend me from you. I owe them more than I could ever owe you, even if you joined their class.


Dm.A.A.

Feminism Eroticises Women.

Feminism eroticises women, in the sense of the female body (for what is more immanent and empirical a definition of a “woman”?) more so than any other ideology I can think of. In ordinary society, in the professions of models, in bar scenes et cetera, the woman is a free agent. Her equality is a humane de facto one. She is not pre-sumed theoretically equal; she is just treated with human sympathy. The feminist narrative is what eroticises a woman in a way that lends her a great deal of power but that all so creates the incentive for men to exercise power over her in a sado-masochistic game.
Prompted by a YouTube comment that mis-used the word “Fascist” and by a long-standing concern, I began to write part of a film narrative that I had been developing hitherto for some time. This peculiar scene is one of my prides and joy, and for that reason I will spare the details in order that I may maintain my professionalism. What I love about film is that it uses so often criminals as heroes, reminding us, as Kierkegaard and Kohlberg did, that moral development does not stop at the word of the law.
One of the anti-heroes (or anti-villains) I have portrayed attempts to poison his lover with a date-rape drug, purely for her protection, in order to stop her from entering a base. He is practically unable to stop her verbally, by virtue of a plot device that I have yet to reveal, (go see the film!) with out risk to her life.
A person who has read literature and loved a good story since child hood would be affronted by any claim that drugging a person covertly is Universally bad; only conventionally so. My entire life, I have done what Camus said it was the job of the philosopher to do: To all ways be on the opposite side of the executioners. And I did not even self-identify, most of this time, as philosophical! It was a matter of basic dignity, as reader and writer, to employ IMAGINATION in the contemplation of socially deviant behaviour. I could rarely if ever be the ignorant preacher in the novel or the play that only saw the crime and projected the sin, not only ignorant of the intent but disrespect full of it. Proto-Fascists disgust me. They have the nerve to pre-sume that, in the absence of evidence to prove innocence of intent, the accused is guilty. One may never have access to the intent of a social deviant. So be it. One does not simply then de-fault to judgement. One does not simply walk into Mordor. It is one think to be ignorant of the intent of an other; it is an other thing to be arrogant of it. It is one thing to be ignorant of the intent of an other; it is an other thing to be ignorant of the fact this such ignorance is in-evitable. To put it plainly, it would not be the job of my anti-hero, before a hypothetical tribunal, to declare his actions justified. Only a blatantly cruel and genuinely evil person would demand that kind of information, knowing fully well in the back of one’s mind that were the CLEARLY innocent person to divulge such knowledge, he would betray the cause of his companions and even his enemies, neither of whom he genuinely wishes to harm. Such a tragedy would not be worth one’s own self-justification, but where self-justification is necessary to the survival of the agent and the survival of the agent is necessary to the survival of the Cause, the legal double-bind put forth by the Inquisitor is all ready the most ingeniously depraving torture.
If asked, I would say that this kind of thing became a matter of common sense to me around the age of ten. Since then it has been my de-fault, growing more and more un-conscious as I became more and more well-adjusted.

But enough about that. Let’s talk about women.
Having written the micro-treatment for that peculiar scene I re-visited some of my favourite erotic images from my Google Image Search. I was pretty much shocked to find the women of those images transformed as objects (for one has no access to them as any thing other than the object of the piece) in to some thing more grounded and humane. Here were women whom I would not affront if I met one of them at a bar. They were not romanticised; they were human and real and power full. Their equality was a de facto one. They were not equals on a line graph. They were three-dimensional beings captured in two-dimensional space, but abiding implicitly in four dimensional space. Our only equality was that we shared this space between us; really we were Universes a part. I was home.
This has of course been strictly phenomenological. The explanations come secondarily. It seems inferable how ever that feminism, by preaching legal values and threatening punishment, such as for drugging a woman covertly, creates a kind of Foucaultian power structure that can best be represented, as Foucault his self would have done, in a Bondage and Sodomy relationship. The field of immanence that is eroticism and attraction is intruded up on by this power structure, and so sexual desire is filtered through power. This is the origin of Romanticism. The mind desperately and manically looks for its fantasies to exist first with in the structure and then out side of it, dividing the real of fantasy from the legal to the illegal, and creating a schizophrenic schism that runs deep and fundamentally tarnishes one’s views of women.
How ever simple the thesis, it seems adequate as evidence. But only an exceptionally cruel person would demand more evidence of that, as I have alluded. The claim can only be available to those willing to study the same trends in their selves. That does not how ever dissuade me from Universalising, for limits placed on “arbitrary” generalizations are their selves arbitrary “Universals”.


Dm.A.A.

Kritik: Race. (No true Blacksman fallacy.) I.

Kritik: Race. (No true Blacksman fallacy.) I.

Last year I brought a friend of mine, a charming girl by the name of Tiffany, into the Palomar College Debate team. I knew her through (if I may speak causally) having met her sister Kirjsten. This first correspondence began under the auspices of finding a computer programmer for a game that I was designing.
After having met Kirjsten, a truly charming girl who was rather easy on the eyes, if I may say so, I thought back to her as the “really cute Scandinavian girl” (one of many, admittedly) that I had met on the Palomar Campus.
It was not until I saw her again that I had what Zen Buddhists call a satori – a sudden awakening – I thought: You know, I think that this girl *might* identify as African American. I am not so sure, but the curve of her nose and the tinge of chocolate in what I had taken to be vanilla skin might suggest some sort of, what’s the word? “Black heritage”.
The essentialism is of course practical; the objectification is for phenomenological purposes. It was not out of the side of his mouth that Slavoj Zizek said that political correctness is a tacit form of totalitarianism. If we are not free to describe our experiences as they appear to us, we are all ways, one and all, slaves to dogmatism. The project of phenomenology was to escape the tendency of the human mind to fit things into boxes that are pre-sumed ubiquitous, focusing in stead upon the precise description of individual experience in a way that is often counter-intuitive, de-constructive, and requiring a great deal of strain and effort that the conventional man does not want to put forth.
But no thing is more important than this effort, the nihilation of pre-conceived categories, than in dealing with the most oppressive of categories, as well as the silliest: That of race.


Dm.A.A.

Monday, June 8, 2015

THE HIGHER GROUND: A Last(ing) Installment.

The Higher Ground.

[I should pre-face this, with intellectual enthusiasm, by attesting that this is the second time that I cracked open a text by Nietzsche and God manifested through an incredible synchronicity. This just so happened to be the precise passage that I needed:-]

29. The Tarantulas

Lo, this is the tarantula's den! Would'st thou see the tarantula itself? Here hangeth its web: touch this, so that it may tremble.
There cometh the tarantula willingly: Welcome, tarantula! Black on thy back is thy triangle and symbol; and I know also what is in thy soul.
Revenge is in thy soul: wherever thou bitest, there ariseth black scab; with revenge, thy poison maketh the soul giddy!
Thus do I speak unto you in parable, ye who make the soul giddy, ye preachers of equality! Tarantulas are ye unto me, and secretly revengeful ones!
But I will soon bring your hiding-places to the light: therefore do I laugh in your face my laughter of the height.
Therefore do I tear at your web, that your rage may lure you out of your den of lies, and that your revenge may leap forth from behind your word "justice."
Because, for man to be redeemed from revenge—that is for me the bridge to the highest hope, and a rainbow after long storms.
Otherwise, however, would the tarantulas have it. "Let it be very justice for the world to become full of the storms of our vengeance"—thus do they talk to one another.
"Vengeance will we use, and insult, against all who are not like us"—thus do the tarantula-hearts pledge themselves.
"And 'Will to Equality'—that itself shall henceforth be the name of virtue; and against all that hath power will we raise an outcry!"
Ye preachers of equality, the tyrant-frenzy of impotence crieth thus in you for "equality": your most secret tyrant-longings disguise themselves thus in virtue-words!
Fretted conceit and suppressed envy—perhaps your fathers' conceit and envy: in you break they forth as flame and frenzy of vengeance.
What the father hath hid cometh out in the son; and oft have I found in the son the father's revealed secret.
Inspired ones they resemble: but it is not the heart that inspireth them—but vengeance. And when they become subtle and cold, it is not spirit, but envy, that maketh them so.
Their jealousy leadeth them also into thinkers' paths; and this is the sign of their jealousy—they always go too far: so that their fatigue hath at last to go to sleep on the snow.
In all their lamentations soundeth vengeance, in all their eulogies is maleficence; and being judge seemeth to them bliss.
But thus do I counsel you, my friends: distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful!
They are people of bad race and lineage; out of their countenances peer the hangman and the sleuth-hound.
Distrust all those who talk much of their justice! Verily, in their souls not only honey is lacking.
And when they call themselves "the good and just," forget not, that for them to be Pharisees, nothing is lacking but—power!
My friends, I will not be mixed up and confounded with others.
There are those who preach my doctrine of life, and are at the same time preachers of equality, and tarantulas.
That they speak in favour of life, though they sit in their den, these poison-spiders, and withdrawn from life—is because they would thereby do injury.
To those would they thereby do injury who have power at present: for with those the preaching of death is still most at home.
Were it otherwise, then would the tarantulas teach otherwise: and they themselves were formerly the best world-maligners and heretic-burners.
With these preachers of equality will I not be mixed up and confounded. For thus speaketh justice unto me: "Men are not equal."
And neither shall they become so! What would be my love to the Superman, if I spake otherwise?
On a thousand bridges and piers shall they throng to the future, and always shall there be more war and inequality among them: thus doth my great love make me speak!
Inventors of figures and phantoms shall they be in their hostilities; and with those figures and phantoms shall they yet fight with each other the supreme fight!
Good and evil, and rich and poor, and high and low, and all names of values: weapons shall they be, and sounding signs, that life must again and again surpass itself!
Aloft will it build itself with columns and stairs—life itself into remote distances would it gaze, and out towards blissful beauties- therefore doth it require elevation!
And because it requireth elevation, therefore doth it require steps, and variance of steps and climbers! To rise striveth life, and in rising to surpass itself.
And just behold, my friends! Here where the tarantula's den is, riseth aloft an ancient temple's ruins—just behold it with enlightened eyes!
Verily, he who here towered aloft his thoughts in stone, knew as well as the wisest ones about the secret of life!
That there is struggle and inequality even in beauty, and war for power and supremacy: that doth he here teach us in the plainest parable.
How divinely do vault and arch here contrast in the struggle: how with light and shade they strive against each other, the divinely striving ones.—
Thus, steadfast and beautiful, let us also be enemies, my friends! Divinely will we strive against one another!—
Alas! There hath the tarantula bit me myself, mine old enemy! Divinely steadfast and beautiful, it hath bit me on the finger!
"Punishment must there be, and justice"—so thinketh it: "not gratuitously shall he here sing songs in honour of enmity!"
Yea, it hath revenged itself! And alas! now will it make my soul also dizzy with revenge!
That I may not turn dizzy, however, bind me fast, my friends, to this pillar! Rather will I be a pillar-saint than a whirl of vengeance!
Verily, no cyclone or whirlwind is Zarathustra: and if he be a dancer, he is not at all a tarantula-dancer!—
Thus spake Zarathustra.
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[Pardon the vernacular. This virgin was the only version I could find on-line before I was satisfied (the first result). Enjoy:-]

The Higher Ground.

Brandan Whearty tore apart the value of Happiness one time. He called it a zero-sum game. I was sitting there humbled.
But re-newed. Re-freshed.
De-conditioned. I re-
membered what Doctor Englund had said about Self-Actualisation versus Self-Transcendance. It reminded me of what you said about Eros and Agape. I was ready to meet the challenge.
Reading a very elitist book on the English Language whilst volunteering at a Speech and Debate Tournament. I had to distance my self from the incessantly chattering ‘affluent’ adults just to Think. Then I met Krishna. She mani-
fested as a woman named Krishna that I could TALK to. With challenge but avail-
ability. Neither leveling nor feeling judged. Genuine.
She called me a poetic Soul. I could talk about men and women with her and not fear too much for offending some feminist pre-judice. It was in her wake (the wake of that conversation.
She did not die, to my knowledge) that I finally broke the ice and decided to ask you to hang out. It was that night that I really first bitched out Arthur and severed ties with him and Awilda.

They earned back my trust after Kresten’s treachery. Yet they lost it when I heard them condemn Sarah Namuri (not Daniel’s Sarah) as a ‘snitch’. I could go on about that. You re-
call that it was that Sunday night,*
*That I spoke with Krishna.

a week prior to the death of the old Dmitry, that I pretended to have amnesia be-
cause my friend Jennifer, who had committed suicide,
had had amnesia.

Sarah Namuri had been suicidal as well. [Or as hell? My manu-script could be read either way.]
So had Awilda. She should have known better. So had you. When I texted you in a panic for your life from my Hotel Room in Cleveland, Jared might have had the decency to ask WHO it was that I was keeping him awake FOR.
He called me a ‘snitch’ after I told Dewi about my rooming troubles. I vented every thing to Dewi that I needed to. It did not cross my fucking mind that people would accuse me of appealing to an ‘authority’, as though I were in terested in political power. It was an even bigger affront to be pre-
sumed selfish; to have Jared EXPECT that I level with him, as though I would beso rude as to keep him awake for any thing less than a dire emergency.

When I found out that you were safe, I immediately tried to relate with Apple and Jared. But to no ultimate avail.

This is why I rarely level with people. If ever.

Dewi would have condoned my acts. The theoretical absence of any ‘real danger’ does not permit one to sleep at night on a bed of coals called a con-science.

Apolonio texted me to meet. I turned him down. This was only a few weeks ago. He said: ‘I’m over it bro. You’re a good person bro.’

Do you re-call my dream about him?
See what Good I see in people?

Sooner or later You will wake up to (appreciate) my Goodness too. As Apple did.

Sarah Namuri had been Apolonio’s friend.
One of few to listen to him. She explained that he would re-
peat his self be-cause of his adol-
escent Drinking Habits and ‘brain damage’* I guess.

*Though she had the politeness not to mention ‘the brain.’

She had been the one who told me that ‘it was okay to tell the coaches’ if any thing went wrong.

It had put me so at ease. I had a serious para-noia about being mani-
pulated. I had thought that Apple’s repetitive tendencies were an attempt to control me. I had reason as of the Night I Died to be parannoyed.

Awilda was a competitive bitch.
Not like you. She blamed Dewi. She blamed. She blamed.
She blamed Sarah.
She blamed Brandan.
She never blamed Arthur. And for what did she blame these people?
Because she ‘did not do well’ this year. Because de-
Bate ‘was a game’.
Be-cause the coaches were ‘author-
ities’. Because she ‘never wanted to be a leader’;  because the coaches should [I miss read this from my manu-script “showed” and “slowed” prior to surmising/re-calling my initial intent] have helped her more.
Because her negativity to-wards these people has authority. She never wanted to be a leader but called me stupid whilst intro-ducing Raffy and the other Novice to Debate, saying that it was a game and that people who ‘use it to spread their own ideologies’ were dumb.

I refuse(d) to level with her. It was by leveling that she could maintain her cozy apathy, allowing her neurotic break-
down to take its un-
impeded course.

How could I be friends with Republican Anarcho-
capitalists who called Sarah a Snitch? HOW?
Their actions could not be per-
mitted; enough about their Souls. But most centrally I realized that *I* could not live happily for its own sake.
Fiddling while the World Burned. Treating it all as a (mere) game.

Happiness as an end in and of its self: A zero-sum game. Sarah, who all so had at one point idealised Brandan Whearty, would probably agree.
She was not a happy person. She was a good person. And Arthur damned his self to my own personal Hell the moment he said: She meant well, but her actions had had consequences. If there is one thing that I abhor more than a Fascist, it is a gangster. Or a Nazi.
The means justify the ends; Sarah was in toto innocent. She did only what she thought Right. It is all that we could ever do. And she was NOT striving for her own happiness. She was fighting for the team. She was fighting for survival. Brandan had helped her through her suicidal ideations art fully. Much as Dewi had con-
soled me that week I had died. I never told her a
bout you. But I will not forget her telling me that she hated to see good people suffer.And she told me that the flirtations typical of my age group were be-
neath me.

I do not care if K. was just trying to make his self ‘happy’. I care little for that as a mot-
ive. Awilda was responsible for the degeneracy of her peers; if she suffered, it was as a result of not having reported their acts in Sarah’s place. In stead she chose to be pragmatically violent to-
wards Sarah, as befit a competitive person who operates in a zero-sum game rather than for the Greatest Good and the Highest Way.
So it was with Jared and Apolonio. Our room-
ing situation was a game of zero sum be-

Cause they could not see be-
yond their own self-
interest and in-
sisted up on leveling with me patriarchally.
Jared pre-sumed that I was as self-
Serving as he, and so he conducted the conflict by order[-words].
Ethical Egoism.

I will not level with these people any longer. That is why I will not talk to K. ever again, most probably.


With more ease than bitterness, Dmitry.