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>>20158595
You are neurotic. Some people are born like that, with hyper and meta self-awareness, other are thrown from the living-the-moment continuum and got to life with the scars of seeing what they were not built to. Gotta live with that, remembering the view out of the dome.

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Think about this: In all of human history there have been only two major explosions of novel philosophy, in Greece 2500 years ago and in Germany during the late 17th-19th centuries. My theory is that it is simply a matter of pure chance that so many geniuses happen to born every once in a while all at once in the right place at the right time. But now that requirement has been completely done away with with the advent of the internet, geniuses from all over the world can influence each other in seconds. What’s more, there is no longer any barrier of entry. Not only do you have access to the last 2500 years of written word right from home, but you don’t even have to learn multiple languages thanks to the fact that even the lower class now generally learns English, and nearly everything of note has already been translated. Obviously the recent post war generations have been a failure and Gen Z will be totally paralyzed by internet addiction, but as we adapt and learn to use the internet as a tool we will start to produce and advance faster than ever before. I’m sure we will see at least some greats already even from Gen Z as the ones who manage to break away from internet addiction will universally have access to more opportunity than anyone in human history. Imagine how many great geniuses we never saw contributing to history because they were born to a low class and never learned Latin it Greek. All those people are now freed and are being unleashed upon the world.

I WAS THINKING ABOUT HOW LANGUAGE IS SYMBOLIC OF CONCEPTS AND I FINALLY REALIZED THAT THE ONLY REASON MATH SEEMS LIKE A SYMBOL OF REALITY IS BECAUSE WE HAVE TO USE SYMBOLS TO TALK ABOUT MATH BUT I ALREADY HAVE THE CONCEPT OF THE NUMBER TWO IN MY HEAD BEFORE I LEARNED ABOUT THE WORD "TWO" OR BEFORE I COUNTED TWO FINGERS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T COUNT TO TWO OR TALK ABOUT TWO WITH OTHER PEOPLE UNLESS YOU ALREADY KNOW WHAT TWO IS PRIOR TO ANY SYMBOLISM THE FORMS ARE FUCKING REAL AND SO IS ANAMNESIS I COULDN'T FIGURE OUT IF MATH AND LOGIC WERE REAL OR JUST MODELS OF THE UNIVERSE THAT HAVE WORKED SO FAR BUT THEY WERE REAL THIS WHOLE TIME AND PLATO HAD ALREADY FIGURED IT OUT I JUST DIDN'T REALIZE IT

Which books will convince me of the existence of God if the Bible hasn't?

>>17297760
The bible covers Jewish texts that were never meant for gentiles to begin with and books constructed by the followers of Saul. It is ultimately little more then a tool of Sarklas. The only value to be found in the bible are the traces of the Q text and perhaps small elements of John and Luke.

Ultimately all four gospels of the bible focus on the mythologising of Jesus rather then actually relaying his teachings. Thomas is the only extent text that directly covers the teachings of Jesus without delving into mythology ultimately stolen from that surrounding Apollonius of Tyana.

If you want to study the old testament, you may as well convert to Judaism. If you want to study the new testament then you are just another sap taken in by the cult of Saul. Regardless of whatever you pick, you are still just the bitch of Yaldabaoth.

>>15252344
Try psychedelics bro hope that pushes your "enlightenment" and helps you find that place in the world, you're still very young so its common to be confused, best of luck, and turn it down with the anime faggot : )

What are some good books that pertain to theism, the refutation of reductionist materialism and the idea of an afterlife from an unbiased perspective (without undertones or implied affiliation to a specific religious movement)?

Hello. I have a short story (~6500 words) on google doc. Would you guys like to give me some ideas and suggestions?

https://docs.google.com/document/d/13EAYaGm_c_JGTxWHaaTaKU2WRwwdf_YHSERFuwSovYs/edit?usp=sharing

Fugatorio

I would like to share the most important lesson that Viola taught me – practice how it ends. Everything has to end at some point. So when I tell our story, I’d like to start with the dessert. It has neither a sweet resolution nor a twist, I’m afraid.
There were no obituaries. For someone who loved to talk, she kept to herself.

You can call me Nikki. My father named me Katie after his late mother. He told me I had her eyes. It all seems so very distant now – my mom’s dusty cookbooks that she bought before she got married, my grandmother’s suicide in tempo Andante after losing her husband to Alzheimer's, and the birdcage that sat silent.
Let’s talk more about the birdcage for now. Perhaps some other time, I could tell you about al dente pasta that my mom cooked and my senile grandfather who used to beat my mom and called her a whore. One day, my mom bought a pink birdcage with a finch couple that merrily chirped every morning to wake us up. Even my father, who talked to his withering orchids rather than to us, sometimes gave that happy couple some snacks from time to time. Their songs, however, did not last long. It was in third week of August that one of the finches started to bang his head on the steel cage, as if he wanted to break the steel frame and fly away. His soft head couldn't break through the locked cage. The metallic clangs filled our living room until my father couldn’t stand it and took the birdcage out to the veranda.
An awful silence awoke our house the morning after. The finch's body had turned into a colorful stone on the seashore, eyes shining white and cold as if it had been fished out from the depths of the ocean. The other finch was silent too. Since that morning, she stopped singing; she didn’t have much to say to us. Her tiny beak stayed shut until she passed away. Mom took the bird's stiff body out of her nest. Where it had lain were two shattered eggs with gray ooze leaking from their shells. My father kept the empty birdcage in a dark and quiet corner of our veranda; it remained there in silence until mom decided to throw it away.
(the rest is on the link)

where can i find faivre's original publishings on the six characteristics of esotericism? i can only find rehashes.

I want to write a novel. However, my writing skills in English are unimpressive, and my vocabulary is limited. I can tell a story, but my lack of knowledge about stylistic figures makes it "functional" but bland.
I could write in my native language, but I doubt it would change anything; I'm just not a good storyteller right now.

I have most of the plot figured out and would really like to make it into a full-fledged novel.
Could you give me any advice on how I can improve my vocabulary, my writing and storytelling and elaborate my own style?

Medievalist thread

>What are you reading
>Backlog?
>Recommendations
>Favorite book
>Was this your field of study in university?

Also, does anyone wish to suggest an entry level reading list for those interested in Medieval literature but not sure where to start?

Let's change the topic. Recommend some /lit/ philosophers that compliment Christianity. Why do they compliment it and what texts would you recommend?

Also, anyone have a favorite history of the church to share?

>>6396138
Honestly I think that coming to terms with dying is the most personal thing a human being can do. I can't tell you what will work for you but I can describe my personal turning point though it might be frustratingly unhelpful and unsciency:

I was walking along the shore near my house after chemo after finishing the Katha Upanishad. It was a clear and sunny, warm breeze, birds chirping, it was as nice a day as I've ever experienced, it almost felt like an acid trip it was so colorful and beautiful. I sat down on an old ruined cement structure and looked out over the water at the mountains and I started worrying about dying (as I tended to do whenever I was alone back then). Out of nowhere I started laughing uncontrollably, this overwhelming sense of joy came over me, it filled my whole body and felt like it was going to burst out into the world around me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced, I had been depressed for so long that the massive swing in emotion almost scared me. I had this feeling of complete connection to my surroundings, it was like my death was this tiny event that was part of this unimaginably vast and beautiful divine system, and there was nothing happy or sad about. It seemed obvious to me in that moment that what happens when I die doesn't really matter, it will be what it will be, and to fight against it almost seems childish and petulant and worse it's like fighting nature itself. So I just let go of that existential anxiety I had been carrying around ever since I learned that I would die, its still there somewhere, but it's been defanged, it doesn't haunt me like it used to.

I said I'm not religious but I only mean that in the institutional and ritualistic sense, I felt the presence of "God" that morning. Not God the angry, vengeful anthropomorphic creature with a beard and robes, of but a sort of all encompassing, unintelligible, omnipresent unifying force that experiences itself, it's nothing you could define or draw a circle around, not bound by time or space, it just fucking is and it pervades everything. Whether it was "real" or not is inconsequential to me, even if it was just a delusional oddity within my brain. Whatever happened gave me comfort that I desperately needed at that moment and it helped me stay positive and helps me to this day. There will always be some part of me that fears the unknown, and death is still completely unknown, but I am comfortable in the certainty that I will experience it one day and I'll get to find out what lies on the other side (unless its nothing, but obviously I won't be bothered if I simply cease to be). It almost kind of excites me, to quote Peter Pan: "To die will be an awfully big adventure". That being said, I still want to get the most out of my time as me because for all I know its the only chance I'll get.