/lit/ - Literature

I don't know whether to post it here or just link to it, so I'll post the first half here and you can read the rest in the link. Remember to close your mind chakra before reading it as not to suffer from pure spirituality poisoning.

In a cottage near the sea lived a family of three brothers who shared everything. The oldest brother was a hunter, and is credited with introducing various hunting traps to the Macedonians, and his name was Belaios. The middle brother was a craftsman, the best in the entire region. He made tools and furniture for the brothers, some of which survived for a dozen generations, things such as beds, bows, and beyond. His name was Tecnos. The youngest brother was a sheep herder, a job he picked up after years of tutelage by the local shepards. It took him that long because of his slow mind and deformed left leg, which jutter outwards, akin to some long legged turtle. Due to this he was forced to cut of his right leg at the knee, so that he could stand on both feet, as jumping on a single leg became tiring after many years. He had a custom prosthetic built for him by Tecnos, but even with such a fine work of craftsmanship supporting him, he still shuffled around like some kind of crip, which he was. His name was Vlacos, but his brothers called him Misopod, because of his stub legs. The other villagers just called him ‘Retardo’. So these brothers lived together sharing a bed room, an invention of Tecnos, a room with padding on the bottom made of straw, covered in a thin blanket, acting as a bed to sleep on, much larger than any beds we have today. The only thing the brothers truly own not between each other are the three drinking bowls made by each brother for himself. Tecnos, by virtue of being a great craftsman, has the best bowl of the brothers. It is a shallow and smooth vessel made of lacquered bone, embossed with small gold nuggets the brothers found in a nearby stream. Belaios has a cup made of smaller pieces of wood glued together and wrapped with a gold string, resembling the bottom half of a barrel, with its flat bottom. Vlacos had Tecnos make him a cup of clay in the shape of a funnel, the outside of which was painted with blackened amber. Though a masterwork, it has been damaged greatly by Retardo’s clumsiness. He repeatedly managed to drop it onto the ground while drinking, causing it to develop a small curved crack, running from the very bottom to the edge where a smooth river rock was embedded into it. This causes the bowl to leak whatever fluid is placed within, save for honey, but Vlacos only uses it for water and tea. He has learned to drink quickly while making horrible guttural noises as the water tumbles down his throat, otherwise most of it reaches the ground before his tongue.

LINK: https://medium.com/@zemlya/ancient-makedonian-sage-tale-987500d0a42c

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Plato, Aristotle, i-is that you?

>tfw reading this high

>The triumph over externality which belongs to the Notion if mind, is what we have called the ideality if mind. Every activity of mind is nothing but a distinct mode of reducing what is external to the inwardness which mind itself is, and it is only by this reduction, by this idealization or assimilation, of what is external that it becomes and is mind.

W-what did Hegel mean by this bros?

>Now the metaphysics of Nature, i.e., Nature's essential and distinctive characteristic, is to be the Idea in the form of otherness, and this implies that the being of Nature is essentially ideality, or that, as only relative, Nature is essentially related to the First.

W-what did Hegel mean by this?

>when hegel clicks