/lit/ - Literature

Just came to the realization that I'm forcing myself to have fun. My life is a joke.

>Or is the technology we're creating an indirect result of the adaptability we're so good at?

no, now it's the direct its result, or humans are technology's way of becoming its own result

wait for it
capital is sentient

>>11247875
Yes. I mean even Aquinas was a borderline-physicalist, but used that as a base to investigate everything that makes physicalism so untenable on its face - universals, the soul, God.

more often than not a philosophy is just the voicebox of the whole complex of conditions that goes into molding a person. like you're telling me his whole disenchantment with the old world just happened to coincide with the rise of industry? like suddenly the foundations of the universe have shifted cuz human beings have electric lighting? go one light year thatta way and ask the rocks floating through the interstellar void what they thought about kant's transcendental turn.

it's just this endless qualification of the same thing, the same thing it's always been...

some people see void and just void (Heidegger), some people see a little farther (or less? I guess that's the question)

>>11167894
>one pet theory i have is just that it came out of this weird terror at having been given everything, absolutely everything, and having no idea what to do with it all.

yeah the existentialists were right about this with their concept of the inherent anxiety of freedom, you know there was something comforting and altogether conducive to the spirit to have the choices of what you can be determined by your elders from on high, men and women with an innate understanding of human types who could peg you from the start, the same way we peg people left and fuckin' right today in our society and still deny difference and inequality. yeah yeah yeah, everybody's equal but lemme jack off to this Instagram model who embodies ideal femininity while treating every other girl who doesn't as invisible, not worth my time, or just as boring and gray and wingless as the rest of us. it's pathetic.

but then you'll have these clowns betray a kind of pseudo-Platonism trying to tell you what is truly equal is quote unquote the abstract "humanity" in which we all participate in, that has no reality beyond the common virtual identity of its members, and then watch them twist into pretzels trying to convince themselves why appeals to misty abstraction is good for egalitarianism and insipid neoliberal feel-goodisms but not for God and spirit and the universal human dignity we need to raise ourselves out of the muck and this almost demonic drive to flatten and horizontalize everything and anything about the human sphere.

it really is information overload. all this talk about the void of the subject is fucking true, you tear the ground under a nigga's feet and his entire self-concept is gonna get blown to the four corners like a fuckin dandelion, or else desperately try to grab a toehold in the virtual with the "objectivity" of quantified attraction/popularity. people addicted to their hits of digital dopamine.

everyone's just so fucking sad. i hate seeing those profile photos of girls at the mid or low range of attractiveness and that barely disguised woundedness you see in their smiles. it's like honey you don't belong in this shitshow. i don't either. no it's not the case we're misunderstood geniuses who were born in le wrong generation, all we're drawing attention to is a fundamental incompatibility between my type and the process I've been caught up in, and what's going on is that this process is such a way that it is rapidly only becoming compatible with those types that are always-already compatible with it. ill watch a documentary about farmers or peasants or industrial workers or lepers (The House is Black is beautiful if you want despair so raw it makes Camus feel like Blue's Clues) and they're in another universe compared to our ironic, hipster, disaffected mimetic universes where sincerity is the only sin and everyone says everything to say nothing.

>>11160941
>It is one Idea in its totality and in all its individual parts, like one life in a living being, one pulse throbs throughout all its members. All the parts represented in it, and their systematization, emanate from the one Idea; all these particulars are but the mirrors and copies of this one life, and have their actuality only in this unity. Their differences and their various qualities are only the expression of the Idea and the form contained within it. Thus the Idea is the central point, which is also the periphery, the source of light, which in all its expansion does not come without itself, but remains present and immanent within itself. Thus it is both the system of necessity and its own necessity, which also constitutes its freedom.