/lit/ - Literature

In going from actuality to potentiality, being flows through non-being, out of which emerge dualities of actuality and that which form can become: Dasein as the negation of potentiality, Heidigger’s concepts drowning out-side the sea of rhizomatic actuality. Aquinas warmed us. We are shoals of ideological half-corpses deterritorializing ourselves from the Event, pure breathing derivatives without souls, {Yeatses’ husks without passion, Daimon, thief of the light!) shadows of the übermensch: swim on, fight, rage against the dark! The Leviathan, our egoless cubes alienated into egregore otherness, capitalist technology, virtual hauntologies of retro futuristic culture only absolved by the gravitational space-time rifts of Goethe’s participatory method, Fichte’s post-nous assurance. What remains when substance is reduced to absolute presence, a monsoon without clouds? A topography of the absolute, we experienced it, brothers, 2012, the subtly differentiated vacuum of the Real opened and affirmed by post-Kantian speculative realism, orienting its object over compressing phases of physical bodies, transcendentally void, ownership deracinating and yielding to multiplicity captured by singularity: will Eruigena’s inert God stay cold as the layers that folded out of Him compress flesh and shadow back inside, our ambling rejection the ultimate failure of the experiment of meaning: are we the Leftovers?

See? Anyone can write schizo bullshit. Even though it all carries meaning, there is a reason we don’t express ourselves this way. You’re lost in abstract language OP. Alone with dead forms. Try to communicate your ideas better so people who enjoy discussing them can. Don’t flaunt your phallogos, it makes people upset for no reason. Reality is thought and action, there is nothing more but games.