/lit/ - Literature

Death is coming

>>14005318

Not boiling hot, petulant incel rage, but yes I am fucking angry. I have to constantly work myself up into it though, I'm a naturally peaceful person, it doesn't take much for me to find joy in little things like animals and plants, but I feel like I'll betray my love for these simple things if I don't scratch 'til I die. These things are DYING, dude. And for what? Burgerpunk as far as the eye can we, burgerpunk on the moon, burgerpunk on Mars.

Listen: people with families, people like that anon up there who wants to move back to rural Mass, I don't have a problem with that. More power to them. But someone has to do something, right? Why doesn't someone take one for the team?

THE VOID IS INVADING US THROUGH OUR BRAINS

What I'm trying to say is thought is (ultimately) entropic, this will-to-contract, to annihilate distance and contingency wants to eat Eros... as the ocean of joy-bliss-consciousness immediately after the Big Bang cooled, it also differentiated, Eden was an allegory for the universal thaw, the infinite density of God perforating into time and souls and FOMO, the universe is dissipating into the medium in which it banged: space: itself: the Platonic God is in some sense gravity, mass as information = intelligibility = oneness: this is because the Nous is the principle of non-contradiction, the Eye that beholds a nothingness beholding.

Ken Wheeler was right about everything: the techno-scientific estrangement from reality is a DENSIFICATION OF THE SUBJECT: ITS OWN LOGIC INTRUDING ON ITSELF AS THE DETERMINATE REGIME OF THE LOGOS/DEMIURGE: compare Bataille's descriptions of how the stars must have looked to ancient man vs. now: what made the ancients the ancients was the ways they were able to discern their identity with the universe - and by extension the the cycle of birth and death - as coincident with viable aims and aspirations, they believed reality legitimized their ideals precisely because it originated them: in Wheeler's words, there was no distinction between "light" and "illumination": between what light IS and what light /does/, light is CONSUBSTANTIAL with its own process, as the unmanifest is consubstantial with the manifest: Plato was just the first to think a /coincidence/ of essence and process that his detractors illegitimately accuse him of denying: essence is not static, it is EMERGENT: NATURE IS THE BECOMING OF NOETIC SINGULARITIES: the whole point of Schelling's naturphilosophie was an attempted rehabilitation of Plato, who had been "de-physicalized" by Kant and Aristotle: that is, an artificial distinction set up between what a thing is and what it does, now light is not synonymous with illumination, now "illumination" is a predicate of light as the logical, and not the substantial-Platonic, subject: the realism/nominalism debates of the late Scholastic issue raged over this issue: while Scutus, like Eriugena, could accept the present organization of the world as contingent and arbitrary, nevertheless the parts that were organized were still Ideas in the divine Mind: it was not until Descartes, and the suspicion that these Ideas could acquire an autonomy of their own precisely in virtue of their intelligibility alien to God, that the modern subject was born, a harlequin fetus: now wholes surrender to the intelligibility of their parts, the absolute is no longer identified with intellect but with will, what Proclus called the gravest of heresies: the projection of a will-consciousness into the One: a declension of infinity: the ancients knew one thing: THIS IS ALL THERE IS.

The hive is consolidating

The brain is a recursion program. The circle is being closed

Art is the minimization of entropy, the reduction of superfluous time, or else it's just documentary. Soon films will just be their trailers. Tension and release in shorter and shorter intervals, planck time orgasms surfing ADHD diamons, pure O rituals are simple mental alchemy, psychology is a lie. Transmission out.

>>11328420
>you do what you have to do to keep the lights on
O tempora, o mores

>>11144801
Please, I need this

>>10882902
I'm in love with a girl from school but am in a constant state of unknowing and purgatory regarding whether or not she loves me back. One time we interact, it will be great and I'll come away from it happy and loved, but similarly, there are times when I come away feeling melancholy and sad, spending the entire evening in constant unending thought and depression. I don't know what to do: I'm planning to ask her out for the first time in a couple of weeks when we both have some time off. I'm hopeful, as there are more positives than negative in our relationship (touching hair, long glances, constant chit-chat and laughs, etc.), but small things like me always texting first just make it so hard. Like today, for example, I tried to keep talking with her after our lesson and walk back with her, as we have many times before, but it was didn't go so well as she ended up with her friends and I had to awkwardly sidle away from the group.

I know I'm probably being very autistic but I'm not going to publish my diary anytime soon and wanted to get this off my chest. Thanks /lit/.

>>10800156
> A Little Cloud
> Counterparts
> A Painful Case

I swear this book gave me a full-on existential crisis. Thanks Joyce.

>>10803382
I agree, the ending of 'The Dead' is fucking magnificent, as soon as they step into that hotel room until the end is perfection.

>>10757374
What's the point? I'm going to die. The world is going to end. The universe is also likely going to end. Why bother, and how do I get rid of these thoughts?

>>10752802
A painful case actually killed me