/lit/ - Literature

>>11207265
>this. and i don't think there really is a bottom. just the clinamen and Thou Art That.

ay, the swerve and the return, that shatters its floors with every lust for a new one. incidentally, im reminded of michelstaedter's metaphor for a life, a weight infinitely falling, that exists only as the lust of being caught and released, caught and released, because it's true satisfaction would be the cessation of this movement. a desire for extinction that exists only as the movement that defers this extinction. what a goddamn shitshow.

>books kind of make us who we are by gently pulling apart the threads that hold together the personas we are not

this is beautiful. hits right on the nature of mystical praxis, too. a negation that is a clarification. like the light was just too bright for us at first, and we had to Fall to acclimate ourselves to it piecemeal, like suffering is the tear in the curtain: suffering is just what dissolves our bonds to this world and reveals their nullity. pain is unavoidable, but suffering as our resistance to the futility of our libidinal investment in this world is not.

>apropos of nothing, or maybe something: have you read pic rel, anon?

i haven't, ive been resisting my deep dive into deleuze, he still hasn't quite just clicked for me. my go-tos are zizek, hegel, and theology when the going gets rough