/lit/ - Literature

>>11167979
i'm getting a kind of deja vu from that pic, i feel like i've seen some tumblr or something like that that is full of neon haloes.

few things seem to me more 'radical' or 'transgressive' than christianity. i was amazed to find out how many catholics there were on /lit/, i sort of thought everybody had fully digested the derridapill and was Over It. except that it's so much worse than that:
>over it?
>what do you mean, over it?
>how could anybody be over it?
>reeeeeee

and so on. *forgiveness* is this beautiful thing. it's there in hegel, in one of the later parts of the phenomenology, that the capacity for forgiveness marks the appearance of the absolute in the world. but that in turn only comes out of the section on *conviction* and *conscience.* people who believe in nothing can forgive nothing, but people who do believe in something actually have the capacity to understand each other in this way such that forgiveness, rather than punishment, becomes a possibility. my boy girard has put in some serious work on this subject, of what happens when the desire to have the last word escalates all out of proportion. i am 100% convinced that he was right about that.

>our ironic, hipster, disaffected mimetic universes where sincerity is the only sin and everyone says everything to say nothing

that's it. and, of course, you can't say nothing. but to say something is to enter into the infinite labyrinth.

there's kind of a choice made between Suffering and Emptiness. i really like these anime scenes, scenes of just empty rooms, the nirvana at the end of all of this stuff, those weird little moments that i think heidegger kind of helped me to understand.

maybe philosophy is just this kind of backwards journey towards the meaning of silence, where lacan and wittgenstein meet each other. we all have to work in this world and feed some furnace or another. that won't change, and i'm not into Hating On Capitalism. that's a meme and it's a played meme. it's just more about the cost of superabundance. like malcolm gladwell's story about the spaghetti sauce: back when, when you had two choices, you were satisfied. when you have two aisles full of artisan spaghetti sauce, it's your fault for not being satisfied.

but this is life at the tail-end of a gilded and unsustainable age. hellenistic. crazy how things work out.