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In accordance with the perfection of their intellect, an immortal being in the Platonic/Aristotelian scheme is immune to simulacra. They could never be fooled into mistaking pixels for the real thing: more broadly, we could say they are immune to fiction(ality): their Real is too robust to fall for the high-res pareidolia involved in the reality we attribute to images: we could say that an Angel can never misapply Kant's transcendental object = x which ends up synthesizing shapes and colors into an audiovisual persona. A minimal misrecognition is always operative in everything Baudrillard talks about: Angels lack a kundabuffer, an organ which inverts the hierarchy between reality and its appearance and which colors the colorless manifold of the fecal meat world: the neotenization of skulls is a correlate of this: the discharge produced by the 'expectations' of a neotenized (image-laden) soul at the moment of death with the actuality of death itself feeds the world-process of Hegel: differentials are the only absolute value in this realm: there exist Angels which are born into aggregates the light despises to commit suicide-by-God: the 'default' pilot of such a body is a demon; they push this demon out to prevent the calamity of its self-project: these are the suicides, blessed by shame and self-loathing, the sarkic (= fecal) Jesus ejected upon the ascension of Christ: is there an object more reviled in this world than the body of a suicide? Who will love it? "The mind is the master."

>> No.21604709

Peace is a horseshoe: against the anasthetic of contentment we compare the hermit: those who don't suffer from a contradiction inside themselves will never know God, which is to say they must know the perfect peace of the world: the earth sleeps through every degradation: I don't want the vulgar buddhist nonchalance, or the Borborite stomach: I want the death that separates the sun-like eye from the sun

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>> No.21607141

The buddha-matrix of medieval Tibet is homologous with the Laruellian One: against the vaguely pomo 'emptiness' of Nagarjuna we distinguish the 'other-emptiness' of primordial wisdom-reality: empty of all phenomena but not empty of itself, a sheer immanent content: the matrixial 'spark' of messianity