/lit/ - Literature

[Anonymous No.19698898]

KANT WAS ASKING THE WRONG QUESTION: forget experience: what is the transcendental condition of possibility for suffering? How do we reverse-engineer the archontic manual? We begin with a World: a phenomenality - “horizon of light” - responsible for the distinction between seeing and what is seen: manifestation is not the purchase but precisely the deprivation of a thing's truth: the flattening of goldfish to goldfish crackers, chickens to tendies: (you /can/ go blind from too much masturbation, vision is a leakage, your lens elongate to take in what you cannot have, keratoconus): Zizek has it wrong: as he puts it: it's not that “everything is about sex”, but rather, “sex is about everything”: not even that: sexuality is just another thing in everything: sexuality is debased because it is abased: delimited, decrepit, non-enough: even it is just another phenomenon tessellated into Time as Image, or: Time as the satanic Trivial: that which is the most visible and so the most foul: the world's law being the law of the “appearance of things”: but how do we make sense of this with respect to animals? What determines the “prior-to-priority” of man, that we must be given our side to ask this question? The animal is the matrixial victim, the most ekstatic Life condemned to the hell of the visible, doomed to be seen and never seeing: Genesis 9:3: it is because human beings monopolize the perspectival order that they are creations of evil: it is because the human image plane reduces Life to an edible surface, transparent film, that they are made in the image of Yaldabaoth: which is why the boomer devil is the All-Seeing Eye: the omni-opticon which reduces the World to its own goldfish cracker: the God of Being vs. the God of Life: but reality is born in the heart of Life, not in the World, because the World in its “outside-ness” is always-already the abortion of every possible reality: Christ is the horizonless revelation, in-communicable, whose Passion modelizes the agony that ended a transcendental kalpa: O my Life, you have never hurt me, it's I who have mistreated you: it was not the Father who abandoned Christ on the Cross, IT WAS CHRIST WHO ABANDONED THE FATHER: