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I dreamt this morning of an artwork called: The Opium Rider.

Like dumb cattle, they come looking for nourishment, where the grass is greener, and eventually there is nothing else but bovines from end to end, munching on the vegetation, regurgitating, trying to extract as much energy from it as they can, with their herbivorous peptic systems.
They strip the green fields until all that is left is brown dust; lacking self-control, slaves to their hungers, and guided by their herd psychology of all-inclusivity which has gathered them into a huge herd, they are consuming machines.
Then they look around and declare the field useless, never taking responsibility for its state, and then they walk-off looking for greener pastures to deplete and lay to waste.
And this happens continuously.
One pasture then the next, then another after that - field after field.
They never settle, these bovine wanderers.
They never commit and make a stand, cultivating the earth, and making it their own.
All they do is consume, regurgitate, from their four chambered stomachs, level it all down to mud, and then move on, and on, and on.

How different are the Modern pretenders, using philosophy as a grazing field?
They consume ideas, regurgitating the words, from out of their compartmentalized brains, and then move on, thinking they've absorbed all that could be digested.
Their hunger drives them on, but it is only their satiation they idealize.
How much can they digest?
How much of it is processed right through their system, and dropped off in patties, to nurture the next generation of vegetation?
How much methane they produce these bovines of the mind.
One year they are repeating one famous thinker, the next another, and then another, never committing, never making a stand, never building.
These surface dwellers, these nomads of the spirit only know movement, from here to the next - "progress" they call it.
They are always moving towards greener pastures, always on the forefront of the coming new trend, the new "utopia", lush and full of thick grasses, destined to be reduced to dust, producing nothing more than cow patties and cow flatulence.
And they never take responsibility for any of it.

What, other than an omnivore, could have brought the carnivore's pack mentality, and the herbivore's herd psychology, down to a settlement?
Feeling the hunter's hunger, following the herds along their migration routes from deserts towards green fields, and the herbivore's hunger for the earthly, the deeply rooted, the omnivore could only have felt a little embarrassed about having its behaviour dictated by the needs of lesser creatures, and invented an environment where it could control the herd's appetites and circadian rhythms.

Farming was a compromise between herbivorous appetites, insatiably feeding on shallow fodder, trying to absorb the depth from the surface, requiring constant regurgitation to grind every last bit of the digestible from the epiphanic, the apparent, and carnivorous methods of exploiting the herbivore's patient and inefficient investment in time with a risky harvesting of blood and flesh - condensed energies.
An omnivorous organism could appreciate both tactics.

Retards on ILP...

Big Bang, closest point to a singularity, the absolute order, which is never finalized.
The closest point towards a singular, absolute one, is a duality, which like the Yin/Yang metaphor includes the imperfection within the move towards perfection, or the end.
So chaos is responsible for the creation of existence, as it explodes the near-absolute, ordering, towards increasing entropy, which also is never finalized.
Life only emerges in this linear direction of towards entropy, as a (re)action to entropy, and so life is an ordering.
An echo of the near absolute which was never finalized.
So, God is man's idea(l) and Satan is the one responsible for man's existence.

Absolute order and absolute disorder would be the same end - a static absolute.

Finite and infinite are metaphors referring to this constant expansion of space/time, which is expanding possibility.
So, the universe/reality, which are different words referring to existence, which imbeciles differentiate, is expanding and so the space/time continuum is constantly increasing making it essentially infinite because the end can never be reached - it is falling away.

Concerning increasing space/time, which is really expanding possibilities, means that as the cosmos increases, the possibility of a near-absolute singularity also increases in probability...and so from the dying of one universe the birth of another becomes inevitable, without necessarily meaning that life will emerge in this new Big Bang expansion.  

Order is a decrease in possibility, veering towards absolute order which means absolute singular probability = certainty.
Order is a decrease of possibility, or of time/space, an implosion of existence to a singular point, the absolute one, singularity
Chaos is an increase in possibility, and a decrease in probability, because randomness favours no single possibility.
It settles upon a uniform state of possibility, where no single possibility is more probable than any other. That's what absolute chaos (randomness) means.
Since life is an ordering, which means it is dependent no reducing possibilities, absolute chaos is the end of life; the end of life is an end of willing, of consciousness.

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Knock yourselves out.
VO my arse.
Being thinking itself into Being is another Judeo-Christian version of the same cowardly lie.
God valuing himself into being.

Laws as in Natural Laws are human perceptions of patterns, usually in relation to how humans process and abstract a fluid cosmos - converting the fluctuating into static mental models (things, particles etc.).
The forces of nature are four (strong - weak, gravity, electromagnetism) which are splintered form two, which were splintered form one - as one approaches the near-absolute state of the Big Bang.
This emans that as entropy increases, fragmentation also increases - Moderns call this complexity, and confuse for chaos.
This implies that the four forces will divide into eight, and then sixteen and so on.

Complexity is a byproduct of (inter)activity.
Each pattern (inter)acting with another, will splinter off energies form both, which will settle upon a median state, releasing some energies as free-radicals, or energies losing their pattern - becoming random.
This means that existence itself, defined as dynamic flux, and/or (inter)activity, is what contributes to the fragmentation resulting in complexity, and to the loss of pattern, increasing entropy (chaos - randomness).
All that exists is active (dynamic), it is (inter)active.
Static, inert, non (inter)active, is the very definition of non-existent.

The brain is an ordering organ. It's function is to gather patterns, using the senses, and then integrate them into cohesive mental-models, or abstractions, or noumena.
It does so using evolved, trial and error, methods. Methods which simplify/generalize the fluctuating, reducing it to a thing, by cutting away the dimensions, or the projection of space/time possibilities.

The mental model (abstraction - noumenon) is a representation of the phenomenon that produced it.
The phenomenon (inter)acts with a medium, usually light, or air, which then (inter)acts with the organism's sense organ, which evolved for exactly this reason. The stimulation of the sense organ, is the stimulation of the nervous system, the sense organ is connected to, or, to be more precise, the sense organ is an extension, a part, of the nervous system.
The stimulation, (inter)action, is converted, translated, into bio-energy code, and transmitted via the nervous system to the hub (brain), where it is processed.
Processing involves the integration of all sensual stimulation, received through the sense organs, with stimuli received from internal sources, from organ, cellular, stimulation,s also transmitted to the brain, and then arranged (ordered) using evolved apriori methods, into a noumenon (abstraction, mental model).
The brain's sophistication determines the sophistication of the noumenon.

Because the integration into cohesive models also includes internal sources, one of which are cellular memories (experiences stored as code within the brain, as brain-cell arrangements, the mental model may include varying degrees of internal and external stimulation (data).

Subjectivity involves a dominance of internal sources of data - Objectivity involves a dominance of external (sensual) sources of data.  
Memory can be stored inside the brain, as experience, or outside the brain, as knowledge (books, communal wisdom, popular culture, traditions, rituals, shared collective experiences acquired through "experts, priests, collectively recognized/sanctioned authorities" taught/trained to the organism as second-hand sources of experience.

The noumenon is constantly reaffirmed by juxtaposing it to the ongoing influx of data - the conscious stream - if it closes itself off from the sensual data, preferring to reaffirm the data by juxtaposing it to the second-hand experiences/knowledge, it was given, via other minds - noumnon transmitted to brain as noumenon.
This is the difference between first-hand, and second-hand experiences, the latter also called knowledge.  
In a mind to mind transmission of noumenon, the motive of the transmitting source is to be evaluated, whereas in a direct reaffirmation of noumenon with noumenon acquired directly from phenomenon, the only thing to be evaluated is the mind's and the sense organ's health.
The last is called empiricism.

Using this first-hand, sensual method, the noumenon is constantly juxtaposed with the ongoing noetic constructs, validating the continuity, and adjusting to the discrepancies, the divergence (changes).
When direct sensual contact with a phenomenon is impossible, the mind deduces its essence through its effects upon environment, or upon otherness.
This follows the same method of using a medium, a proxy, for instance light bouncing off a phenomenon, a tree, and then stimulating the sense organ, in this case the eye.
In this case light, acts as a medium, a proxy, which intervenes, between observer and observed.  
the light's (inter)action with tree, alters it, which in turn affects how it (inter)acts with eye. The data is then interpreted, using apriori methods, as color, shape etc.
Ergo, the phenomenon is interpreted into noumenon, which is more or less sophisticated, and/or accurate.
All error affects only the interpreter, not the interpreted. It is the brain's inability to accurately perceive, which decides the fate of the organism, if it is not protected form its own errors - caused wither due to a disease, a genetic limit, or a circumstantial hindrance.
If the organism is protected from its own errors, its own weakness, it propagates the factors that resulted in the error, resulting in a decrease in fitness, passed on to the next generation.  

The noumenon is a static representation of a fluctuating phenomenon (the existent is always interacting, always dynamic, always altering in relation to otherness).
One noumenon gives way to the next, in a perpetual stream of consciousness, determined by the organism's metabolic rates, or its cellular systolic/diastolic speeds.
Language, words, refer to this noumenon.

If the words have no reference outside human minds, then the abstractions are considered pure noumenon, or abstractions derived from internal sources, or from second-hand sources.
As such these noumena can be complete fabrications, or combinations of noumena, in ways that correspond to nothing in the world.
These fabrications can become collective, passed on through training/education, becoming social constructs with no natural reference points.
Such abstractions cease the moment the collective ceases to exist, or becomes extinct, because they are pure noetic artifices, dependent on minds to persist.  
The Nihilistic meme, is a collection of noetic artifices constructed by inverting the perceived, or by taking the abstractions (noumena) and the words representing them, literally, rather as figuratively, or as representations, interpretations.  
Such memes cease to exist when all the minds infected by it die out, because they have no, or little, references points outside human brains, or they do not refer directly to phenomena, the apparent, but back to noumena, and/or second-hand data.
This is why such memes are obsessed with numerical popularity.
Increasing the numbers infected with the nihilistic artifice ensures that the meme will persist - this is how a virus works.
Although it is killing the organism it is infecting, it cannot help but remain true to its own code and multiply. The "logic" being that there will always be a new body to infect, by adapting, adjusting itself to that new body.
A Nihilistic meme morphs, continuously.  
In the case of the one infecting Indo-Euroepan man currently, it begins as Judaism, in the west, then morphs into Islam/Christianity, and then these morph into Shiite, Sunni strains, and the multiplicity of Christian sects.
This Christian amalgamation of strains then morphs into Marxism, Socialism, Anarchism, and then evolves into Humanism, Liberalism, Trashumanism...
Each shift adapting to the circumstances, so as to remain viral.
cosmopolitanism, in this case, means viral.
Also called New World Order, and Globalization.

Its main method is the stripping of the organism's organ meaning. sexual organs, anus, brain, all change meaning, are given new functions, or allowed to be given any function the individual decides is best for him/her - this is the essence of Modern individuality.
Freedom form past/nature being the choice to give one's own organs any function.

The immediate effect is fragmentation. Each individual loses all identity relating to a inheritance, a heritage, and becomes a unit of "Me".
A "me" is easily manipulated, compared to a "we".
Nihilism is a method of internal control - mass mental manipulation, exploiting basic human psychology, which is then denied importance.

Family structures decline, or are reinvented into meaningless psychosomatic hedonistic unities, with no reproductive significance.
Free-radicals are released into the oblivion of social disillusionment - lost boys, primarily, seeking fathers, and sometimes even mothers, to compensate for the absent, or the sickly ones; lost girls, wanting to become boys, or exploiting their sexuality to be appreciated - total decadence, prostituting self to validate ego.
Collective autism increases - the individual specializing, becoming genius, in one field, and remaining oblivious, obtuse, incompetent, in all others. This increases co-dependencies, one expert reliant on the other, all oblivious to the bigger picture, completely dedicated, focused, to their labour, their specialty, and keeping up to date with its techniques/technologies.

Loss of identity, or past/nature, also leaves minds in limbo, seeking something to give them identity.
this is where they become easily exploited, and directed, using trends, political, social, manipulation, through entertainment, peer pressure, internet, pop-culture, mass media etc.
The loss of identity is essentially a loss of the father figure - now degraded, shamed, emasculated.
The individuals of "me" now turn to institutions to find their ideals, their directions, their goals, their sense of self - their self-esteem.

With no past/nature to find patterns within, the mind settles for shallow, fabricated institutionalized patterns, which can be manufactured and used to direct the masses as needed.
The loss of past/nature, as a foundation, is a loss of an anchor.
The ship is left to the tides, and the winds.

With no blood-ties, or too few to matter, the individual settles for superficial, socioeconomic acquaintances, networking buddies, a conglomerate of shallow "me", with no depth, no substance, no ego...only pride.
The shallowness is their "individuality", their "freedom" to invent themselves, as if they are virgin-born, clean slates, divine "me's", each a god in his own personal universe, answerable to none, shameless, undignified, wearing flimsy masks and shiny trinkets to hide the hollow interior - jaded cynicism their arrogance, regretting nothing, because for all that ails them others are to blame - culture of victims.
They change their minds as they change their clothing; image adjusting to the new conditions created for them; fashionable metrosexuals, divas, on the pasarela of what is most current.

Mind-Flatulence etiquette.

Proper etiquette demands the tolerance of an other's stench, if not the total loss of the sense of smell.
Under the illusion that "my shit don't stink", the "civilized" one can hear the release of gas, does not comment on its smell, and learns to enjoy the pungent sting, as if the very air was being fertilized with ideas.
The eyes cannot appreciate the passing of gas, and the nose is to be trained to atrophy to a mere cosmetic organ, perhaps a resting place for glasses, therefore the only sense allowed to appreciate the passing of gas, is the sense of hearing - mind farting will become a musical art form, in the "ear of the beholder".
Tonal variations intricate sonar fluctuations, will be analyzed for hidden messages - the dryness or wetness of the sound will be discussed for ages, each stench carrying the remnants of last night's meal will indicate the health and variety of the individuals diet, and his digestive system's efficiency.
A few tears produced by the odours acidity can be blamed on emotion.

Opinions, are like assholes, everybody has one, and must use it, and be appreciated for using it.

Satyr wrote:

Mind-Flatulence etiquette.

Proper etiquette demands the tolerance of an other's stench, if not the total loss of the sense of smell.
Under the illusion that "my shit don't stink", the "civilized" one can hear the release of gas, does not comment on its smell, and learns to enjoy the pungent sting, as if the very air was being fertilized with ideas.
The eyes cannot appreciate the passing of gas, and the nose is to be trained to atrophy to a mere cosmetic organ, perhaps a resting place for glasses, therefore the only sense allowed to appreciate the passing of gas, is the sense of hearing - mind farting will become a musical art form, in the "ear of the beholder".
Tonal variations intricate sonar fluctuations, will be analyzed for hidden messages - the dryness or wetness of the sound will be discussed for ages, each stench carrying the remnants of last night's meal will indicate the health and variety of the individuals diet, and his digestive system's efficiency.
A few tears produced by the odours acidity can be blamed on emotion.

Opinions, are like assholes, everybody has one, and must use it, and be appreciated for using it.

The last word on farts, shit and opinions.

When a Nihilist, modern, senses exposure, (s)he falls back on humor.
It is his escape of last resort.

Cynicism works in congruence with this american attitude of endless bullshit, bragging, trash talking, and then joking.
Nothing they say can ever be used against them - can ever define them.
They are always joking, except when they are not.

How do the stupid escape seeing themselves, avoid being publicly humiliated, or so they believe?
They are always joking, and when they are not they are saying nothing.

It's the same paradox the chimpazee uses, but also specimens of american decay such as shit-Stain, Turd, LaughnigMan, Zoot etc.:
To not be an objectivist, using his definitions, you must not believe your own opinions are superior, and you must never present them as such....but if you don't then it is implied that they are superior, and that you hold them to be better.

So goes for the average Modern idiot:
I only speak my mind when the other does not think I am being serious. When he does then I correct him, laughing, about how serious he has taken me.

The "laughing", real or implied, is the stress relief of a successful escape.
I will reveal myself, to other, only if other is up to the level my weakness demands - if not I am always hidden, particularly when I do expose myself....because whatever the other sees I can laugh away - skepticism is a good defense.
Always imply and then can called on it, deny...and what does that leave you with?
The reaction itself.
The Modern Nihilist revels in creating a stir, causing a (re)action, having an immediate effect.
Even the retard can find joy in causing the one he finds incomprehensible to (re)act to him - to see him.
We see here the focus on the effect - the pleasure of the effect, or the effect of the pleasure.

Immediacy is the only thing that matters.
The dollars in the hand, that cabinet they made, that reaction they caused...shallowness as the ultimate virtue.
Anything that requires a timescale beyond their particular shallowness is irrelevant.
The mind, psychology, of a manimal....an animals so well-trained, so capable of functioning within modern social systems, that it believes it is more than just that.

Satyr wrote:

When a Nihilist, modern, senses exposure, (s)he falls back on humor.
It is his escape of last resort.

Cynicism works in congruence with this american attitude of endless bullshit, bragging, trash talking, and then joking.
Nothing they say can ever be used against them - can ever define them.
They are always joking, except when they are not.

How do the stupid escape seeing themselves, avoid being publicly humiliated, or so they believe?
They are always joking, and when they are not they are saying nothing.

It's the same paradox the chimpazee uses, but also specimens of american decay such as shit-Stain, Turd, LaughnigMan, Zoot etc.:
To not be an objectivist, using his definitions, you must not believe your own opinions are superior, and you must never present them as such....but if you don't then it is implied that they are superior, and that you hold them to be better.

So goes for the average Modern idiot:
I only speak my mind when the other does not think I am being serious. When he does then I correct him, laughing, about how serious he has taken me.

The "laughing", real or implied, is the stress relief of a successful escape.
I will reveal myself, to other, only if other is up to the level my weakness demands - if not I am always hidden, particularly when I do expose myself....because whatever the other sees I can laugh away - skepticism is a good defense.
Always imply and then can called on it, deny...and what does that leave you with?
The reaction itself.
The Modern Nihilist revels in creating a stir, causing a (re)action, having an immediate effect.
Even the retard can find joy in causing the one he finds incomprehensible to (re)act to him - to see him.
We see here the focus on the effect - the pleasure of the effect, or the effect of the pleasure.

Immediacy is the only thing that matters.
The dollars in the hand, that cabinet they made, that reaction they caused...shallowness as the ultimate virtue.
Anything that requires a timescale beyond their particular shallowness is irrelevant.
The mind, psychology, of a manimal....an animals so well-trained, so capable of functioning within modern social systems, that it believes it is more than just that.

Seriously though, what is the story with Lyssa?

I am curious about the "gaps" in her posting here. She can disappear for days at a time. Since you once pointed out that she is not even "human", I am wondering if, in fact, she may well be just an "invention" of yours.

Alas, she is one of the few Kids here I am able [on occasion] to coax down to earth. And I figure that, if I can nudge anyone into jumping ship here, it might be her.

No, really. All jokes aside.

Poor Ollie...so easy to manipulate by the simplest of ploys.
One master to another.

Impressionable....scared. His pretense of intellectualism is a front for a trembling, desperate, spirit.

Who, but he, and his kind, would redefine Nietzsche as a Semite cosmopolitan?

camus666 wrote:

Seriously though, what is the story with Lyssa?

I am curious about the "gaps" in her posting here. She can disappear for days at a time.

Separation anxiety so soon?

What matters Her Business to you, creep?

Hrodeberto wrote:

camus666 wrote:

Seriously though, what is the story with Lyssa?

I am curious about the "gaps" in her posting here. She can disappear for days at a time.

Separation anxiety so soon?

What matters Her Business to you, creep?

Irony: "the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect."

Hope that helped.

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See?

The specimen is completely clueless.

[You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] what the specimen thinks I mean by "noumenon".
Is it not the complete opposite of what I am saying?
A bum, only harbours envy, and has to find relief.
In its haste, it reveals how desperate it is, and  what a simple mind it has.
Simple mind with simple needs, expressing itself in simple ways.  

I could write ten thousand more words, in dozens of new threads, repeating the same things, and these turds will never get it because of their needs, their emotional baggage, guiding their motives.
They do not want to understand what I am saying, they want to belittle it, because they covet, and they envy what they cannot have.

So far I've been "thumped", "mauled", "destroyed", "raped", "owned" by so many retards from ILP that I've lost count.
have they actually challenged a single one of my positions?
Have they understood a single one of my positions?
No....they simply assault Satyr, not even realizing the simple fact of his enjoyment in their need.
look how many threads they have up on ILP about Satyr, Lys and KTS.

They are making it difficult for me to remain humble, and kind.

Here...

Bum wrote:

If you want a good example of this in action, go to KT and read Satyr's posts. Every other word out of his mouth is noumenal this and noumenal that. What he is doing, albeit unknowingly because of his confusion, is setting up a false dichotomy in which the term noumenal means what is real and concrete, [1] while all other aspects of knowledge are abstractions of and from this noumenal world. Then he proceeds to describe what he believes is incorrect thinking as a kind of preposition of the noumenal, i.e., belief in God is an attempt to establish the noumenal, which he then equivocates as the notion of permanence [2], 'the one', as he always says, which doesn't really exist.

I use "noumenon" to indicate the "concrete"?
I claim there is such a thing as "permanence"?
The "one"?

What happened to my "phenomenon"?
The apparent, the real, the (inter)active, that which is being interpreted, simplified/generalized as noumenon (abstraction)?

Ha!!!!
What a dumb clown.

One more fuckin' time....for all the clowns, the retards, the desperate, morons, out there....

Noumenon = Abstraction, interpretation, simplification/generalization of the fluctuating, the (inter)active, the dynamic, the real, the apparent.
Noumenon is the static representation of the fluid, the changing.

Νους = mind.
Of the mind.

Phenomenon = The apparent, the sensually perceived, the dynamic, fluctuating, that which appears and is present, is presence.
Φαινομενον = the apparent, that which appears.

No absolute, no one, no ideal, no static, no whole, so singularity, no indivisible particle, no thing.

The idea(l) has been explained a thousand, fuckin' times.
Even I am getting tired of repeating it.  

Idea(l) = projection of the noumenon in space/time, as possibility.
But no two idea(l)s are created equal because no two minds are equal, and no two minds construct their noumena by using external stimuli....most, as in nihilists, construct their noumena, their mental models, their abstractions, by recombining noumena, in ways that refer to nothing outside their thick skulls.

Therefore, objectivity is a measure of the dominance of stimuli gathered from external sources, as in from phenomena, to construct the interpretation, the simplification/generalization, the noumenon.
The less the noumenon (abstraction, mental model) is a product of external stimuli the less objective it is, and consequently its projected idea(l)s become nonsensical, delusional, pure fantasy.

I use noumenon because it is aesthetically harmonious to the word phenomenon....see?
I could have sued, as I still do sometimes, abstraction, or mental model, or simplified/generalized representation.

Numbers/Words are all symbols referring back to the brain's noumena, which are more or less a product of phenomena.
In Nihilism the abstractions, the noumena, are dominated by only noumena referring to nothing outside the skull....in other words mental models which are the inversion of the perceived, or recombination of abstractions in ways that are nonsensical, referring to nothing outside the brain, and so are pure noumena, pure abstractions, pure noetic artifices.

How a boy aches when he recalls his mommy being divorced by daddy.
How he projects his ache upon the other who stands-in for daddy.

How this ache follows the boy around, in failure after failure to commit, to take the risk.
How such a boy would seek validation in building things, for daddy to appreciate; for daddy to admire and say "I'm proud of you son"
How he searches for those words of appreciation, of admiration; for that look in the eye, when he drops his pants.

camus666 wrote:

Hrodeberto wrote:

camus666 wrote:

Seriously though, what is the story with Lyssa?

I am curious about the "gaps" in her posting here. She can disappear for days at a time.

Separation anxiety so soon?

What matters Her Business to you, creep?

Irony: "the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect."

Hope that helped.

Nice try, woman.

Poor confused, boy, is trying to rescue his ego, and conceal how confused he is, by giving out homework to adults who know better than to play with children.
Behold the one who would "maul" me!!
HA!


Noumenon = nous, of the mind.
Phenomenon = the apparent, that which appears.

The brain is a phenomenon. It is apparent, it can be perceived, it exists.
The brain is a tool for perceiving, for discriminating, for simplifying/generalizing, abstracting, interpreting, converting the fluctuating dynamic into static mental models - noumena...
The brain converts the stimuli, into bio-energy, and then reconstructs it as mental model (abstraction, noumenon).
The noumenon is a representation of the phenomenon, via a medium - usually light.

Nihilistic buffoons confuse the abstraction, the nouemnon, for the real, for that which is apparent; confuses the representation for the phenomenon itself.

This sets up the possibility of confusing pure noumena, with no reference outside the brain, for phenomena.
In fact, Nihilists, or moderns,. being cowards and imbeciles, like MM and Fixed, and most on ILP, prefer their noetic constructs to phenomena, because noetic constructs detached from phenomena are malleable, easily changed and recombined....fantasy.

Platonic Ideal, you idiot, is a human construct.
It is what still infects the minds of Jews, and Christians, in the form of a numbers (1, and its negation 0), as objective morality (absolute good/bad), as words (something/nothing, positive/negative), in the halfwit's ValueOntology, in the idea of God/Satan.

It is taking literally the figurative, confusing the abstraction, the mental model, the symbol, the representation - do you follow imbecile? - the NOUMENON!!!, for the apparent, the phenomenon, the dynamic.
The interpretation is taken as literally being the interpreted.

Not that the abstraction is not useful, and valuable...but how useful and valuable it is is dependent on how many reference points to the apparent it maintains; how much sensual stimuli are participating in its construction, you idiotic retard.
Both noumenon and phenomenon are real, in that they are dynamic, (inter)active...and thanks for the advice on how to write, I'll give it the respect and consideration I give all of your views, and mind-farts.
The noumenon, for instance, appears as mental (inter)activity, if you use the appropriate tools, the appropriate techniques/technologies to uncover them, to expose them, to reveal them, to un-conceal them.
But the noumenon is not that which is represented - the noumenon and the phenomenon must coincide in degree.
Therefore we are more or less objective, not absolutely so...nor are we all equally subjective either.
MORE....LESS
Follow dimwit?

Now go off and jerk-off.  
Spill that inferior seed of yours.
Make it worth no more than a feeling, a sensation, an orgasmic spasm.

I leave you where you have always belonged.
Stay confused manchild....stay hungry.
Cast all responsibility upon the other....be a good Christian.

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Right there you have the entirety of his psychology - his psychograph.
He wants you to see...he needs all to see....he is exposing himself every day, every moment - he is dropping his pants, and dangling his secret self in your face.....wanting you to look, to become wide-eyed with amazement, to be impressed.

The eternal victim of wrongly being accused; the hater of his ancestry (it explains his modern mind); their "idiocy" is his inheritance - when they die the money will wash it away, will correct it, will compensate for it; he built a home for daddy - a latent desire for a "normal" family life; he was sent away, as a child, when his nature began to manifest, when the hormones, that were to plague him for a lifetime, began to take control...those hormones seeping into those cracks in his spirit, widening them, turning them into gaping wounds....need pouring out.

The other is the target with daddy's face - he kills daddy, punishes him for his indiscretions, his mistakes, his indifference - he dreams the other suffering, as daddy ought to; identifying with labour is his attempt to find validation, acknowledgement, his cynical dismissals, his continuous rejections, are his retribution - he only values self now, the only thing reliable, the only thing innocent, clean, blameless (no regrets); he begs for help with taunts - he screams "Help me!!!" by first getting in your face, forcing you to see him, as his parents never did - to pay attention to him.
Daddy's violence, in the police officer's face, in the supermarket guy who gave him that scornful look, in that supervisor who tried to take advantage of his situation, in the judges gavel, smashing into his soul, in Satyr who recalls, re-members - reassembles the remnants of his lost youth - what he reconstructs with tools.

Shock is his only method now.
The wide eyes of the girl, so fuckin amazing, for him - such a turn-on.
To shock & awe them, to impress them as he could never impress them.

He's always winning, always coming up on-top, always rising to the top, despite the world victimizing him, wrongly accusing him.
Like they wrongly sent him to that place for disturbed kids, they now send him to jail.
He is reliving his childhood, trying to find his way to an alternative, cynically rejecting it when an opportunity comes up, when it demands risk and investment - commitment, loyalty, persistence, responsibility - he is responsible for nothing.
He will build and live in a tree-house, like he once dreamed of doing as a child - up there, above it all, free, in limbo.

His "philosophies" are not his own.
He adopts them, follows this teacher then that - then moves on to another.
Looking for daddy in so many minds. Each one disappointing him, as his biological one did.

He is not to be held accountable for their mistakes....he simply regurgitates, he innocently repeats.
He builds to sell, then denies fluidity - the world is founded on an absolute thing, a fabric, a concreteness.
He throws this idea upon the other, like accusations, wanting them to give him justifications, reasons to believe it - salvation is coming, it is immanent, it is certain...if only he can believe it.

If only.

Poor Natalie, desperate to leave an abusive home, to find a replacement father....someone better than her own, someone better than the men mother brought home.
So, desperate she escaped with a bum, a broken spirit, a lost boy, living on the streets.
Was willing to live in poverty...anything to get away and stay away from that mother of hers - and get back at that father of hers.
She found a broken man, a still immature man, she found Brian.
He rejected her.
He rejects everything, before it rejects him.
Not good mother material...but she wanted to prove him wrong and she got married and had a kid soon after - begged to find a sugar-daddy, any daddy, a provider, to replace what she had lost...no not Brian, but her biological father.

Possible in theory, and possible as fact, is the same as saying subjective/objective.
it is man's challenge to assess, evaluate, what is probable, as fact, and not as theory.

To bring the theoretical probable closer to the pragmatically probable is to become more objective.
It means that emotion, self-interest, delusion, are not corrupting your evaluations, and you are seeing clearly. your imagination not fantasy, but rooted in past/nature, where the collection of patterns has resulted in a noumenon that can be successfully projected.

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The "creative genius" with nothing to offer as evidence of it, has left us with a mind-fart, to enjoy his scent....
I make long posts for this bum....the narcissism of that statement is only overshadowed by the earlier declaration of creative genius, and how a "panel of philosophers", real ones, I presume, would choose him...
In a theoretical scenario his real life fades and is replaced by brilliant imagery.
He is chosen, in his fantasies...selected, preferred, acknowledged.
If only he were not so indifferent to it all.

Back to ignoring the pathetic creature.
It has offered us all that it could give us, or has ever given us....once more it has stripped down and shown us its little clit.
Now, let it imagine us wide-eyed and in shock....

Ta, Ta,

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See?

The specimen is completely clueless.

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Is it not the complete opposite of what I am saying?
A bum, only harbours envy, and has to find relief.
In its haste, it reveals how desperate it is, and  what a simple mind it has.
Simple mind with simple needs, expressing itself in simple ways.  

I could write ten thousand more words, in dozens of new threads, repeating the same things, and these turds will never get it because of their needs, their emotional baggage, guiding their motives.
They do not want to understand what I am saying, they want to belittle it, because they covet, and they envy what they cannot have.

So far I've been "thumped", "mauled", "destroyed", "raped", "owned" by so many retards from ILP that I've lost count.
have they actually challenged a single one of my positions?
Have they understood a single one of my positions?
No....they simply assault Satyr, not even realizing the simple fact of his enjoyment in their need.
look how many threads they have up on ILP about Satyr, Lys and KTS.

They are making it difficult for me to remain humble, and kind.

Here...

Bum wrote:

If you want a good example of this in action, go to KT and read Satyr's posts. Every other word out of his mouth is noumenal this and noumenal that. What he is doing, albeit unknowingly because of his confusion, is setting up a false dichotomy in which the term noumenal means what is real and concrete, [1] while all other aspects of knowledge are abstractions of and from this noumenal world. Then he proceeds to describe what he believes is incorrect thinking as a kind of preposition of the noumenal, i.e., belief in God is an attempt to establish the noumenal, which he then equivocates as the notion of permanence [2], 'the one', as he always says, which doesn't really exist.

I use "noumenon" to indicate the "concrete"?
I claim there is such a thing as "permanence"?
The "one"?

What happened to my "phenomenon"?
The apparent, the real, the (inter)active, that which is being interpreted, simplified/generalized as noumenon (abstraction)?

Ha!!!!
What a dumb clown.

The more hysterical you sound [and this is a beaut!] the more you magnify what is now flagrantly obvious: that you have been exposed for what you are: a ponderous pedant.

Words ever piling up on top of more words still. Words ever defining and defending each other. A preening display of "erudition".

Meanwhile down here in the real world the words that matter -- the words that count -- are always considerably less, shall we say, academic?

Down here you are hapless.

iambig wrote:

Meanwhile down here in the real world the words that matter -- the words that count -- are always considerably less, shall we say, academic?

The words which matter, lol.
You are a bible thumper through and through.
A progressive, aka less self-aware, bible thumper.
As the world becomes less sheltering, your potential sheep can no longer afford to listen to your soothing poison.

Difference between carnivore and herbivore, is the delicacy of the digestive system.
for the grass eater, the one who discovers world through proxies, through the graceful vegetation of letters forming words, grasses forming meadows, the taste of meat is disgusting, disturbing, and when it does taste of it it is usually its own placenta, its own nails, its own hair....devouring itself.
It remulchifies what has grown on rolling grasslands or in thickets, growing wild....or it can be directed into enclosures and cultivated lands, by omnivorous farmers wanting their own pound of flesh.

The meat eater knows of the surgeon's scalpel, of its teeth crushing bone, tearing into flesh.
It has no patience for the scribe's delicate touch, its dull, soft, gaze.
The surgical meat eater knows that without blood there can be no progress, when time is a factor.

A "monster" it would appear to the delicate heart of the patient regurgitator.

Only the omnivore can understand them both.

What have we become, we Modern "thinkers" but docile, herbivores, with large multiple stomachs that cannot stomach flesh and blood?
What have we become, directed by our anxiety, but ground feeders, grazing on fields opened and seeded by clever omnivores - proxies between grass eaters and flesh eaters?

How can you become what you've never been, what it is not inside of you to emerge.
You may imitate, and pretend, but be?
Your digestive system decided your taste, and what nutrients you can digest, and at what speed you can process and include them into your organization.
The length and delicacy of your peptic system, has determined your tastes.

And this is relevant to the "forums" thread...how?

Poor Brian....he believes Natalie only spoke to him about her intimate things....and that mother married straight after she divorced daddy.
Poor Brian, he has a limited understanding of "abuse".
He only knows it as physical. He cannot comprehend how what is abusive, hard, to one sheltered one, may be nothing to another, more experienced one.

Poor Brian, he could not justify working hard to support Natalie...two paranoid schizophrenics finding each other in the desert of the real, dreaming of escape.
Wasn't she going to catch the coconuts you picked, for some pocket change, in the Caribbean?

Helicopters over her home, CIA, FBI?
Everyone watching her.
Dark spirit visiting her in the night - demons, aliens?

Brian, also, sees enemies everywhere.
All are out to get him.
He keeps them away with his snide dismissals and those famous figures he always sits, not stands, behind.
That judge, that cop, that guard, that guy in the next car, that girl in the store....all watching him...all who should be watching him.
He will make them watch him.

He compensates with self-punishment.
His addiction to interracial porn, as Natalie was present in the next room, indicates a misogyny, directed at his mother.
A "nice ass" right there, one he nurtured - a creative genius in buttocks shaping - because he took care of her, and he jerking-off to Negroes fucking white trash whores....and living it.

To watch these women fornicating with primitive minds, gorillas, horses with large dicks and small brains, with the base, in porn, was necessary for a mind convinced he is not racist; for a humanitarian, a Marxist wanting to save himself by saving humanity.
Cuckolding for a man-child punishing mother....no, not only, but also punishing daddy, by having these apes treat her as he knew she was, in a way that would shame daddy.
And all the while shaming himself.
So innocent he is, and was, and forever will be.
His admitted indiscretions, his failings, are just as self-flattering as his continuous compensating self-adulation.
He loves himself for appearances, as a suggestion to others..."See? this is what I deserve!!!"
But is he not also punishing that waitress who smiled at him, as she handed him his coffee, filling him with desire, and then resentment, because he knew, he knows, she would never go for a bum, like him.
So, he jerked-off his anger, probably leaving a mess in the bathroom....hoping she was the one who would clean it up - smelling him as she wiped him away.
Poor Nat, she would have ran away with anybody....any nice guy, anyone just to take her away from the demons the helicopters, those eyes.
How special did Brian feel when he realized this, when he sensed it?
How he hurt at the sight of her turning on him with such quick ease, as if he had not done so much for her, as if he did not deserve more?

But did he not feel this vengeful heart beating inside of him, when he slept outside, beneath glistening lights, coming form warm homes?
He wanted to see how these people lived and why they deserved what they had, when he had to live like an animal, excluded.
Did he not want to peek inside to see if they were making love, like in the movies, or fucking like animals, like in porn?
Didn't he desire the first, and expect the last?

This anger, this libido, directed towards vengeance, is what still burns him.
he will stand behind nobody.
He will stand beside no one.
He will not stand them, all of them.
He will not stand.
That'll teach them, starting with father, and mother.
And when they die, he will squander a lifetime of saving in a last party, gathering all the leeches and fakes, all the bitter vengeful ones, to his inherited home, and watch it burn.

From a post of mine at ILP. You know, just for the record...

Admittedly, all of this "personal" stuff interests me only to the extent it exposes the sheer complexities of dasein. How "in the world" are we ever able to separate the personal from the political? Let alone separate that from what, using the tools of philosophy, we can know to be true "objectively".

Emotion swirls about in exchanges like this. And that exposes the subjunctive elements of human interaction. Those deep-seated psychological layers [much of it sub-conscious] that only a fool [an objectivist] would ever imagine can be fully grappled with.

Or so it seems to me.

Hrodeberto wrote:

camus666 wrote:

Hrodeberto wrote:

camus666 wrote:

Seriously though, what is the story with Lyssa?

I am curious about the "gaps" in her posting here. She can disappear for days at a time.

Separation anxiety so soon?

What matters Her Business to you, creep?

Irony: "the expression of one's meaning by using language that normally signifies the opposite, typically for humorous or emphatic effect."

Hope that helped.

Nice try,  woman.

He goes on these infantile troll trips, where he calls people and when they respond, he would cite their response as the effect he has on them.

He is the last person who is serious about "exploring" anything; his tyranny was already pre-concluded.

As if, its that hard to pull out a word, any word from a sentence and accuse the other of defining it that way.

As if, one couldn't do this to anybody endlessly.
But this is what he means by "exposing the objectivists"; a tyrant's feminine word-games.

Kneel Maid wrote:

Aw shucks Armie, a love letter from Lyss to you.  Keep it up!   literally.

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You are full of hate, envy, and resentments.

She's an idiot and one of those depraved, mentally sick retarded bimbos whose brain is so high on sex and needing a f--- so urgently (what's always on her mind given her age), she projects it on others, under "lol", and wouldn't hesitate to spy through the keyhole on her own daughter and son-in-law f---ing each other. And then she'd be the one to shame others... shaming others is her signature to expunge her own guilt and cheapness.

As her recent thread shows,

Kneel Maid wrote:

people are playing it safe. Very few dare to be provocative.

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she's a dumb forever-lyssa-obsessed needy li'l bitch looking for some excitement, and that's what Philosophy means to her - just being controversial for controversy's sake. Typical of the ILP flakes who try to censor and regulate any real philosophy from happening. That's where they feel their power... lacking in their real lives. Some provoker who can give her wet dreams... a relief from meditating on jesus under her pillow all night.

This same what's-her-face stupid hypocrite calls there for fearless phil., and then also decries those who actually do so for being evil butchers and calling for their permaban.

Its what I call a rotting bipolar. And if it weren't for her poking Arminius because of my comment, she knows she would be on my ignore list.

And she supposedly a descendant of the "Hastings"... good example she sets of her ancestry. what a Moron.

Ha!!
Imagine a 40 year old man speaking like an infant.
If he didn't tell me he was kicking my ass nobody would know.
It's the type of american trash talk we got used to from shit-Stain.
Declare victory just in case the crowd was not convinced.

What a dull "creative genius".
Wind him up and he drops his undies for all to see exactly what he is.

I think he and the chimp belong together.
Ah bum....I do enjoy playing with you.
But I quickly lose interest.
Remember...It's all subjective.

I now know that a "proper fucking" demands a big, and black, dick.
In prison there was plenty.
I wonder how long it was before he had the courage to enter the prison showers.

Women have been lying to me.
They said size doesn't matter, and I believed them.