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Above Strength and Weakness
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ABOVE STRENGTH AND WEAKNESS
The essence of man and the essence of nature; combined they effectuate what will be propounded in this adventure in grasping the nature of wisdom, of a superior awareness. But also, a superior being. The distinction of strength and weakness is an enduring separation of, not powers, but energies and the direction they go. This distinction is of a timelessness that must be captured in essence to be understood. This is the endeavor of wisdom, to move through a procession of light and shadow, tones and hues. What will be meant as “superior” here, is not an ‘authority’ or ‘position over something’ or others, but a separation of oneself in their awareness to grasp truths. A placement in a hierarchy of organic order, is what is meant in this way of being superior; a place among the world shall we say.
The impetus of strength, of wisdom, the highest point, the apex, is indubitably, the objective of the one of wisdom I propose and the objective of this book. The one of wisdom however, is misunderstood for many things, as is this ascension I speak of, of a certain knowledgeable and spiritual kind. One error we must refrain from is idealizing the wise or wisdom. This is a common fallacy. Any idealization is a pretension. What is of concern are the problem of balance, ascending and descending of awareness in its struggle to understand. The ebb and flow of strength is this aboveness of strength and weakness that will constitute these writings. The aboveness is where we seek to be to attain the highest point of consciousness and the practice of it through mind and body. I propose in this exploration a higher acumen to the nature of strength. A point of seeing what it is, that surpasses ideology; a way of detaching ourselves from methodologies or conventional language; a way of standing outside the perceptual perimeter and gazing upon its structure. But this is not rebellion for the sake of self-grandeur. There is no ideology here, no such sacrilege can be had when one chooses to strive seriously towards the essence of being. This is an attempt to communicate the spirit of this highest point of superiority, of wisdom. A pattern will emerge among these writings that constitute a cohesive idea of strength and weakness.
It is regrettably necessary to acknowledge that we are men of learning, a breed of men born into a yolk of ideas that it is our duty to cast off ourselves. The very possibility that there may still exist some life of naturalness in the practice of thinking has been thwarted by the confines of academics and theory. We learners, tend to look out into a land or terrain and see only how we can correlate it with what we know about what that land is objectively. Objectively, we are wise. Objectively, we know ourselves in relation to the wisdom of the self. Objectively, we can climb any mountain and navigate any ocean and find our way through any forest. We have learned to understand wisdom, but not to have it. The endeavor in this work is, all language aside, to understand solitude and silence and Will. It cannot be any simpler than to return to a traditional mode of what drives us, a simple complexity. The age of ideas has become the calamitous room of disruptive voices, circulating words that go nowhere; it is up to us, the wise, to harness them and explode them through the wall as we break out of the room of this learning cacophony, to see the light coming in that will illuminate a greater awareness and a farther destiny.
The nature of wisdom is an amalgamation of strength and weakness, of a shared conflict of intellectual faculties, both good and bad, right and wrong. This is the way to be “above” exactly those dualities, by synthesizing both. We cannot think of it as either pure strength or pure being, or pure knowing, but a hybrid, just as genius is a hybrid of an organic structure of mind, body and spirit. It is a being of motivation towards an ideal, not the ideal itself. The approach to the nature of wisdom, which is the endeavor of this work, concerns how to merge with it as a force and harness it into ourselves. Let us begin with the a priori state, which is the latent condition of being organically fertile for the growth of raw mental stimuli, after that begins the ordering process of the stimuli into paradigms of reasoning, then into structures of epistemology, and then into definitive and subjective concepts representative of objects in reality. The question is what comes after this? We are content once knowledge is acquired, but there is the enduring problem of understanding, which creates such things as introspection, reflection, retrospection, contemplation, spirituality, intuition. These are the anomalies of mind that make up the spirit of wisdom. But such things have always carried with them a mark of irony, because they are propositional notions of a higher consciousness but not empirical objects. We must not concern ourselves with any one of these vagaries, but to harness them into this same amalgamation. We must not be stunted or strapped down by reservations of any kind, but continuously strive to surpass them.
The truest form of wisdom, that I can fathom, is that of using the motivation for transcendence. The desire to reach the ideal is the common motivator, but the motivation itself can be even greater as it is the magnet for the energies needed to strive for that goal. This motivation, this impetus, for the highest awareness, the most superior man, is what must be sought as the ideal. The path to the absolute, is this great power impetus that is the potential for greatness of spirit, of wisdom. We must, as men of learning, adapt to walking this path and overcome our knowledge and use it as coal to feed the fire of this attainment however possible in the face of our strengths and weaknesses. We must harness both strength and weakness and never idealize either. Stronger requires more weakness. Both being harmonious. This path of strength and weakness is the force of change to the highest point of superiority and wisdom. We must not resist weakness, as we should harness it as we would any other force within us. We must not worship strength, as we should preserve it to reach a higher degree of quality. We should never feel we have wisdom until we are dead.
These writings are not random, but follow a pattern of thought, pertaining to a composite understanding, an illustrative sketch of what I endeavor to achieve for the ideas given in the preface. Every aphorism is correlated to the following, and/or the preceding in some way or another, and some are even offshoots of each other with either a clearer view, or a more incisive one. Constructing a cohesive aggregate is my entire aim. Whether I have succeeded or not, only history will tell.
The Path:In the world in between,
After the tide crashes,
There lies the respite of the impact,
Of all civilizations past,
Of all the struggle past,
Into one steady, ever so steady moment of,
Suffering of glory,
Suffering of memory,
Suffering of comfort,
Suffering of Destiny.
The cloak of the owl’s gaze,
The silence of the promise of Gods dancing
In a circle of might and whispers,
A whispering end of death and toil,
Until the moment is long lost,
And the opened eyes,
Peer back into the chaos of purpose.
The basis of wisdom is melancholy and solitude, not by choice but by the nature of its means, which is the treachery of truth.
It is a grave folly of the wise, to misplace his attention. To look at one part, is to ignore another. He should be processing all parts, no matter if his attention is upon them.
The mind should never be condensed into a mere dichotomy of objectivity/subjectivity. The temperamental manifestations of this interconnectivity, should as well, very seriously be considered the strength or weakness of objects to their subjects.
When one becomes more conscious of the pattern of the masses to misconceive, one places further importance upon truthful verisimilitude; thus, he makes himself a beacon for the wandering artist to find a safe haven.
A sight that is too receptive will further make its abstract center denser until it implodes.
When one lives to belong instead of to become, then any belief is only a practical means to be without any belief at all.
All minds go through a state of in between empiricism where they sift through stimuli to produce an ordered objective. Being trapped in between the initiative and the change, is the unconsciousness of nihilism reacting to the consciousness of its comforting idealism.
When power falls into the hands of the simple man, he leaves it on a mantel to be admired and idealized, when power falls into the hands of a wise man, he uses it to dominate everything.
Aloofness is only effective when it is connected to indifference.
The one who hates ego, hates exactly that which prompts him to say it.
Wearing the sheep’s skin, for those with the inability to surpass their own unconscious natures, means that they will never know when or how to take it off.
Weakness has a festering power to become discontent.
What is out of balance will be exaggerated to compensate for its diminished degree; all that is praised as an ultimate good, is what has become corrupted or destroyed. Modern society is a wasteland of heavenly goods.
“If such there be, yet grant me this at least:
Man differs more from man, than man from beast.”- John Wilmot. There is no higher intellect which can eliminate the nobility of impulse.
Risk-taking is the drive to affirm the value of principles.
The art of letting go, of walking away, of accepting loss, of feeling the last fleeting moments of what will never again be yours, of watching it fade into a memory, of seeing its sorrowful face glean its last teardrop, of weeping at the emptiness…such magnificently beautiful life.
The masculine radiance is not threatening, nor insulting, nor mocking, nor tyrannical, nor frightening, it is human, all too human.
Absurdism is that awareness of nature of hopeless humor with that slight tinge of hope.
Two parts of Will: Savagery and calmness. Genius is a synthesis of both.
The most insidious and sophisticated way to poison Man’s spirit is to render him guilty.
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Love is a form of barbarism.
The new age man makes himself a God of wisdom, by proclaiming truth is not absolute, thus freeing himself from having wisdom.
The morality of the modern hedonist is his mindless slavery to the illusory nobility of work in capitalism; his redeeming asceticism.
Indifference attracts derision.
Freedom is impossible, but free-flowing.
The tradition of individualism, is the tradition of jaded oblivion.
Weakness determines greater degrees of strength. To most moderns, strength means to be without any weakness at all. They fear weakness, as they fear themselves and their own humanity. They are convinced of a suspended indomitability.
Pain is the file upon which wisdom is sharpened.
Rationalism is reason’s crude doppelganger.
When such things as profanity, crudity, lewdness lose their shock value, thus society has already lost its own.
A small, simple grievance can be the difference between a total collapse and a gradual adaptation.
If we understand that to be detached from human affairs is an act of observatory practice than we can see how this affects the collective mindset that bases itself on constant reciprocation of a shared identity.
Firstly, genuine strength lies, not in passivity, but in the self-recognition that requires no constant need to be exercised due to the reason that its quality depends not on validation from those of others but of the awareness of the presence of strength in oneself, in its active idleness.
Secondly, pretentious strength comes from a lacking of power from predetermined skill sets and must find its worth or elevation through a mutual exchange or inclusive/collective valuation, which give it strength.
The problem with indifference is its encouragement of power in the weak.
Instabilities of strength are the fluctuations of weakness.
Potential is inert without impetus. Even a fool has potential.
Falling under the power of another, is merely the fixation on an aspiring ideal.
The truly inventive soul draws from the meaninglessness of existence, the humor of nature.
Social dependence is a false manifestation of one’s power in others.
Let not reason become a plague in your life.
Descartes Cogito is a Priori starting point of self-valuation to self-projection to self-identification. Subjects are the abstractions of the objects the self identifies with, to a greater or lesser degree. However, the precision of this degree is dependent upon the awareness and its foundation on memory. To say there ‘is and isn’t a self’ is stagnate and accomplishes nothing more than reinforcing an existential conundrum that keeps one in mental limbo.
The challenge is to surpass one point of comparison to reach another, more sophisticated point where selfness establishes a deeper connection to the world giving the subject a relationship to its object that goes beyond mere juxtaposition as a reference. This is the challenge of the Overman.
Those simple minds with superiority complexes, will always humble themselves before truth and act as its indisputable messengers.
Humanizing genius is to weaken it.
Truth is truth and a voice of reason can come in many forms, some lucid and others more bizarre, but undeniable either way.
The one who uses the piety of his cause to bring about the ultimate destruction of it, is a sophisticated madman.
The last bastion of spirituality left in modernity, is to become irrational.
Animals work relentlessly, tirelessly to survive; thus, man should walk in stride with his fellow lower species and work relentlessly, tirelessly, to conquer.
A Dostoevskian disposition is the most pleasant suffering a man can hope to endure. Only in this tormenting yet passionate state can he realize he is a stranger to the world and his era, and thus a greater awareness of his own weakness is reached.
Modern man longs for reason, but not its consequences.
The subversion of strength is humbleness.
“He who attains his Ideal, by that very fact, transcends it”. –Nietzsche
Man must overcome the idea of Man.
Genius is neither Dionysian nor Apollonian, but the timelessness of suffering. Genius has no connection to Godhood, because it is not the singularity, it is the passing over it.
Genius is seeing the morbid allure of madness while keeping it at bay.
Modern women are only a bad performance of femininity.
Internalizing strength is unwittingly reverting it back to weakness.
Shame retains dignity, guilt demeans it.
The progressive mind, rejoices in change, not as a force of nature, but as an antidote to themselves.
To what degree a man allows himself to be occupied with sex, determines the success or failure of himself.
Most self-destructive people are doing nothing besides being distracted.
A main avenue the modern soul takes to avenge its lack of passion and identity upon the world, is to love it to death.
The man who hates and is hated, is one who enjoys the pursuit of meaning in society.
Every interaction carries with it a subtle extinguishment of oneself. Solitude is the only hope to quell the loss of oneself; and to choose how to die every day.
The test of Genius is how accurate it becomes in sync with time. How well it orders its chaos of strength.
Artistry, the ability to intellectually order the fluctuations of patterns in reality into a creatively infused force, is the impetus of genius; without an imaginative versatility of mind, genius succumbs to the madness of immutable absolution.
We are our own pallbearers; we are our own light in our own darkness.
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|Subject: Re: Above Strength and Weakness Mon Jan 13, 2020 5:56 pm|| |
Intellectuality=passive, subtle, feminine.
Visceral/sensual=active, conflictual, masculine.
The one who is most vociferous about possessing strength is the one who lacks it most. Beware, as those who lack power the most will be the cleverest in ostentatious piety or ostentatiousness.
The idea of ‘God’ hijacks reason through ideas such as “Good” “Evil”, “Equality”.
Most are afraid of those special pair of eyes who can see a small detail as a connection to the whole of who they are.
Feigning the reluctance to talk about oneself is a clever tactic to transfer the burden of that vain indulgence to the other in the form of an obliged conversational politeness, while exuding an air of humbleness.
Self-deprecation following the acceptance of a compliment is the ultimate form of self-flattery.
The passions are not the enemy of reason, but its wellspring of power one should draw from wisely.
The myth of Sisyphus comes only, as Camus teaches, in that impossibly short, yet blessed moment when the boulder escapes the grasp of Sisyphus and tumbles down the slope, cruelly and temporarily releasing Man from his suffering and allowing him to ponder, ever fleetingly, the clarity of his own purpose and the vacuity of it, before he, again, resumes his fruitless struggle. The momentary window of revelation of one’s essence can be that pitiful or beautiful luminescence of a glimpse into greatness.
“Everyone speaks well of his heart, and no one dares to speak well of his mind”. --La Rochefoucauld
One should have principles, just as a tree has roots.
The teacher-student relationship happens as an occurrence of nature. The beta wolves are no more aware of themselves submitting to the alpha than the student is from learning from the teacher, or the follower from following the leader.
Men can ever hope to achieve any worthy degree of greatness of himself if he truly believes his abilities or creations, and no one else’s, are the greatest.
Most mistake passion for distress, or irrationality. One should express oneself forcefully and with vigor, like Mercutio, or hot-blooded and furious like Doc Holliday as he makes of his dying body as brutally honest a weapon as he can against all the murdering pretension, or as Dostoevsky’s Mitya, embracing his own weakness for vice with a marked rationale, joyful in joylessness. Even the dramatic inebriation of Alcibiades, opining against Socrates, carried with it a purpose of Will, despite its sympathetic undertone. The pursuit of the ideal lay in all actions, and harnessing it in reason, means ejecting it through passion.
It is a rare occurrence indeed when one dares to consider that everything they have ever learned is wrong.
Being honorable lay first in honor to oneself, as being worthy of having honor.
When one finds that they observe others more so as animals than people, one has been gifted with a sight of sensibility whether they are aware of it or not.
The beguiling wonder of nature is rooted in its simplicity. One can arrive at glorious forms of self-awareness merely by allowing their attention and thoughts to be immersed in some single natural object; the swaying of a tree, the scurrying of a small creature, or even the immobile position of a rock. Thoreau describes a lake as an eye of the earth, glistening and emanating life while remaining still and steady, peaceful. In the active, yet collected stirring of nature, we find the simplicity of our thoughts reflected in its eyes. The turmoil of ourselves finds a resting place to regroup into that solace that opens up the doors to the very nature of our thoughts that seem to be congruent with the undulations of the earth. The thoughts of the earth speaking back to us, and the still, clarity of its thoughts echoing the truth of our own.
The hierarchical essence of existence lay in the very raw fact that strength succeeds weakness. The elimination of hierarchy results not in the elimination of hierarchy at all, but only the inversion/subversion of it creating a ghastly world of disorder, also known as “modernity”.
The weakness of men of power is ennui, while the power of men of weakness is rapacity.
Be vigilant of the unsavory person who attempts to oblige you to respect them.
Being relaxed and receptive in conversation indicates a balanced temperament of graceful intelligence. The one who constantly interrupts during conversation is truly a form of individual on par with the lowest dregs of society.
The only time an idiot can be tolerated, is if he himself is acceptable of his own idiocy and has a genuine kind of unpretentiousness to compliment it.
There is a kind of Dionysian-stoicism to the great man who becomes self-destructive. The rapture of giving oneself over to the chaos of existence; wisdom in chaos.
It is when self-destruction becomes not merely a justified pleasure or need, but a principle, that makes it distinctly a form of self-destruction of the wise or superior. The wise man is conscious of why he self-destructs in vice and thus transmutes the meaninglessness of it by infusing it with virtue which he reasons to be a corollary to his superiority.
“The most refined folly is begotten by the most refined wisdom” -La Rochefoucauld.
The melancholy/nihilism of the quality of strength and its inevitable demise inspires the self-destruction of the superior man. He is a man who has ironically become a self-loather of his own power, that perhaps it will never reach the ideal dominion he longs for and his self-destruction is the temporary respite that comforts this intuited injustice.
Modernity is like a super-cooperative ant colony but with the absence of a queen.
Existence is naturally based on exploitation. One will find a great deal of peace when they accept that every action comes with a cost-benefit element, a goal or a desire for reward and that nothing is free from the demands of one’s own personal economy. This is how love becomes truly strong; success, truly productive.
The preachers of utopian equality only love to be its preachers.
The commonality that leadership shares with group mentality is the suppression of individual thought for the sake of an inclusive consensus, a level of mindlessness. They merely attribute to it a philosophical method.
If one is able to sincerely appreciate the idea of suffering and that everything inevitably comes with some small or large cost of suffering, they will be increasingly less annoyed by life in general. This is the essence of the pessimistic temperament.
The only way to manage one’s sanity in group social situations is to know where the escape routes are.
What meditation is to the monk, indifference is to the superior.
Grand power is like a cloud burst of consistent pouring rain, while mediocre power alternates between bursts of rain, to trickles, to passive lolling.
Old age and youth share a fragility of spirit. Old age only becomes tragic when one acquiesces to the same desperation of superficial validation or attention from the fickleness of others, which dominated their youth.
How strong was the seemingly devout ascetic man who swooned so easily from the whims a woman?
This is the battle cry of the oppressed: that the burden of human weakness, given its innateness in all, by default, proves equality and their right to power or uniqueness. The idiocy of said argument, if it were true, their alleged strength by default of this rationale, should be sufficient enough where they wouldn’t have to even make contentions of entitlement or rights!
The honorable man is inextricably linked to his spiritual predisposition of duty. Regardless of what hardship befalls him, or what deplorable or painful circumstance he is subjected to, if there is no other choice but to endure, he will endure. This is the melancholy of being loyal to duty. It is adaptability, acceptance and honor without reason. The blind willingness to endure is the nature of honor.
Most men are meant for survival, some for participation, some for exploitation, some for skill, but the ones who enrich and revolutionize all the world around them, they are meant for Destiny.
The man of action, is the instinct of genius.
The natural state of truth is suffering. Happiness is the absence of truth.
Cynicism is the best defense against being wrong.
The last resort of an idiotic person, is to rationalize the endless pattern of exposures of their idiocy, into misunderstood superiority.
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|Subject: Re: Above Strength and Weakness Mon Jan 13, 2020 5:59 pm|| |
Strength is a continuity; weakness a stagnation.
Science for the modern must be free of his nature. It must be anti-human, a separate consciousness; a ghost. By making it divine does he find redemption in his inferiority.
Every woman has a chastity complex. The inherent drive to protect herself, to safeguard her womb, is transmitted into consciousness and becomes shallow self-absorption and vanity, distinct to her nature.
When one is inclined to use woman as a metaphor, one has appropriately placed her in her rightful place and grasped to some extent, the uniqueness of her nature.
To endure the unendurable, is to harness the power of the inevitability of mortality.
To overcome something is not to reject it, but to stow it and integrate it into one’s constitution.
A good friend is one who leaves you alone, yet always remains around.
Woman’s existential discontent with her sexuality is her nihilism.
The modern Socratic epigram is: knowing everything, by knowing nothing.
It is always the war with ourselves that becomes the projection of the war against the world. The world displaces our self, that is the war.
Anyone with an earnest aversion to solitude can never be capable of reaching any caliber of a formidable thinker.
You can feel it in your bones, the days that carry the saturations of blood from a war that has been fought as a blaze of glory with more than one weapon but it is not the smites that injure the spirit but the lingering throbbing of pain that presses down on you; And then…time.
It is the unspoken truths of reality which float around, lingering amongst the masses while they carefully maneuver around them at all times. These truths lay dormant waiting to be galvanized by that one thinker who smells the blood of honesty in the air.
Personal beliefs and truth are two colors that when combined will result in a clear or murky appearance.
Those beneath us, we should not use for our validation, for we already have validated ourselves. The intelligence of the universe is social. Accordingly, it has made the inferior things for the sake of the superior, and it has fitted the superior to one another—Marcus Aurelius
Those who channel their passion, aggression and daemonic energies into a clear purpose, are simply higher beings actualizing natural drives.
The modern’s obsession with happiness is a desperate distraction from nihilism.
The mind has its relationship to the hierarchy of the world, that is to say, to the part of the world without reason. Those who can see it, and those who cannot. This is its revelation of itself.
Man can only hope to reach the apex of himself by expelling his energies into the highest stratosphere of expression; a looking beyond; A Wagnerian expression in all its refulgence of uncertainty and reason.
This is why passion is so disturbing to moderns: it is the feminine of reason, its mirth, its unfettered riskiness into the unknowable. This is Nietzsche’s overcast of Dionysian Pessimism, choking the life out of modern man and culture, with life.
The solitary man is never disconnected from the world, his solitude is merely the peaceful home with the door shut, while loneliness is the door that hangs ajar.
Individuality, is the principled pettiness of the self.
Modern society’s materializing the idea of the “Good”, took it out of philosophy and into madness.
Woman-hating, is Man hopelessly enslaved to his own sexuality.
Acceptance of nature is yet one of the many hues of intuitive intelligence, denial is the ironically very intelligent one.
The desecration of genius is its imprisonment not into science, or reason, or logic, or even faith, but into priesthood, into priestliness, a conniving faith of absolution; of resolve.
The only freedom for the modern is the denial of the self, their beloved Blank Slate. The modern’s power is based on knowing everything and understanding nothing.
The best killer is the artist with just a touch of the scientist.
Beauty in modern culture is like a paintbrush in the hands of an inferior artist, only ugly and disturbing renderings can be had.
The Crows gather before their dead, what Crow will you be in your wake of dead? What Crow will I be when I gather before you?
Why do some men obsess over the ideals of those particular greats, for lifetimes on end? The highest honor, would be to strive to attain their very souls, to come as close as possible to the nature of their messages that lie far beyond the innuendo, but derive from within their hearts, their desires and innermost thoughts; their essence. Many may understand a great mind, but few will ever possess it.
There is the love of self who searches for eyes, and one which is content with their own.
Good people love a great man they can spit on if they need to.
The nihilistic rejection or distaste for existence manifests in the need for solutions.
The feminine mystique is for innuendo, for seduction, for pretension. The masculine mystique is for quietly quaking the earth.
Melancholy is nature attempting to speak to us.
The awareness that one is living in a primitive era, is when anything is shunned which does not lead to some form of either progress or acquisition.
It is the dissolution of imagination that leads to the stunted perspective. To be stuck only in the tangibility of things is partially seeing and partially being blind.
Darkness should be a reconnoiter of the soul, but never its sojourn.
A culture of mockery, cynicism, flippancy; is a culture of cowardice to face seriously its own inferiority.
A man hates, more than loves, a woman who offers herself to him easily. He hates, more than loves, a woman who makes him chase her. The irony is the bounty of her is congruent.
The madness of nihilism becomes personified in intense psychological ambivalence; the emptiness of the spirit, thrashing against the confines of its dark walls.
It is the desperate faith of something in us, or outside us that is a part of spiritual anatomy, which cannot be denied, as nature cannot be denied. The negation of the spirit, of the simple small tendencies, the proclivities, the affinities, will ultimately declare, “what are you saying, if you say enough?!”
I say, take a moment to rejoice in the majesty of the great tales, and hymns and myths and ideas of your era, as they are the sorrowful memories that will be no more; rejoice in the resounding completion of their ends, of the cessation of their fleeting brilliance, because you have just understood a glimmer of a rare part of the world that most only notice in passing. You have been given a touch of the real!
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|Subject: Re: Above Strength and Weakness Mon Jan 13, 2020 6:05 pm|| |
We should look upon Evola’s “Differentiated Man”, as not the ideal, but the critical starting point to rekindle an awareness of a higher destiny. The destiny of the natural presence of the past; of the natural course of all things.
Most want only to tear an empire down, because they lack the talent to build one. Those who build empires, protect them with might, because they have the power to tear them down.
Preservers of superior culture, are the great successors of their animal instincts.
One should become, in a sense, mathematical in approaching an idea, in that only its potential, its quantifiable reach into the qualifiable should be pursued.
Simplicity is endowed with certain complexity. This complexity gives it a sensual character to the refined eye; just as a competent painter is able to detect the intricate hues from a solid color.
What we see in animals is a connection with our creativity.
About love: its wisest use, is to be preserved, never given.
The village idiot is a profoundly greater threat than anyone realizes, because he is not treated as one.
Those who are the most ardent chastisers of power, desire it the most.
Never take for granted what you invest yourself into; existence is exploitative, and any given part of yourself, no matter how small, is always used for the benefit of something or someone.
The absolution of the ideal of life (omniscience/ omnipotence) is interchangeable with the ideal of the denial of life (nihilism) in that they both aim to resolve the conflict of need. Both presuppose an end; the nihilistic direction is more spiritual and cultural, while the life-affirmative, is more ancient.
This sheds greater light on Nietzsche’s negative paradigm toward stoicism and the “ascetic ideal”.
Man is born for war, war against others, against nations, against ideas, against himself. In domesticated environments, he simply finds ways to spill blood through socialized rules of conduct and pretension.
One should always pour themselves into everything they do. A gesture, a creation, an utterance, a mode of work. Life is expendable; therefore, allow its full force to overflow into everything.
For women, a man’s charming cleverness is his most alluring quality, for men it is a woman’s guise of innocence. The contradistinction is both qualities retain their powerful allure from being natural pretenses. Truth has no alluring qualities.
The feminine can only either embrace completely itself or learn to hate or deny itself.
The disgruntled desire to replace one form of existence, assumed to be oppressive, with another, assumed to be just, is to show how hopelessly dependent one is on the need to be controlled by one or the other.
Romanticism is a longing to rekindle a lost connection to our nature, whether for good or ill.
A high caliber of intellectual depth, is expressed in the mythological tendency. Nietzsche’s Zarathustra, Lovecraft’s Chuthulu, Blake’s Red Dragon. Intellectual transcendence is the highest exertion of the Will.
A wise civilized man should always be ready to become violent.
For some, that which they lack, they will either overcompensate for it or preach and proclaim to the world that they have it. The desperation to show the world what they are not.
One who is persecuted as being the oppressor of a “victim” is an indirect admission that they are superior.
Feminine chaos is such a performance of need.
The individual, after all the doubt, insecurity and intellectual toil; maps out his identity and will inevitably rest on either a belief in God or nature.
An obvious mark of an inferior mind is when it longs for absolution or an end to knowing.
Altruism is a blemish of narcissism.
Conviction is a powerful promise of truth.
A selfless act is a self-destructive one.
Politics is good for one thing: exposing the truer pretension, beneath the less true one.
Compassion is a way of honoring the hesitation before the smite.
To grasp humor is also to commune with nature. There is no more of a pitiful person than one who cannot grasp humor.
Ambiguity is that clever shroud worn by those who wish to appear meaningful.
Nature always has the last word.
No leader can lead without stripping individual awareness of their acolytes and themselves.
It is quite fundamentally in man’s organic expendability, that he excels.
There is a difference between knowledge and intelligence.
Genius is not intelligence, but a form of intelligence.
One must set an ideal as insurmountable/unattainable (as it is) to have a determining standard of superiority.
There is no other path to strength than to embrace and harness weakness.
Moderns do not fear what they do not understand. They want what they do not understand. Fear is all they know.
Pleasure leaves the body wanting and lacking; thus, pleasure is a derivative of pain.
Being precise is important. It is the future attempt to mitigate loss of life and death.
The Philosopher is a symbiosis of an artist and a scientist.
Imagination is simply a gate that awaits to be opened to the vast terrain that leads beyond ideals.
This is the tragicomedy of modernity: Godhood without power.
When one is consumed by what it means to think humanly, it cannot reach any further height of truth or understanding.
An inferior nature can always be exposed when they are given all the power in the world.
There is only Pagan, Hyperborean; of the Norse mythos. “White” minimalizes Europeanism into a modern vagary of grievance no less! It denigrates it into an inferiority of inflicted justification.
A telltale sign of a stunted mind is when it loses the etymology of ideas.
If you invest too much of yourself in others, you lose identity of yourself.
The male and female nihilisms, manifest in their prescriptive natures; the dominant attributes being the most oppressive. Woman against her sex, man against his ego.
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Nihilism is the ideological manifestation of primal nature. Hence its allure.
Politics is philosophy’s abomination.
The modern only embraces philosophy as a concession. To him, it is like a petty law he chooses to be tolerant of for the sake of civility, while internally he despises and mocks it.
The true philosopher is not present. He is nowhere to be seen or heard from.
There are two types of intelligent men: the man who is humble in his gifts, and the man who actively uses his gifts to advance himself to boundless power.
To be part of society is to be part of a custom. It demands nothing more than pretention.
Entrusting your opinions to your own judgment, is the only real path to some semblance of power. At the very least, you are more aware than most.
Delve into the darkness of your nature. What makes a man dangerous is his ability to give everything to something.
The question is not who can see the furthest, the deepest or the grandest. The question is do you?
It is intellectually respectable to leave oneself at the whims of chaos. When you begin doing it for its own sake, is when you become chaos.
Principles are what tame reason and imagination does not free it but releases it.
A female’s dainty and sensual playfulness is the heroism of her nature.
Every man should be a civilized savage.
You always must be ready to give up everything for something greater and suffer for everything.
You can be of greatness that rumbles and fades away or that scorches the earth into a timeless scar.
There is no one idea that exists to account for everything or even most things. It is the pattern of one string of ideas that extends indefinitely but contains links which strengthen its connection with every new awareness.
Strength for the weak is like a taut band that breaks under too great of tension. Not strength against them, but of their own momentary capacity for it. They have no stomach for it.
Strength can be just as stagnate as weakness, and weakness, just as resilient as strength. There is strength, and there is to be strong. The weak can be strong and those with strength can be just as weak but immovable. The difference is purpose.
There are ordered and disordered forms of intelligence. The stability of the objective the intellectual pursuit is directed toward, determines its quality and its longevity. Anyone can know, some can be smart, but only a few can see.
Do you think someone is worthwhile because they have common sense? What is common sense? It is the learned acumens of a collective mindset based on simple mores of conduct and rudimentary values. It is an ability for biological recognition of needs and etiquettes. Therefore, any child can be intelligent in this respect. A mark of intelligence is not having intelligence, but only being swayed by it, periodically.
The “mad genius”, is the soul we think of as a point of order in chaos, like a tempestuous star held strong by a center of gravity. Common sense? Let that be the cosmic matter traveling and landing on anything. If an objective is absent from intelligence, then it remains in the unstable throes of infancy. A superior mind that is too dependent on its physiology is this kind of chaotic intellect. A mind surrendering to the wiles of its strengths; to its feminine dance. As where one that absorbs physical chemistry into an act of thinking is the mind that will absorb all else that is around it until it becomes too strong to move at all.
You are alive and therefore in control of all that you are.
The focused unpredictability of the Will is the power of Will.
Taking the fundamental nature of an idea or a cause to its logical conclusion is a nobility of commitment. Even in madness, there is a logic. One should have the courage to carry the weight of something until it destroys or elevates them. What matters most, if it should, is bringing the meaning of such a thing--whether reason is a part of it or not--to fruition. Or at the very least, stay out of the way of the moving storm so that it may do its business of razing some earth to the ground. Or, express some mad admiration for that which has the ambition to fulfill its purpose however beautiful or ugly. Nothing is about what pleases us.
Finding a single trait of strength in something is no reason to sanctify it.
Being in a position of power while reinforcing the same ideas and beliefs of the simple masses, doesn’t make you an elite, it makes you another mass fool wearing a pearl necklace.
There is, at times of chance, an inadvertent falling out of hierarchy, which one should seize upon to achieve something grand.
A man of greatness is not a man of mind, but of being.
There is an intrinsic power of duty, that when followed, elevates the spirit.
Invincibility lies in death. There is nothing more evoking of fear in others, and empowering, than one who is devotedly ready, always, to die.
Genius lacks functionality and survivalism.
Most who learn do not know how to learn, and most who have learned do not understand what they have learned.
Infinity is a degeneration, not an ascension.
Every breath we expel, every word we utter, every laugh we make and every action we take, is a desperate aversion of death.
Distinguish yourself from the inferiority of the mediocre. There is no shame in this. There is, however, only the tragedy that you may be gravely mistaken.
Primitiveness is not a reversion to nature, but being imprisoned by it.
Seriousness is an expression of reason. One who takes themselves serious more often, finds themselves, at the very least, looking around.
A culture that lives only for ideas and idealism, denies biology, denies its history, denies nature, denies life and reality.
Those thinkers, whose ideas are subject to be summarized into a category of thought processes, are stagnate. It is the ones, whose ideas are so nuanced they remain in a timeless state of flux, continuously altering the colors of the sky, and deepening the panorama of what is already there to be seen.
Idiots are the most honest people.
The irony of modern individualism is that it acts not as a purge of nature’s competition, but as its impetus.
If one is wise, they will take the knowledge of the inevitability of their death profoundly seriously. It is these spirits who are capable, in this approach, of the strictest forms of discipline and asceticism to ascend to an apex of their will, because the certainty of death offers a well of infinite power to draw from that is based on its finite point of direction.
Comprehension does not always indicate intelligence.
The sheltered mind will always believe there is no war happening because they see no blood being spilled.
The weak should be left to build their Utopias, so that the strong may conquer them.
The madness of genius: A lens that is too fine may crack.
Americanism is a sick form of asceticism.
The elderly and the infant states. Two poles based on the same predisposition with dynamical differences, but natural conditions of death and weakness. Both are trapped; trapped within the same paradigm of impossibility.
Wisdom is the joy of dying.
Food is not for gluttony, but for nourishment, drink is not for inebriation but for hydration, ideas are not for proof, but for thinking.
Genius is based on patterns of expressions of power, and how often that pattern repeats itself; it is a splash in the water with the waves being either soft and subtle or disruptive and erratic.
The human spirit is a boiling cauldron of need and expression. Modern environments reduce this boiling point to a low simmer and overtime making the contents unnatural. Thus, when a high boiling point is reached, what overflows is a contamination that is ugly or freakish.
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The academic’s relationship with philosophy is one of childish fascination. He has no real understanding of what it is but feels and intuits its essence. He becomes seduced and enamored with its charms and then excitedly runs back to his fellow brethren of academics to tell them what he experienced with the same fervor and learned enthusiasm that he was taught.
Personalizing philosophy is a sign of a dull mediocre mind.
Reading great thinkers can either inspire you to create, or confound you.
The desire in man to heighten his ideals into transcendentalism, is the natural expression of Will; its gravitation into morality is the instinct of idealism finding its palatable resting place.
Analytic philosophy, was the grievous inception of decadent philosophy. Answers and solutions, became the thoughts and ideas.
A higher destiny cannot be achieved without a force of surrender.
Wise men who seek out the company of other supposed wise men, lack confidence in their wisdom. Wise men who dislike the company of other wise men know they are wise and need no validation from such men and what is left would only be the vexation of the casual conversation.
Those who consistently claim to have suffered more than others, are the most contemptible and stupidest moral tyrants around.
Dostoevsky spoke of the highest point of awareness one can reach during his epileptic seizures. He spoke of these episodes as a kind of “luminescence of profound knowledge”. The lesson is that truth is dependent on our ability to see it, as Goethe says: “Nature hides God, but not from everyone!”
Those who believe their oratorical skills or ability to verbally articulate with ease and sophistication is a form of intelligence, are clueless to the fact that like education, it is merely acquired and learned ability based on a primitive instinct: language. Their efficiency of language reverts them back to a subordinate primal state of mindless hive cooperation, making them the lowest animal on the totem.
Solitude is natural ego.
Every artist should not fear being modern but being modernized.
Pretense can only conceal so much before nature clarifies. Never pay attention to what people say but what draws their attention in moments or what piques their immediate interest.
Simple minds give themselves away by how ardently they must argue something down to every last detail, because they are incapable of grasping the whole parts.
The noble warrior spirit in philosophy is recognizing preoccupations like envy and covetousness, as the deficiencies of wisdom.
Peter the Great’s half-sister attempted to usurp his throne with indolent self-indulgent pursuit of power, having ample time while he was in adolescence to do it and yet, could not find a way to secure a lasting throne before he came along, ousting her with little effort and going on to revolutionize everything. A sword must be wielded, lest it be left to gather dust outside its sheath.
One can demonstrate strength by luck or by talent. It is wise not to confuse the two.
A layman’s belief in God are matters of fear; a philosopher’s belief in God, matters of Power.
The Wanderer is the archetype of the philosopher’s psychology that must be explored by every man pursuing truth.
Feminine chaos is a swirling cloud of stinging bees, Man’s reason is the repellant cloak that allows him to walk through the cloud, unharmed, and reach the other side of quiet clarity.
Be aware of how you evolve, it could be too rapid or too listless, either way, change inevitably ambushes you into an immediate awakening of power.
The songs of heroes are sung softly in high treetops, beckoning only the ones with the ears to hear them.
Nietzsche was the genius of teaching us to overcome him.
Savagery, war and violence are the building blocks of civilization, which few are willing to use.
The owl keeps itself detached from its prey, perched on high terrain, peering down, observing every motion, catching every movement. It does not need to be near its prey to know what it is, where it is, or how to kill it.
Captivation must follow disillusion, in order for wisdom to germinate.
Most great men are venerated posthumously, because once their egos have expired, there remains no threat to resist and their Will is easier to submit to, when it can now be made into one’s own.
One becomes a true slave when they reach a point of conscious servitude.
The timeless challenge of philosophy is not to run away with its relativistic charms and wiles. The woman must be tamed.
Women are both afraid and enamored by Man’s nature. Feminism cultivates the fear.
A refined and sophisticated civil veneer can be used as a license for mindless hedonism.
Passions should be exercised like physical fitness underneath sheltered environments. One should revere the nobility of being enraged at indignities, even at the cost of sagacious temperance.
The exclusionary nature of wisdom has to do not so much with aristocracy, as with preventing a limb from being chopped off by mediocrity.
What purpose is there to conflict if it does not resolve itself in immolation? A man who fights another man with the intention and Will to kill or be killed, fulfills the purpose of his existence greater than the one who intends to opt out when it becomes too bloody. The embrace of death is the affirmation of life; a spiritual insemination.
Mockery and cynicism are the feminine traits of superiority. Therefore, moderns master these traits to become superiorly inferior.
The awareness that human life is a farce is the dreadful curse of wisdom.
The legacy of great philosophers is to build as many paths to the truth as possible. The legacy of even greater ones is to build one.
The marker of any worthwhile man is one who perceives everything in hierarchical terms.
The noble man finds such things as “friend” “brother” “love” to be special rarities, which is why he never has them.
Those with childlike intelligence will become jubilant when they spontaneously reach an insightful realization about something, as where one who is more intellectually gifted will be unflappable as these realizations occur to them constantly.
When too many cheap products are produced you amass more garbage than usable products. In an idealistic age, it is the excess of their delusional refuse.
Modernity has only ever been able to distinguish itself by “rationalism”, not ‘reason’. There is no reason for its basis in being rational.
Politics to a philosopher is like the sun. If he is fixated on it for too long he will become blinded.
Statistical knowledge is about manipulation and control of reality. This is why moderns are so enamored with it, they confuse control for power, knowledge for intelligence and facts for original thoughts.
In modernity, knowledge is sold and commodified, and wisdom is kept in a museum.
It is easier to look at one’s reflection in a mirror than in solitude.
The philosopher should always think of himself as a conduit for wisdom but never its proprietor.
Masculine isolation is only proper for the benefit of wisdom, not civilization.
Moderns exalt life so obsessively because death would qualify the standard of how they lived. Life is the reprieve for them, not from the fear of death, but of its profound truth.
Nihilism is Pandora’s box for the philosopher.
Technological progress is not about usurping man’s human nature, but of enslaving him to it.
A clever idea or person positing an aspect of convincing focused logic while being tainted with illusions is like a mirage, the initial sight of it is tantalizing, until you come to your senses.
Moderns do not do philosophy, they use it.
The modern spiritual impoverishment of work, subverted the predisposed penchant of the nobility of work.
The idea of Greatness has become one of skill, which is why so few have it. That it is treated as a fleeting fascination, is why so few strive for it.
Idiots have a spirit of ownership.
Average people retreat back to the home of a group when they have visited themselves enough.
All battles, all wars, are waged inside ourselves. The world is the indifferent spectator.
There is a proclivity of sensual abandonment to power for both the strong and the weak. The mightiest of all are those who stymie this force that affects them both.
Moderns are murderous savages. They will murder you not only with stupidity, but with intelligence. Not only with hate but with compassion.
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The ones who appoint themselves to be a voice of reason for a people and culture, express a latent need to become men of action, not reason.
The wisdom of moderns amounts to how many times they can get away with being right.
The genius of woman is her joyous embrace, not domination, of the masculine. When she allows its force to guide her, to not resist, she becomes a paragon of beauty.
The purpose of wisdom is to create patterns that lead to ever clearer patterns and not to become enamored by any one corollary within the pattern, mistaking it for a solution, or an absolute.
The ennui of the superior man comes from the throne of solitude coupled with the loneliness of the creative soul.
The nature of stupidity is extroverted and boisterous, while the nature of cowardice is reticent, lurking. Together they make such creatures as the sophist, the revolutionary or the careerist.
Just like physical exercise stresses the body to become strong, the acquirement of knowledge must enable the mind to become wise.
An overactive self-awareness is a mark of an overactive intelligence.
A test of one’s perception upon studying other thinkers, is to discern how reflective their words are to their thoughts, and their thoughts to their natures.
Life, for the modern is something that is around enough, like a comforting convenience, to convince them it cannot be taken away, and when it does, they become shocked that death still exists.
The coward exposes himself from the depth of his doubt.
Truth cannot be taught, only understood.
The power of Genius can be a pole of magnetism; in Vermeer’s ability to see so much exquisite detail of passing existence in a little room by a window. As if he needed not traverse any land to see its immensity.
Most of man’s problems arise from his denial of himself.
The Heroic soul is simply the solitary who decides to act with purpose.
The warrior should not immediately take the world as something to be conquered, rather, watch patiently until the world shows him how.
Part of the genius of the philosopher is merely to appreciate.
The force of nature presses against all, forcing them against their will, to succeed or fail.
The debilitating symptom of deeming oneself an “individual” is stupidly imprisoning oneself in their limitations. As if one would do nothing but master how to satiate their hunger.
The stupidity of moderns, is their confidence in doing something because they see someone else doing it, like imbecilic children imitating their betters, they will rashly attempt their hand only to hurt themselves.
Modernity has mastered the art of exploitation of the moral instinct, by making it artificial.
The nature of the fool is always mistaking luck for power.
A term, word, or idea of divinity is one that makes itself, self-evidently impervious to judgment while posturing as ancient or sacred.
One should view truth as a lone bird that glides seamlessly on a stable current of wind.
The damage a stupid act does to an idiot, pales in magnitude to the damage it does to the wise man
The posterity of modernity is proclaiming its culture without building it.
The process of a culture’s decent from decline to decadence to degeneration. First come the nurturing environment (absence of conflict), next the germination of mollycoddled ideas, finally the heroic monuments erected for those who fought lived and died for nothing.
The coward is useful in that, one can always count on them to know when to scurry away from something stronger that lurks.
The modern workplace is a grotesque theater where people put on costumes of power.
One should think about how many times in a day they have spoken, if it was too numerous to remember, then they have no memory of themselves either.
One should not interfere with truth anymore than with a wild animal in its natural environment. Idealizing truth is caging the animal and domesticating it.
Let us take a prideful thrill in choosing our adversaries, the way Nietzsche chose his in Wagner. One of the most superior ascents to the pinnacle of suffering is to relish the honorable return of power that a worthy enemy awards us by their overabundance.
A fool will believe that the imagination is some indulgence in the infantile whimsical abandonment to chaos, when it is the highest domain of order in dalliance with genius.
Social awkwardness/anxiety is a subconscious enslavement to ethical tyranny.
Faith to a philosopher can be that tantalizing sultry woman beckoning him into a sensual slumber. His Apollonian laughter in her face will keep him wide awake.
Some spontaneous saving graces can occur for the lowly; respect for the dead, a moment of courtesy or a solitary repose.
A philosopher sadly becomes an academic when he emulates another thinker’s thoughts as a sphere of truth to subsume most other truths. True philosophy is a mirthful dance in the ancestral catacombs of all those thinkers who honored it.
An academic complicates, while a philosopher simplifies. Moreover, complication is confused for complexity, and simplification for mundanity.
What constitutes a pseudo-intellectual is his immediate claim to have already understood obvious things when they are pointed out to him by those who are smarter than he is.
Everyone possesses the ability to think. Few actually do.
The modern mockery of philosophy is far more preferred to the horror of its serious attempts to apply it.
Cultivating wisdom means returning to it again and again and discovering something new each time.
Strength can assail and conquer, but weakness has the ability to infect and spread. Insidiousness is the vile proclivity of strength.
Man’s power is obsessed with domination.
Ancient power cares nothing for it.
The banter and commotion of a group is like a mating call to lower thinking types, and an unveiling of hidden impulses by those who preen ‘solitary independence’.
The mergence with technological progress, is the religious faith in mindless animality.
Taking the vocation of thinking into politics is the discontent with one’s own ideas.
It is not enough to venerate the natural superiority/inferior necessity of the hierarchy; one must know where they are in it.
Those who take up a mission to resolve social injustices, exacerbate the banalities and idiocies in themselves and perpetuate the banalities and idiocies of the injustices.
The modern pedant uses whimsical cliché knowledge about human nature the same way he uses self-aggrandizing material possessions.
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Those who eloquently express sadness and sympathy for the suffering of strangers, is like a pompous wine connoisseur didactically explaining a tasting.
The Stoics knew more about philosophy than Nietzsche merited them with. It was in spite of their ethical misgivings and preoccupations, that centered them to a clarity of thought process that was built brick by brick. They believed in using principles of conduct as beacons of lucidity to understand as clearly as possible why they needed them, they considered them nature's poles of perception to a higher awareness. Thus, it was their understanding of nature that distinguished them commendably. It was an incompatible relationship. Nietzsche found the chaos in nature, while the Stoics found the order.
A man’s belief in God is like a buffoon hopelessly lost and dying in a desert, but still enraptured and empowered by the comforting reassurance of diamonds he carries in his pocket.
The modern emptiness of purpose is exemplified by their belief that to be honorable means to be ‘praiseworthy’.
The study of ideas is the study of the synchronicity of patterns.
Reading is a meaningful intellectual activity meant to stimulate productive thought processes. Therefore, one who says they “read for enjoyment” is as daft as saying they “drink water for fun”.
Morality can be either idealized, believed or felt; all are illusions.
Hedonistic indulgences as stress relieving vices are used by most in the form of drug stimulation or festive abandonment. For the wise man, he indulges in the humorous company of imbeciles which can be just as bad.
Modern sheltering malnourishes the soul. After a long enough period of time, it will either become ill and decrepit, or rabid and volatile.
Modernity is so blindly obsessed with science, that they will classify any cognitive activity as one that is ‘based on evidence’. Because philosophy—an art form----caters to logic in some ways, it too suffers the butchering of their proof fanaticism.
A tyrant is one who imitates wisdom. A warrior is one who lives it.
One must rejoice with death first to become a God.
The warrior revels in struggle and war, not because he is a savage, but because it is the one universal in nature that never disappoints.
Envy restricts a philosopher’s sight to only one eye.
Asceticism is defined in modernity as a total abolition of the soul, through the savage diligent nurturing of its desires.
One should think about cultivating wisdom as sculpting a piece of marble. One precise chip at a time, and to know well, that the marble was not meant to become a masterpiece.
Good philosophy is not treading into inhospitable waters too rashly or too often, but when one does, to come back with a sense of tempered rejuvenation.
The woman has the song of her hysteria, where the man has his song of his madness.
It is in the comedy of the modern believing that his soul has a purpose.
The pagan Gods are forms of power in nature, in the real. The monotheistic God is power in nothingness, in oblivion.
One becoming aware of time as an affirmation, coalesces a spiritual prowess.
Anxiety and uncertainty guide the academic, while hunting and dancing guide the philosopher.
The conviction that one is seeing things as clearly as possible, is not hubris or illusive, but profound erring.
Creativity is a looking back upon the past with nostalgic extrapolation.
The tragic parallel to the hive mentality of modernity and to the original source in the animal kingdom of bees, is that the bees make of their unconscious industriousness, a honeycomb for surviving generations. Moderns make their honeycomb to buzz and be unconscious.
A man of pure practical scientific devotion, should be honorable enough to boast of himself a decadent barbarian.
Understanding is not necessarily accepting.
A consumerist society is a menagerie of dissimilar animals all gnashing at each other’s throats and missing only because of the tenuous leash of moral domestication.
The real root of modern anxiety is the blind devotion to survival yet having no ability or idea how to fight for it.
Modern workaholism was the capitalistic concession, turned into a code of self-fulfillment to circumvent the emptiness of it. This is because it is the only national community that they have and it must therefore, be sanctified into a historical custom as old and accepted as table manners. It assimilated into the human soul with just enough soft common sensibility and stern ethical discipline to simulate it as a natural human need.
Education fails, because it attempts to use tautology as identity. It makes the self, a dull echo within its chamber.
Walking through a dense forest, we tend to get absorbed into the effort of moving around every tree or uneven terrain, that we can become oblivious to the rest of it.
Modern artists go for impact, not substance.
Social causes/activism are a strain of the common cold, they are effective to a moderate degree of sickness before they are fought off, only to recede and linger until they can infect again.
Socializing is always a primitive activity, no matter how intelligent and sophisticated it is.
The Christian-Pagan is Aryan man’s deepest conundrum. It is a form of transcendence of faith as a higher struggle against modern decadence, and a lessor evil of submission. Alas! The submission is what is the perpetuating element that keeps him in lockstep with the same sickness. The act, the unconscious conviction, that keeps him sallow and listless in the face of what has always been a shadow looming over his mind; a guiding executioner.
It is too great an endeavor to practice damage control over the manic psychological projectiles of a depraved society, we must master the art of deflecting them off of ourselves.
Judgment is the strongest and purest form of superiority which is why liberal democracy crusades so ruthlessly to destroy it.
Language is a seesaw that moderns play on.
The greatest conflict is one between truth and principles. Between nature and abstraction. The art of genius is to synthesize this conflict, not reconcile it.
Artistry is the application of inspiration.
Academics are relegated rogues of an institutional cultural oligarchy. Their philosophical outlook on this status encourages them to believe they are the real voices of reason.
Severe social domestication will instill a romantic perception on savage proclivities.
A woman’s sexuality is her ego.
A way to determine how closely one’s comprehension is connected to nature as opposed to religious faith, is to what apprehensive degree they speak of it.
Religious naïfs are necessary fools, while fools are necessary jesters.
Odysseus, was the Pagan genius of how man sifts through the chaos of his desires and finds their resting place in rational fulfillment. The Odyssey is the Pagan masterpiece of nature’s appetites and man’s fecund satiation; a Dionysian portrait of power.
Solitude is the summit atop chaos.
Music is a sensual undulation of spiritual tastes. The modern pervasion of monotonous music is an ingenious ploy to exploit this primal disposition into impulse distracting addiction.
Wisdom is not a pursuit of superiority but a distinction of self from survivalism. Superiority happens on its own.
The danger of true dominion of self is to wade into the shallow ends of the lake that will swallow it.
A man honors himself when using his masculine initiative to attain the woman, he sullies himself when he uses his wisdom.
Rationalists have the same faith in reason as a believer in God.
Awareness is like the body, it requires stress and exercise to endure the pain of truth.
Superiority is the ephemeral alleviation to the conflict of nature where weakness is a potential to a degree of strength.
Power over the inferior is the exemplar of the hedonist.
The strengthening of idiocy is by academia, the power of it is by religion.
Academic knowledge is the commodification of wisdom.
Leisure in the modern work world has turned into a prison cell that inmates retire to after slaving in cheap labor all day. The resurgence of the use-value of leisure in creativity, is the restoration of it from the dreary cell to the thrilling workshop of life and meaning.
The idiot, due to his submissive awareness, allows more to be absorbed in him, with the cost of not comprehending. However, because he is merely a servile conduit, he is capable of reacting to truth in strange but reliable ways as to expose it inadvertently. He is a tool of nature.
Living and dying by noble principles is the closest thing to real Godhood.
The psychotic mass killer is the servile spiritual vigilante against the slavish degenerate master of modernity.
Clichés is the tribalism of American Culture.
When philosophers say the essence of things cannot be divined, they have exposed their weakness to endure the struggle of genius.
The modern European man, so famished to rekindle his heroic soul, devours the spoiled Pagan scraps discarded by Christianity.
Genius is the soul of wisdom.
Idiots of history will fall into the whimsical trap of learning only about the academically tailored images of great conquerors and the palatable hardships and conflicts of events, while dismissing the blood and savagery that gave birth to them.
Every academic pridefully preens their understanding of the entirety of any given theory, epistemology or historical subject, when they are merely intellectual prisoners who have lost all desire to escape their cells.
One should be aware that the lake is not always placid but flows into treacheries.
The tendency to hate one’s enemies instills a blindness to their power, while respecting or knowing them allows all details of their nature to be grasped. The cost is undignified labor with the benefit of superior awareness.
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Two personalities of the philosopher; one who waits, and the other who watches.
The higher into masculine idealization man takes himself, the feminine abruptly pulls him back down to nature, but losses strength of its grip every time.
Wise patience is the control of the inevitability of death.
It is not the usual modern mythologies of self-sufficiency, individual empowerment and self-determination which delude moderns into thinking they are important or superior, but simply because they have been allowed to subsist in private obscure sheltered hovels imagining, in undisturbed comfort that they are.
Imagination is wisdom that finds the path in darkness.
The superstition of moderns is dissimilar from that of the Middle Ages only because they have used the cloak of scientific rationalism to temporarily abate their religious anxieties, and existential insecurities, instead of submitting to them which would, at the very least, balance their inferiority. Now they believe that their submissive instinct which cries out to them, can be ignored by clinging to reason as an authority figure that will keep them disciplined in their subdued anxieties. It is the fear of the truth that reason reveals to them about the nature of their fanatical superstitions, which makes them clutch them ever tighter as a scared child would to its nurturing parent. If they did understand reason, they would never venerate it in any way. Reason has become their hedonistic indulgence to numb themselves to their frail consternation that frantically sifts through the granules of their identity until it finds another absolute to indulge in.
Modernity is the sophisticated genius of animal distemper.
One squanders more of themselves in galivant hedonism than in mindless boredom.
No matter the indignities against us, the war to preserve our superiority is timeless and must be waged in any way, small or large, grand or marginal, fast or gradual, hopeless or optimistic, but always with passion, resolve and purpose. That is the Hyperborean. The pursuit of superiority lies the symmetry; spiritually and physicality. The aesthetic value of our energies in aggregation. It is in symmetry that lay our potential over others and our value in existence as a challenge in itself is what powers our soul for our race; for the duty of conquering existence, because in it lies the greatest of symmetry that made us. The spirit of The Hunt, of the war, of the act of conquering is the Hyperborean drive to absorb what it was given at birth and then to beam it back in great radiance to life.
Modern psychosis comes from living in a way naturally alien to their human drives and exacerbating it by adding the demented belief that they are happy living it.
As a rule, one should place more stock in silent people, even if they turn out to be imbeciles.
War is a natural spiritual appendage of human nature that has been domesticated by modernity into a slovenly state, the way the ears of a domesticated dog recess and droop. The sickness it becomes is the tempestuous impulse to blindly lash out and bite savagely, unprovoked.
There are lies which one can use, lies one believes and lies one tolerates. The modern has made the lie an absolute he spiritually gives himself over to, losing all distinctions. His very animal survival is a lie.
Modernity is a museum of violence with its visitors as debonair savages.
Wise language is unspoken.
The folly of the wise is the belief that they are impervious to foolishness. The awareness of this caveat keeps them wise.
Spartan asceticism is the extreme discipline of Destiny.
The modern keeps his values, virtues and principles as souvenirs and knickknacks on a display shelf to gather dust, while his caprices, vices and degenerate impulses are put to serious pragmatic use.
Good and evil are as absolution and nihilism.
Isolation or loneliness should never be confused for solitude. It merely happens to be the case that the solitary must isolate themselves from everyday petty grievances.
The modern Renaissance Man learns everything about anything, without any recollection.
The weak and stupid find victory in egoism, as if a random space in time should feel triumphant over other random spaces.
The lightening is easily seen by anyone, the crack of thunder, heard by many, but the receding rumbling tones that carry away into the deepest part of the sky are known only by few.
The Baroque art which gave birth, tragically, to the heroism of Judeo-Christianity, became the future seed to be planted into the minds of men who would have channeled their intuitive energies into a higher plane of knowing themselves in relation to nature. Instead the power of these Baroque masters, who, like Prometheus, coddled humanity and gave the power of the transcendent image, as did logos from the bible. Men who could have been seers of spirit, became instead modernized romantics of this psychological imagery of God. Enamored by the mastery of Michelangelo or Gustave Dore, they misconceived their correct interpretation of the heroic spirit itself laid bare and equated it with the concept of God. They mistook the decadence for the genius; captivated by the pagan embroidery and subterfuge. Now they remain stuck in a religious spider’s web, cocooned in a stasis of moral languishment.
Places and activities of simplicity, level the terrain for the mind to see everything; the workshop of wisdom.
Modern cinema must make a mockery of the imagination of the act, of the theatrical riddle, because it lacks intelligence to comprehend its serious connotations or substance.
The natural tendency of the weak is to align themselves with the strong. The tendency of the strong who become weak, is to very meticulously, cleverly and indirectly, do the same.
Modern philosophers pursue the goal of dominating their dead predecessors, instead of succeeding them.
Envy is the genetic trait of the weak.
One should preserve value more than adapt to survival, if only to be able to survive in solitude.
Overcoming is not conquering but a tempering into ever stronger density.
Institutions have taken the primitive innocuous nature of the weak-minded, wandering in ignorant inconsequential peace and put a magic wand in their hands.
The cynic is a social dependent in denial; the satirist is the social sage he envies.
Modern progress is the cultural prey adapted trait. Because they cannot conquer, they will run as quickly as they can into the future away from being conquered.
Moderns are infatuated with the psychopath archetype, because it symbolizes the captivity of their subjugated egos, savagely bursting through the oppressive confines of everyday drudgery and oversocialization, wild-eyed with their faces spattered with their own blood.
Utopian ideologies will always evoke primitivism in the masses, because it demands the highest form of low intelligence and animalism, in order to reach its absolute cessation.
An act of stupidity is one who aggrandizes any given source of superiority because they cannot connect any of its antecedents into the whole of a source of understanding; if they could they would at the very least, be calmer.
Like mosquitos, idiots are just another one of nature’s evolved nuisances we must live with.
Living amongst group ethics is dirty air one is exposed to without choice, while deliberate participation in group ethics is willingly sticking one’s hand in dirt.
Solitude is the perceiving of flux.
Melancholia is the spouse of the philosopher.
There is nothing for two wise men to talk about.
True friendship can only be formed by the laws of hierarchy. The two must share superior characteristics and reciprocated elements of inferior ones, with respectful exchange of conflict and authority.
The intelligence of fools is to believe experience and age equals wisdom.
God for a philosopher is a seductive woman who stands on the other side of a dilapidated bridge. Seeing her from the other side would suffice to reveal what she is. Crossing the bridge is a dangerous perambulation for the sake of greater truth under the spell of intuition.
Stupidity reigns supreme because of its inimitable obedience to nature.
One is a degenerate, if dignity, honorable duty or nobility have to be taught to them.
Academia are the screams, boisterous laughs, contemptuous glances, and the long hot indelible days. Philosophy are the whispers, the dark clouds, the feminine coquettish giggle, and the passing beams of clear sunlight jutting through the overcast.
The overcompensation of the inferiority of moderns, lies in their desperate humbleness.
Man cultivates better civility isolated from society.
Socratic ignorance is worthy only as a tool, not a value, lest one fatally indoctrinate oneself.
The romanticizing of nature was the inception of decadence for philosophy.
To gauge the strength of one, it is not enough to make note of how little they depend on society, but to what degree their independent prowess is a corollary to it.
The challenge of every great man is to overcome himself as a product of his era.
The “God conundrum” with the wise is to either objectify God or psychologize it.
Struggle is the pressure on man that war assuages. There would be no war if man were not eternally lacking; war is surviving the storms of weakness.
There is being vengeful and taking revenge. The former presupposes inferior resentment, the latter, superiorly misguided honor.
Those who invest their powers into ruling society are ruled by it.
There is the simplicity in awareness that time is the obstacle. To become aware of time is for one’s consciousness to shift to its purpose of conquering reprieve.
Know thyself, is pushing back against the exigencies of cosmic representation.
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|Subject: Re: Above Strength and Weakness Mon Jan 13, 2020 6:12 pm|| |
Very telling, like using the word “sin”.
The modern cultural obsession with prolonging youth, is like a nitwit elderly man trying to woo young girls.
What makes a powerful politician is his knack for changing the realities of the masses (impulses) in his favor.
A man who hates himself or engages in self-destruction and intelligently understands why, is an odd rarity in nature with some unknown potential.
Pedantic intellectualism is a weak spirit in opulent garb.
A simpleton explains things while indirectly asking for explication of them from the listener.
Wisdom calms the physiology.
A drive for recognition is a directing of weakness, not overcoming.
One can be attracted to nothingness so profoundly, that he is capable of understanding and illuminating nihilism like no other.
Weininger’s maxim: “Man cannot even bear to look into the sun – so weak and immature is he”; exposes the resentment of power, beneath the reigning strength of genius. Oneself in submission to genius. Thus, he offers some remarkable redemption in: “Worth: power = light: fire.”
Slavishness of spirit can always be identified as cacophony.
The appearances of nature, are still appearances. The human face is the invaluable façade of nature to instruct us how to see past the appearance.
A bodily gesture can reveal as much as nakedness.
The philosopher’s memory is his haunting ubiquitous mirror.
A moment of victory should never be considered victory itself.
In modernity, the wise are elephants, trudging through a terrain teeming with the shrewdness of badgers.
The warrior’s compassion is that of kindred longing and a steady hand.
Let us never look down from our elevated position, but peer; as we bask in the stillness of ordering.
There are but few natural activities left for modern man;
defecating and lamenting.
The Apollonian and Dionysian balance depends on the threshold of resplendence in the extreme of one to the other; no moderation, only a greater spiritual aggregate of extremity.
The Christian’s burden of shame, is his cause of greatness in itself. The greater it is, the less he will speak of God and the more he will relax into superior simplemindedness.
The only mirth in chaos comes from a well spent moment in time.
Attitude, personality propensities and psychology determine one’s place in their generation and kinship to the new ones. Never age.
The civilized savage orients his instincts, while the wise savage harnesses them.
Any felt pain of struggle must be conserved as the substance that life gives back to oneself to ascend further and higher. Pangs of pain are razor sharp diamonds.
Some can only walk through, but never in.
The lowest form of human life: the courageous-acting coward.
The Fall was the revolutionized transcendence of Will the weak made into an empire of decadence. It occupied the emptiness within man’s heart, and designated lasting effects of perseverance to succeed in self-hatred; the manifestations of which now have to do with all forms of passive dwelling upon humanity as ideal. It was the psychological seed of eternal guilt, of purpose, now grown into a material destiny that death has no use for.
The looking back to Eden is the Christian gazing into the void of himself, and the modern into the future of himself.
The essence of modern victimhood, either racial, gender or national is not to behave or act out as its victims but to take possession of it as their eternal spiritual and social status, to prune it delicately as one would a flower.
The genius is between wisdom and joy; the wise between genius and solitude. Aspiration for either is an active unattaining.
Courage is the only proper expelling of fear; its object is the idealized overcoming of it.
Power in repose is the greatest height.
The Heraclitan river meets the Nietzschean lake.
Heroism is the cyclical process of an ancient continuum of affirming meaning in emptiness. The heroic struggle are the seasonal changes of the higher existence of the individual.
Moderns are the masters of their own servitude.
They are master slaves.
Academia is epistemology, and history is the agglomeration of events requiring as much epistemological aptitude as possible to elucidate them. Therefore, the vocation of historian is the only honorable direction the academic can take himself and manage his hoarded intellectual storage banks in a worthy way.
The artist’s perceiving of colors is a Godly power confined in a tiny space.
The ones who will never become Gods, are the ones who believe power is about rule and dominion.
An animal has a more focused destiny than modern man.
Man’s life is an enduring sacrifice to the legacy of the universe; woman is the keeper of the sacrifice.
The modern’s dependency on relativism and subjectivity is a mental patient finding meaning in his cell.
The greatest irredeemable sacrilege of genius was its captivity by the church to canonize the greatness of Christianity.
Feminism is the pitiful mythological desperation to fill the emptiness in woman with a meaningful archetypal substance (feminine mystique) which makes her even more of a parody and a lie of nature.
All necessary exaltation of what never warranted it accomplishes two things: exposing and exacerbating its latent weakness and affirming latent strength of the superior.
The cultural idealization of sexuality arrests nature.
Rebirth is the masculine calling.
Modern jobs are the most viral plague ever to befall Man since the Black Death.
The pangs of solitude, which speak of the fledgling noble soul, are the avoidances, the incessant vexations, the turning away from most things.
The man for whom women are a ‘problem’, have adopted feminism.
The asinine nature of academia: knowledge of war.
Intuition is the woman in man who is doting; bravado, the one who is emasculating.
Superiority is nature’s floral wellspring of which all purpose is derived from. Were it not, the subjugated would not use their inferiority as a strength, prey would not evolve cunning, man would be incapable of self-destruction. All seeks to return to nature.
The wise temperament is sailing on the means to the end.
Dualism is only useful if it leads to cohesive comprehension.
The happy death comes from the sacrificial peace made with loss.
Moderns believe that to work is to struggle, and that struggle is an achievement onto itself where no reward or objective is had; this is their enlightenment.
When there is no reason left, ideas become mystical saints to save our souls.
If one is unable to discern the truth in things, but only the fleeting spirit; that is a start.
One can only smile in the face of their enemy for so long before the metronome snaps.
The collective spirit is the edge of the crevice man spends his life walking on.
The one who spends their time believing everything is a lie, is duped and surmounted by nature endlessly; the strength in wisdom comes from acknowledging what has already been there.
Wisdom is the being of truth.
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|Subject: Re: Above Strength and Weakness Mon Jan 13, 2020 6:13 pm|| |
Careful that reason should become an appetite, rather than a faculty.
Imagination is a superior hereditary gene that passes over most.
Conquest is the survival of oneself in meaning.
Observe what ones loves and listen to what one claims to love.
The heroic transcendental spirit that Aryan man seeks, he must find in the last remnants of tradition, that of the embattled Knight Templar, who, bereft of spirit, carries the cross of servitude to victory. The place victory once held in his heart, has become subsumed in the heart of humanity and its moral revenge on the relegated Gods who still threaten it with a consuming ancient fire that is too scalding to be close to and too bright to perceive for his sensitive eyes spent in the dim light of feminine virtue.
The hardest part of his spiritual awakening is the phoenix must not be allowed to fly towards the first pole of power it senses. His river breaks through the dam but it must flow to the sea.
The focusing of rage is a centering of the spiritual brutality of time.
Potential wise men must understand that their potentiality is perennial.
Modernity’s cause is the war to end war.
The self-immolation of civilization.
Modern man has mythologized his emptiness in order to transcend it into greatness. His wallowing nihilism, is turned into a superior solipsism. His morality is unassailable; without fear, without logic, without possession.
His greatest failure is his greatest victory. His greatest weakness, is his greatest strength. He reflects the abyss. He seeks knowledge in nothingness.
Knowledge by collective associations is a pretense of wisdom.
The challenge of Riding the Tiger is understanding when to sojourn and replenish.
Man leaves his indelible imprint on all he touches;
Woman touches everything.
One should rejoice to have enemies!
Wild wisdom and calm wisdom. One to learn from and one to keep.
We should war with our strengths and make war with our weaknesses. Do not coddle ourselves with humble superiority by opting for conciliation of both, but to break through both with the innate cause of death and fuse them into a star.
Weakness is gold waiting to be mined.
One should look at the world and think how to merge with it. Conquering is only the primal expenditure of power; all that consists of the will is determined after.
The iron can always be struck again.
The charlatan says his greatness will never be recognized.
Melancholy is the levity of power. The joyless, the depressed, the cynical are searchers of that elusive child called melancholia.
We must spend our lives being worthy of dying, whatever path that takes.
There is such a thing as pure suffering.
Those who glorify strength into an end, were born weak.
The modern will say something idiotic like, “the truth is eternal”.
All modern man has to do now is adopt and he becomes. He openly suffers for it because suffering is a pure source of being he can use to make his masquerade noble and superior.
When man rejects religion, he embraces politics.
“God is dead” means “God is reinvented”.
The shallowness of moderns serves a great purpose; one only need to observe the nature of one of them to understand the whole of an era.
Christ embodied the divinity in man; modernity succeeded it in humanity as divine. Individualism is modern Christianity and every modern appoints himself the new messiah.
If the academic institutions taught understanding instead of knowledge, eruptions of anarchy would be commonplace.
Compassion is the ebullience of respect. Those who earn it bear the mark of the Hero.
Woman turns to God once the Godhood of man runs its course. All women have their spirit of Wagner’s Kundry, the one who is accursed with penance as an eternal endeavor toward religious absolution. God, the unknowable, the unseen absolute, the eternal mystery, holds enough depth to fill the bottomless void within woman that mortal man cannot give her. The feminine longs for the eternal; the ideal of man temporarily suffices to satisfy her cravings for the divine—to be filled completely—until his limitations are evanescent by his humanity. The monotheistic deity, Him the Supreme, offers the masculine finality to the suffering of her longing for it, to give herself over in submission to the absolute, to be absolved of her weakness.
There is greater sickness and danger in quiet self-hating weakness, than bellicose vindictiveness.
Michelangelo’s pieta is the essence of the Christian soul. Man living in an illusion of his own power, subjugated by the providence of God; to ultimately return to the source of his slavishness, the inhibiting maternal matriarch, the feminine bosom of conquered masculine slumber beneath a quiet power.
Only man has the ability to be conscious of hedonistic self-destruction; the final excursion of principle before his nihilistic plunge.
Nature’s weaknesses are roaring rivers, Man’s are stones.
The inferiority of genius is its deliverance in language.
There are those who express and those who think; primal need and spiritual satiety.
Reward gained without struggle is a brain without a mind.
Moderns appropriate their identities. The greatest hope they have is to acquire a resemblance of themselves.
Patriotism is a euphemism for democracy.
Rights will always be demanded because they don’t exist. Promises in nothingness are cultural hypochondria.
Liberals will assent to any inequal notion, as long as it does not interfere with feelings of equality.
The vulgar mind will always extrapolate from any given theory, only its strong points.
It is vital to distinguish honor from piety.
Man is forever only calmed.
What makes moderns a people of prey are their believed fraternity with the animal kingdom.
The pagan ascetic is in peaceful relationship with nature. For the Christian ascetic nature is a flagellating chastiser.
Sick obsession is the healthy way moderns pursue their goals.
The weak mind will attach itself to ideas hoping to receive some semblance of truth they cannot fathom; because they cannot fathom it, they are reprieved from themselves.
Types of strivers: mountain climbers, desert walkers and forest dwellers. The first lusts for superior strength, the second for superior wisdom, the third for superior spirit.
The decadent man speaks only in decoration.
Moderns’ only association with wisdom is to be stimulated by it.
Reticent suffering is supreme being. The cold must be endured quietly, because it has no need for tears; when those tears can be collected into a lake. To suffer in harmony, in repose, in burning density. The noble heart burns. Those who cry out, wish for answers that are non-existent.
There is no fear of Man, but there is fear of the men who have no place in Man.
To make of an endeavor a discipline, is not to be disciplined.
All forms of truth are endurable or acceptable, until they inadvertently lead back to the predator’s gaze, becoming untruth.
Those who seek only to know, hide beneath ideas and words, from those who see them.
Those who cannot listen to their own thoughts, are incapable of listening to the rain.
Strength is the road with no end.
Attributing moral transgression to the unforgiveness of death, is the height of nihilism.
The master of the slave has no identity.
In modernity, thoughts, words, utterances are chains of freedom. The modern is not his own God, but the slave to the cause of it.
Reason has degraded into a truth-telling tool.
Every modern will admit fault or lapse in judgment, strictly as long as it has nothing to do with them.
Wisdom is an elixir not to be consumed by everyone. It will vitalize some, and poison most.
The warrior, the hero, the genius, the artist, the philosopher, must, above all, be preservers of the rawness of what builds castes, hierarchies and greatness; but never its rulers, never its loyalists. Their embodiment of spirit cannot interact. The ones who succeed culture, the great men, can know only of this spirit, and with strength and weakness, pass it on.
Most feel that the more they prepare to know something, the more knowledge they have of it.
Walk the greatest distance out into seclusion and you will never escape yourself, nor achieve solitude.
The wanderer does not search.
The fear of chaos for the desire for order, is a pretense of the same fear.
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|Subject: Re: Above Strength and Weakness Mon Jan 13, 2020 6:16 pm|| |
Nature is corrupted when one believes it to be all beautiful.
Art becomes mediocre when a message is attached to it.
The inferior man would be demeaned if we were to raise him to a superior as the superior man would be had he sunk to an inferior level. Nature affixes so that we may appreciate purely.
The ‘cultured man’ is the modern playing dress up with intelligence.
Strength without direction is the power of wisdom without knowledge.
One should look upon the beast that will slaughter them as a deadly brother.
The modern wishes to salvage his primitive superstitions in rational faith.
Spirituality is the wisdom of one’s past.
Truth is a ubiquitous pressure from the world weighing down on perspectives until they push back or break.
The idiot has one power, to ideologically phase himself out.
No matter how impractical, maladaptive, or repercussive, Spartan exclusiveness of wisdom, honor and dignity, is the only sacrificial practicality to human greatness that I can fathom.
The most inferior man is one who proclaims the highest superiority by ruling the weak.
The social man is the possessed man.
Thinking is separate from awareness.
The modern man has ordained himself the creator of his destiny through ideas, but never its achiever, never its possessor.
One can never attain superiority by investing it.
Perhaps this man of greatness exists. We should not occupy ourselves with concern of his whereabouts.
When conflict is suppressed, only sickness and disease can simmer beneath its sealed surface until it erupts and destroys.
The strong say nothing.
The aware weak man lives on proof.
The wise should have sense enough never to speak for others or himself.
The lowly do not know why they suffer so they compound it in the suffering of pleasure. Pain requires only resistance; pleasure, an exacerbation of ascending. For those who endure enough pleasure will endure only the torment of dying but not the respite of death.
Those who know how to absorb strength, have mastered the act of accepting.
God is always recognized for its power because it traverses the world to include all forms of life. The weak become powerful only when recognized. The cosmopolitanism of God is mistaken for its spiritual wandering(prowess); whereas, the one who remains only in one place has learned enough about it to wander in wealth and power; the brimming soul.
Nature symbolizes nothing, but only pressures one to become.
Nietzsche’s quintessential problem: saying ‘yes’ is stagnate. One can acknowledge existence into absurdity.
Harnessing it into becoming is roaring. Let us roar.
Genius must be organic, never mental.
Spurious wisdom can charm our understanding but leave it wanting.
Fear is the mother of survival, necessity of invention, pretension of society.
The interiority of oneself is the representation of its eternality.
Freedom is only a nostalgia.
What is out of reach is not the unattainable or mystical, but the path to it.
The need to overcome the flux of existence is the inferior will, asserting itself to its highest end.
Shame can cull man’s nobility into extinction.
Masters used to enslave men with chains, now they do it with ideas of freedom.
Weak men talk about what they have.
Appreciating, recognizing or glorifying what is inherent, makes it nothing more than its basic nature.
The intractable challenge for man is knowing how to surrender to his own domain.
The weak boast of the strength of surviving because they multiply the effect of their weakness to insure its survival. They cling to the lowest degree because they cannot ascend any further, and find glory in animal regression; the primitive evasion of the predator is their mighty trademark.
The strong crescendos; the weak subsists.
What becomes impossible for nature, one should take the reins.
Modern man is a tourist of wisdom.
Cowards hide behind facts as they do bushes.
Let us laugh only so hard.
A philosophy of nature might just be the lessor of all evils.
Reason is only a shroud.
The wise do not sing, dance or make merry and that is right and necessary dear fools.
The disorder of the modern thinker is his objectivity is his conscience; he finds salvation in academia.
The noble man is an aberration of nature, a pariah of Man, a thunderclap.
The wind challenges: how long before you cast off your coat?
Strength in weakness comes from the force of finitude.
Great thinkers are inspiring without being influential.
Philosophers must learn to make peace with pessimism.
Modernity is a barrage of subtle indignities that toxify the soul.
Strength is an expulsion of the kindled energies of weakness. Excess must be released for the mass of power to expand. Loss is fortitude, conservation is decay.
Figuring out how to know, is probably more paramount then why.
The sign of a decadent is one who compares his thinking.
Be careful that wisdom should lead you astray.
Searchers of strength are better off than searchers of truth.
The warlike soul should aspire to wage war. If he should remain only warlike, he becomes a philosopher. If he should make war, he attains wisdom.
Individual strength is merely confidence in oneself by the reassurances of a placating society. How does one gain strength of oneself without the social proxy? By knowing what silence is.
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|Subject: Re: Above Strength and Weakness Mon Jan 13, 2020 6:16 pm|| |
War with others, is the need to return to nature. War with nature is the need to return to ignorance.
Authority is the cheap version of strength most men find a shortcut to.
The self-destruction of truth is its idealization.
Feeling out of place in one’s time, is a superior spiritual gene with unrealized potential.
The noble warrior and the philosopher. Two repelling magnets that sometimes touch.
Most want faith in something, but never to have faith as to have honor.
How much ones lacks, lies in how much one wants.
We must peer into what is outside ourselves more than what is in ourselves, age brings on blindness sooner than later.
Why seek out others of wisdom? Comfort? Companionship? Reassurance? Even if I trekked the farthest region and came across the wisest of men, it would only be an occurrence of nature, a happenstance. Wisdom has no telos. Lingering in the presence of even this great wise man would be exhausting, knowing it cannot last, knowing that his presence is indirectly taxing me to reciprocate. The interaction of wise men should only be that of colliding and separating.
Melancholy, the weariness of existence, should not be looked upon as anything more than a condition of a higher consciousness needing respite. It becomes a problem for philosophers when they attribute use-value to that respite.
Preoccupying oneself with the ‘methods of rational argument’, means that one has spent too much time around simpletons, and too much time protected from nature.
To fall into a ‘category’, means you have been drawn to the safety net of society.
Modern men wish to leave their mark by desperately throwing a monkey wrench into the circle of ideas and theories. They make of knowledge only an intriguing peccadillo!
Rationalism was the solution to the loss of reason. Moreover, deliverance from it.
How much strength would you have to exert to land one blow? One can expend themselves without any knowledge of how it happened.
The crumbled ruins of a past can rescue destiny when laid before the right pair of eyes.
Why would one, alone, charge the onslaught of a hundred men against all chance of victory? Because death laughs at you, and one should take offense at being laughed at.
Modern society is the hideous stare of Medusa, one should avoid looking straight at it to avoid being paralyzed by its ugliness.
Let the women weep, and the men fight, and the storms rage. Perhaps then flowers may grow.
The sorry state of a man is when even in death he places himself on a pedestal.
The woman is always safe, because she always feels eyes upon her.
One who suffers and struggles having no idea why, is a terminally ill inevitable death.
If you do not wish to slay with your sword, then keep it sheathed, even forever, unless it be wasted on asinine logical reservations.
Ideas are stones that should be thrown by the strongest men.
It is enough to endure oneself; enduring others is a state of dying.
We can mock those weaker, but they reside everywhere in our wake. The female is abundant and ubiquitous for a very good reason; to be overcome.
The joy of wisdom is only a palate’s satisfaction that should not become an indulgence.
To “love” nature is to offer one’s throat to the jaws of a tiger.
The sensation of time, is the only sensation worthy of nurturing.
Religion is that maternal bosom man enjoys feeling is close by when weakness becomes too great.
You desire to be liberated from fear, from want, from value, from the pain in a body spent in pleasure, in oblivion or triumph, in sickness, in health? There is none to be had, not even from death, not from the stars or the consuming waves of energy in the universe, or the suffering of change. If anything in this world cared about you, you would be a contradiction, the most senseless being to ever have existed!
The man who finds peace in chaos is more dangerous than one who finds submission in order.
We are either the poets or the subjects of nature.
The searcher is aimless, the wanderer is oriented.
One who needs; one who overcomes.
Make the mind an arrow, the Will a sword.
The intellect has no power or worth, without connection to destiny.
The ideologue is one who must theorize his spirit into existence. Conceptual blindness is his sharpest vision.
One should realize where reason ends and nature begins and return the power to receive it back revitalized.
How masterful we could be if we perfected our yearning!
Nature is the dominion for us to dominate. Those who idle in woe, waiting for nature to claim their lives, submit to its dominion. Let those of power merge with it.
For new seeds to be planted, the land must be cleansed, tilled and summoned.
Seeking out the raven is a pursuit of foolishness.
The deft silence of the mountain echoes nothing. The wish for the echo is the wish for a falling boulder.
Look up to Irminsul and one will glimpse the knowledge of themselves. Turn this glimpse into your weapon of choice.
To be captivated by the vastness of a land, some will mistake for divine inspiration, when it is the overstimulation of reason finding an alleviation in faith. That one is captivated at all is a potentiality of power.
What man can truly say he understands the silence of the desert?
The storm cares nothing of your life, and that is the greatest gift to the sanctity of oneself.
The voice of the spirit whispers to reason, and reason should devote itself to hearing it as clearly as possible.
One shouldn’t stand atop the hill until their eyes have adjusted to sight. Vertigo is an inability to withstand nature.
There is no transcending nature, but only transcending one’s representation of it.
There are those who mount the summit and look back and those who look forward and press on. Both actions must be done; to remember and then preserve, honor.
Only those who know how to laugh, once the trek into the deepest forest has taken everything from them, has crossed paths with Odin.
One can be sedentary, like the boulder, but the boulder is far more powerful in its immobility.
Cybele hands us the tools to become Gods, and we must surpass her feminine wiles to use them to ascend to power.
Man should strive to perfect himself in the gaps of nature.
Merge destiny with instinct.
Honor and virtue are the rods of God-like power hidden from reason and logic.
The distance into the desert can be a mirage or a mirror.
The universe manifests truth, the mind suppresses it.
Odin’s sacrifice: Peer into the distance with a sight severed from its world, to one without sight.
One has no wisdom without the awareness that it is connected to nature’s indifference.
The world is loud enough, no words need to be spoken.
Accepting truth is planting its seed; believing it, is bringing it to flourishment.
How long did it take you to become aware that you were thinking?
It is better for those who have no truth to redeem themselves with faith in it.
Greatness identifies with no one.
Morality is the way back to divine illusions.
Most only understand death and not how to be reborn.
If you should be starving for a piece of bread, take it with an iron grip.
The strongest thoughts are those that echo and vanish. The weakest, those that linger and repeat.
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For one to labor and suffer all their life only to realize that “humanity” is the highest ideal, has made peace with their inferiority.
We should, as philosophers, visit the grotto of Venus, if only to escape it and sharpen our understanding of suffering. The spirit of Tannhauser’s pilgrimage without the deterioration of shame.
The rapture of one moment of idealism can encourage one to construct themselves as the ideal. Such is the power of individual purpose in its death throes.
Intellectualism is the feminization of philosophy.
Superiority is a plunge of self-awareness risking the presence of the creative spirit.
The feminine is forever what was/is.
The masculine is forever what became/becomes.
The sun reveals the spirit of truth beneath the guise of power, while the moon contrasts its finer details beneath the guise of sensuality.
The great tragicomedy of life is the innate uselessness of death.
Should one find themselves one day, adorning their egos with accolades and accomplishments aplenty, they have found their kinship among beasts.
The goal of wisdom must be to wither itself down to a denser, more resilient size of those few ideas, thoughts and beliefs that truly matter.
To speak of the modern spirit is only to do so, to avoid soiling oneself in their clean stride.
A smile in solitude, is a laugh in death.
Walk along a path of flowers and know that the beauty seen should not be made known to anyone.
Ideas incite feelings of power, worth, privilege and uniqueness. They are the only balm that soothes our abstracting and primitiveness. The ascension to power and truth is to overcome this illusion.
Place an intelligent man at an elitist social dinner table and he becomes a pretentious pedant. Place him in a rickety old shack in a secluded forest and he becomes a wise conqueror.
Calmness of self is the path taken to the happy death.
The only superstition which arises from wisdom is the belief in ‘divine purity of truth’. This insidious succor of redemption plaguing even the wisest men.
Erupting in flames of glory would be the man who absorbed the feminine in him by purging all guilt from himself.
Before one conquers, he must explore if he has already been conquered.
Man’s power becomes corrupted when he becomes aware of it. It is undermined when it is validated. It is lost when it is idealized.
Only the highest minds can make sense of darkness.
If there exists any tolerance or good nature toward suffering, it is by purposefully inflicting it upon oneself by conquering enemies.
The post-modern attack on truth is its immortal Judeo-Christian spirit ensuring that all reality be made divine and untouchable by the use of grandiose doubting. Thus, in order to bury and relegate any degree of strength beneath idealistic bedazzlement and secure weakness and cultural inferiority forever in its place.
What thoughts would a loquacious person have without a tongue? Solitude is a cruel father.
Honor is water for the spirit. One simply needs it; never to question it.
Idleness, that odd potential of sorts, must be reserved only for the initiated; as a sword on the hip of a soldier.
The pursuit of truth, the natural drive of philosophy, can be understood as the mindful act of courage. For all longing and pursuits toward an ideal of truth is merely the fervor of Will which drives the intellect as appetite drives the need for sustenance. There is no other comprehensible idea that can be had other than that the courage to handle the emptiness of the nature of this pursuit, is the only organically feasible way to attain it in any real form; the only contented way, that is, by focused alacrity alone.
Just as fear encourages the overcoming of it through survival, courage supports the intellectual impetus to act with fortitude against the odds of nothingness or the highest meaning of something. Ultimately, courage is all one has to attain truth, to wade through the opaque dimness, the unknowability of nature. We must, however, with some objective reserve, not give total credence to the inexplicable other than to suspend our judgment in it. We cannot give too much credence to objectivity either, as it will lead to myopic intellectual exclusivity. To take a plunge of ascertaining what is, should be the only methodology we should settle upon, if we must for the sake of our knowledge and theories.
Philosophy still, has a problem with faith. That this pursuit should end, not with God, but with a confounded agnostic faith in God, is a spiritual inferiority that has not been overcome by the thinker doing the philosophizing. That a courageous disposition of intellectual versatility should ineluctably come to the relativistic conclusion of the shadow of human idealism is the decadence of genius. To climb a mountain, one must first enact not the first step of the climb but of the temperamental commitment to risk falling. This courageousness of thought is the act of holding fast to the pursuit of truth so that some semblance of it can be achieved if not for any possibility than by the discipline of reasoning alone, to endure. To stake our victory on an absolute end or means will leave us in a state of religious faith from one pole to the other. Thus, courage is the locomotion which propels us to the truth. It is the only means which we can rely on that grants us the power to succeed in the battle for ourselves.
However, some form of faith, if one will catch on, is always to blame in this pursuit. It becomes the resting place when thought becomes too challenging or reaches spaces of reasoning too great for us to handle at the moment we reach them. What is bewildering and agonizing is this stagnation of faith, has nothing to do with God but of the absolution of nature as godly. That the chaos and order of nature condemns the Will in submission before it, and this is where the muscular failure of thought occurs in its exertion for those with weak minds, or undeveloped minds, or minds not exposed to the war of disappointment and internal tragedy of oneself. For, one cannot even begin this approach to truth without seeing or intuiting melancholia of existence that resides inside them as unfulfilled beings who want to be fulfilled.
The types of faith have always to do with a retraction into mysticism or suspension of thought itself rather than logic or reason. The thinker plagued with this germ being spoken of, will, for instance, render himself “inadequate” to look further or deeper or beyond what he knows. He balances himself with latent Christian asceticism, as a backdrop for his fear to investigate or lack of insight. He resorts to modern humbleness to avail this qualm, sheepishly and subtly as to where it goes unnoticed by the less observant and counts for some act of ethical dignity. He reaches the summit only to conclude that because he cannot see the decent of the path down, he must turn back, but with a feeling of humble wisdom which he attained from the ascent. To this, he is satisfied. An absurd ‘humble’ satisfaction; a strength cultivating weakness! If he had the courage to descend into the depth of the mountain how much he would have learned about what lay beyond his own methodology. He settles for being ensnared and held captive by the thought process.
True dignity can only be reached by rejoicing in nature’s cruelty.
There is exceedingly more truth in nature than the furthest truth in philosophy.
The mind recalls what matters immediately to truth, regardless of the quality of what was cast aside. It is these empirical sensualities that are the keys to understanding the being of oneself.
A culture that has learned to belittle or deny death, is one that has reached the death throes of its spiritual impoverishment and decay.
There are thoughts that must be understood, words to be learned, ideas to be built upon, but the songs and melodies are almost never grasped.
Power of genius is this perplexity of nature asserting itself through an organic medium like any other species. It finds its way through a worthy agent which has the tolerance of its energies and forces; which can contain them and become them. Any great man should well despise the worship of himself, as this will conserve his strength. Nature is frightening, genius is raw nature.
Suffering is the subjugating cost of the war of existence and the threshold of it; it is its spoil. Suffering for suffering’s sake is the physical sickness of nihilism.
The one power in humility is an alliance with nature.
Those who hate themselves in silence, love themselves in noise.
There can never be too great fullness of spirit other than the fear or distress of it reaching a conquering crescendo of fruition.
The more ideas one is preoccupied with, the greater the absence of what those ideas symbolize in them. The most earnest advocates for peace, have none in themselves, and the deepest haters of peace wish to expel the truth of what it revealed to them about themselves.
The immortal inspiration of Jesus Christ, is the symbolism of the commitment to blindly, but with an ironic noble reserve, take one’s actions to their absolute end into self-destruction. A principled self-destruction redeems everyone from existence and empowers one to their complete abolition of self. Jesus became everything, and nothing; he occupied everywhere and nowhere. Thus, do others find in him, their private kingdoms of absolved oblivion.
The ease to which one can obtain riches, possessions, social merit, or relationships, pales in comparison to how difficult it is to be alone in quietude given that everything else requires the sacrifice of that precious solace.
Only war and conflict can be the great emancipators of human delusions. Only in war will ever truly be determined what is and is not, what is truth and what is a lie, what is strong and what is weak, what is brave and what is cowardly, what lives and what dies.
An ability to peer into the essence of a thing, is the mind perceiving its own mortality, its own death. It is hard to believe that one could have the melancholia of truth, without connection to its spiritual roots of dying, without a conscious primal foundation. Why does the noble warrior not seek out war, but consume it in flames when he encounters it? There is no need to search for what is there, unless the intent is to incur disaster upon oneself. One does not wait for it either, as that is mere passive naïveté. Knowing it is there, is a reserve of strength, an aggregate of energy that builds toward the proper exertion of power, and its entropic receding, its return back to the dying state.
There is no seeing what truth is, without accepting its origin in death. Truth is this accumulation of energies needed to order life that must be dispersed, inevitably, when it reaches its apex. Death is the ultimate truth. To have truth, is to be plagued with the melancholia of knowing the nature of its purpose. Death reveals what becomes and what is, nakedly, without intrusion of illusions. Truth is the only manifestation of the inevitability of mortality one partakes in throughout life, as it is the only connection to what truly matters and the one tool to uncover death in our wake as we near our dying day. One truth, exposes another, and reveals another part of the process of dying and if one is wise enough, of their own death itself.
Hence the Socratic axiom: philosophy is the study of death.
The wise man remains ever a tamed shrew of impartiality; until his principles unleash his barbarity so as to keep the order.
Reason in courage is a sophisticated ignobility.
There is no natural law, no natural philosophy, no natural science, there is only nature and us.
Any man of real intelligence, will detest the verisimilitude of intelligence.
Pain helps us to remember ourselves and stems the tide of need, because it leaves an indelible imprint of spiritual fortification, while pleasure spins the memory around until all it has experienced is lost, leaving only an empty longing for what was faintly there.
Man must wage war on himself to know himself.
A true devotee of truth, never preaches truth. A charlatan loves to teach and preach truth, but never speak it.
The success of the miserly soul, of the political king, comes from the veracity of self-delusion.
A great man has no dream of being great.
Beauty is tragic because it illuminates our mortality; It is beautiful because it shrouds us from death.
Modernity forces the noble spirit into endless predicaments of relegating himself to the level of the reprobate in order to survive among it, until he realizes that to preserve himself, he must enact the superiority of the alienation of indifference.
A great tragedy is a wise man being more foolish than he knows, and a fool, being wiser than he understands. The spiritual disability of both comes from their attempts to be what they are not.
The culture of nihilism survives if only from the throng of inane voices uttering inane things, where by freak chance, something of marginal relevance is heard and redeems the rest of the maddening lunacy to than become even stronger.
Most minds fear truth, but are enamored with its ideal.
The exertion of power must leave behind a reserve of force. One should never believe they have conquered, until the silence tells them.
There is a vital difference of intellectual integrity between one admiring a great thinker, and one considering them omniscient.
A step to wisdom: Knowing, without rumination, what should be destroyed and what should be preserved.
The academic institutions are good solely for the purpose of producing the gifted rare few who will overcome its indoctrination and illusions.
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Man lusts after nature because it is the closest to immortality that he knows of.
For every strong and superior being, there is a greater one. One who perishes, perishes again. One who conquers, conquers again.
Most wise men see light everywhere; few are its source.
Much of men’s lives are oriented by the need to be forced into action or inspired into creativity. Everything else is a triviality.
There are nuances and patterns and degrees which lead to truth, weak minds want only the truth.
Pleasure is not a reprieve from pain, but its planted seed.
A natural distaste for language is a healthy trait of lucidity.
It is simple and entertaining to beguile the masses, and undignified.
The birth of the idea of evil was the redemption of the weak to become strong while making all that was ever strong a negative with no need for explication. The idea of “good”, its interchangeable justification, ingrained it into the psychology of Man. To view anything as evil, is a temperament of cowardice. Nature, what exposes us to pain and struggle, became evil so that the “Good” may be made into an absolute. If man couldn’t have one absolute, he settled for another.
One should shy away from language, as from a steep ledge.
Comprehending the complex details of a simple whole would only serve to heighten the acumen of it; creating complications for a simple whole is to conceptualize one’s own naïveté of it.
Among a throng of screeching animals, one in particular is recognized as the loudest. This is the politician.
Nature loves to hide, as Heraclitus says; therefore, it follows that our patience depends on how she presents herself to us.
When one observes things in their own being, it will be quite clear that there is nothing to opine about.
The men who speak the less, either know too much, or are content to accept what they do not know.
Learning can be like a gluttonous belly; overconsuming, no absorption.
The mannerism of a fool is to rashly believe he understands what is obvious.
To see things clearly, one has to patiently wait until the tide of urges and truth recedes.
Insights into nature are sensations of dying; the joyous pang of recollection and its forlorn throb of loss.
Happiness is the rejoice of suffering.
War is nature’s equilibrium.
The greatest power atrophies without the fitness of death.
The laws of man are inferior to the laws of nature and the laws of God are Man’s greatest inferior laws.
Ruling requires a pronounced whimsical naivete to be forceful; Hence no philosopher king is possible.
How the wise err: to choose one strength over all others. How the wise survive in a world of decadence: to choose one strength over all others.
The wise perish in a fever pitch, while the foolish subsist and decay.
Great men have rage, inferior have bitterness.
Fate are occurrences of nature corresponding with human thoughts as natural as a bolt of lightning striking earth.
We would do better to make a pact with nature as enemies.
Romanticizing nature is a tricky art form; the challenge of endearing the spectacle of a tiger hunting without one being torn to pieces.
A warrior in peace longs for war, a philosopher in peace longs for death.
Forms of weakness: Strength through repetition.
Strength through momentum.
Strength through exhaustion.
Forms of strength: Strength through harmony.
Strength through failure.
Strength through focus/power.
Humoring people, is an incurable chronic ailment.
Beauty’s cruelty lies not in provoking envy, but in the hardship of the duty to ascend in oneself.
A weak mind sees only the use of something.
Idealism is the domain of the untested mind seeing all obstacles and overcoming none.
If the modern spirit were to commit to itself, it would self-destruct. It survives by changing itself with its environment as a chameleon.
The engagement with objectivity is the subjective ordering process.
Poetry is the passion of reason. Therefore, those who create it, honor patterns of lucidity and soundness, as a well sculpted statue follows laws of geometrical symmetry while being enchanting. Those who aggrandize or obfuscate poetry, are the same ones who speak vaguely but quickly so as to impress, and then disillusion.
There is the tree which grows rapidly, jutting forth into the sky until it topples over upon its own senseless power. Then there is the tree which grow slowly, expanding outward as well as upward and reaches ever so slightly higher than the other over much toil and time. Such is being and becoming.
Most anxieties and frustrations stem from the suppression of natural functions of Will.
Inspiration is a catalyst of either creation or destruction, or self-destruction.
It is reviling for most men to accept themselves as pawns of society, when they were born pawns of nature.
The psychology is subject to the Will if only by the narrowest of margins; therein lies flame and fire.
Oversocialization is the conversion of instincts into practical methodologies. Modernization is the purging of them.
Genius should avoid becoming revolutionary, lest it become absorbed into mediocrity.
A blind fit of fury would teach one more about themselves than a lifetime of education.
The cynic is the noble man accepting modernity. Hateful passion, is the noble man rejecting it.
The difference between the wise man and the shepherd is one has yet to become the other.
Most fear silence, because its business is in death and truth.
One part of man’s life is spent acquiring wisdom, the other part is spent being worthy of it.
The academic is a pedant and insufferable, not because of his superciliousness, but because he makes the inane meaningful.
In an age of nobility, the artists and geniuses are few but the culture rich. In an age of decadence, the artists and geniuses are ubiquitous, but the culture degenerate.
Animals succeed survival, idiots succeed stupidity, degenerates succeed hedonism, the strong succeed strength, the wise succeed spirit; evolution is uncomplicated.
Beauty is that old friend of the noble soul who crosses paths with him in the worst of times.
It is mistaken to believe that knowledge has a nature of universalism, when to know, is to narrow a pathway further down to a single direction of where we will inexorably meet our end.
The pusillanimous repugnance of modernity is ultimately rooted in profound pettiness.
Nature is a stream of patterns contained by forces of truth.
Be wary of the one who speaks when he says he prefers to be alone.
Will and individuality are incompatible.
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The strong soul rejoices, never worships.
The philosopher divines what is and was already present, beautiful and sacred; he simply ascribes to it the word ‘truth’.
There is the particularly awful burden of being too aware of others.
Solitude offers the one solace of importance to any virtuous constitution. It returns the soul to a place of natural laws and associations of intrinsic earthly value, which are the laws and beliefs of oneself.
The pure soul is suited to mythology because of its tentative power to become, like the Ideal, broken and unattainable. Nobody wants to truly believe in the ideal, just as they do not wish to truly become like the ‘pure soul’. The need of the ideal itself, grants enough correlation to what they know is beyond them, and therefore grants them their illusions and self-importance.
Genius sometimes causes madness, sometimes causes death, because it is a rogue who gives its allegiance to no one. It is a force which repels, resists, eludes and destroys; all in the name of creation, of a quake of land, of a blinding flicker of fire and light.
The modern mind’s sickness is to discard all forms of laws which uphold existence itself. Their crude minds cannot fathom order in any human sense.
All creating is not creation, but posterity; the building, expanding and succeeding upon ancestral foundations.
Most live in society never realizing that it is an aberration of the self. Man’s place in it is as fleeting and inherently useless as his concern with it.
The genius of Montaigne was that his honesty was so natural and impressive, that philosophy, as if like a generous king, seemed to reward him with profound acumen.
The academic believes that ‘knowledge is power’. Power over others, not himself.
The inimitability of greatness is to be what is not in nature.
The reason courage is so paramount to greatness is that it is the bridge from finitude to infinitude. There is nothing of it, or in it, without the act of venturing.
Courtesy, generosity, civility; these are noble pieces of garb that must sometimes be torn off with ferocity.
The difference between the madness of the mob of simpletons and the mob of brutes, is the former will scatter in blind confusion, while the latter will tear them apart in blind savagery.
The huge able-bodied man who thinks and behaves womanly, is an offshoot of giant domesticated livestock who will find their place in the abattoir.
Asceticism is not the denial of energies, but the accumulation of strength.
Before modernity, the word “horror” was just a word.
The hollow degradation of moderns, is that even their true opinions reveal nothing of themselves.
There is a vast difference between society and a shared culture/people or Volk. The community, the ancestral kin collective of an age, has roots in life and being. It has a purpose and belongs to a focused destiny. ‘Society’ is an amorphous sacrilege of the Volk. It deracinates the people and reduces all to a cog of performance to the function of a pulsating aggregate of mindless interaction. The consequence is those who belong to the Volk cannot be blamed for looking upon society as anything but a hunting ground, for their kin, their culture, are nowhere to be found anywhere and thus no altruism to be had.
Noble men do not romanticize nobility.
The impetus of the artist is to control time.
Philosophy, simply put, is a higher form of fundamental logic.
Most who are successful, are so in terms of a long arduous life of social trifles and exacerbating relationships.
The feminine in us shows us who we are in stark nakedness; the masculine clothes it with endurance and suffering.
The true artist must be pagan. For his talents depend on extrapolating from the essence of nature.
“Enemy” is a subtle term of respect afforded to those with some degree of power to challenge our own. Those of low and base character should not be our enemies, but only forms of pestilence that simply must be pragmatically wiped out.
Let women conquer by manipulating, deceiving, groveling, hiding and subverting; let men conquer by looking their enemy in the eyes and decimating them.
The strongest man should understand that there is always something stronger than him.
The weak and downtrodden will feel any degree of power or superiority, as long as they are allowed to.
I once heard someone speak of the “evolution of aristocracy”.
Moderns do not desire the attainment of power; only the feeling of it.
It rarely occurs to most thinking men, that the “Good” need not be transmuted into anything at all.
There are the men of ideas and the men of action. This is the only natural camaraderie that compliments strong civilization. For if men should lack cognitive strengths, they should refine their might.
Nature takes our breath away, because it suffuses energy of conflict and war of its past and that which created it. Traversing a desert or climbing a mountain is walking upon the ruins of its empire.
Heroism is the sensible audaciousness and sacrifice for success; not grandiose stupidity for recognition.
Political sectarianism subsumes human tribalism by divesting it of its biological basis, and turning it into an ideological grouping of consensus. An artificial tribe of no race, no values or identity, but of an impoverished longing for such things.
When war is absent, and words dictate actions, rather than noble initiative, the very soul of man becomes a toss-up of arbitrary opinions of inactions and angst.
The highest point of power is to wield it, not become it.
Language is the most indispensable and self-destructive tool Man has.
The unsavory slavishness of the modern spirit is to afford themselves their one good deed that exempts them from performing any others.
One’s loyalties lie somewhere; once uncovered they will be either strong or weak.
Love can exude a genius when it is rooted in the depths of a particular graceful soul who knows how to summon it as light and darkness, passion and aggression, rage and honor.
Simple minds require the mediocre simplified form of wisdom; which is why they worship man made laws.
Childish groveling should not flatter us anymore then the sincerest respect of our enemies.
Nature is the one and only true sage. The wisest of men still only speak to us in one mere cavern which nature affords to him. Nature’s movement, energy and flux is the pure spirit of wisdom.
Beauty is the harmonious balance of subtle details and this creates the center of light; that shimmering phenomenon of truth that we intuitively know makes all the sense in the world.
One cannot oust morality from humanity; only look beyond it.
We forget that the purpose of the Hero is to emit his light as bright as possible and then perish. Life is not meant for him, only destiny.
Fear of oneself, is the power of, and over oneself.
Nature resounds its war drums continuously; the man of virtue, hears this all day every day.
Reaching the summit of the mountain does not mean you have conquered it, but have placed yourself further at its mercy.
Beware that all that we say should turn into a waking reverie.
All actions are degrees of progression toward a pinnacle of purpose.
Socializing is indirect nakedness.
The art of thinking, its quality and its purpose, must be retained, and can only truly be recognized, in dissociating oneself with their identity.
A right and true action sometimes must be taken without reason, without qualms, without suppositions, without regard for life or death or oneself.
Deep sympathy is a trait of the ruthless noble heart.
The mind is the ‘arrow’, in conceptual stasis where reality makes perfect sense, and where its contradictions are resolved in creative theory, and infinity co-exists with immutability. And sometimes, these arrows find a mark in reality, but largely go unnoticed by the untrained or ungifted eye. Conversely, the mind rarely finds its mark, to corroborate the travels/flight of its perceiving, and this constant effort creates more arrows, needing their perfect mark, their perfect resolution of truth, which become not an absolute truth, but a fluctuation of attaining. But the truth is there, the aim of philosophy is to sift it out through paradoxical rumination, as a scientist does to understand nature through empirical trial and error.
Weakness can become strength, but failure cannot become victory.
Great men become ashes, like all men; but ashes never meant anything to begin with.
The concept of “nothingness”, should be a passing dalliance in our path which we regard and then move past.
Dependencies are worse than weaknesses. Quixotries, worse than strengths.
The noble soul, living in an ignoble world, internalizes his discontent which becomes a passively wise solitude ever churning with the heat of power and destiny.
Strength of spirit means nothing without strength.
Academics can only ever be onlookers of what nature conceals from them and surmise what it is, using their pragmatically acquired sources of knowledge and wisdom. Ultimately, they will either become nihilists or God fearing souls, once they realize they lack the ability to see past what they know. They will fill their lacking, their weakness with an end point, God, the Singularity, AI, etc. They think in terms of methodologies, coping strategies, survivalism, techniques, that must act as figures in an equation leading to a solution. It is either God or the modern psychosis of freedom in nothingness.
Man’s success over the intellectual, manifests as aggressive precision. To exert the masculine active force over what is passive, subtle, is to control and order its deficiencies, it’s weaknesses.
For the modern, reason is an island he is hopelessly marooned on.
Force is the unspoken longing among the intellectual and the civilized.
It is in the soul who sees the futility of conquering who conquers the most inside himself.
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Solitary wisdom is what draws the most threats, for it must remain immovable to extend its roots deeper into the world; attracting and resisting the greatest hardships, failings and destruction.
The extremities of the female are that she resents her sexuality absolutely in slavish religious contrition, or gallivant promiscuity.
There is no other greater destiny the modern individual aspires to, than to have someone take notice of him.
Grace can be any poor man’s salvation.
Leisure exposes one’s natural drives.
Wisdom emanates; no one source of it exists.
Pitting enemies against enemies comes nowhere near the power of destruction, world around, of pitting brother against brother.
Despite weaknesses, misgivings or incredulity, the instinct of being on the right side of history, keeps one aligned with a natural course of life.
Intellectualism and politics are the inversions of thinking and philosophy; they came about as the survivalist reaction to bring hierarchy to mediocrity.
The inferior exists, so the superior will remain timeless.
The movement and stillness in the flower, is the ebb and flow of a merciless ocean.
The grotesque is what over-emphasizes.
The truth always shines the brightest and goes unnoticed in the simplest and most familiar phenomenon of nature.
The use of power and force is enthralling, until it turns itself upon you.
One who realizes that ideas are patterns, not absolutes, are the most in tune with nature.
We do not live to be admired.
The malady many suffer from is seeking “The Good”, like sustenance to satiate appetite.
A remedy to most of our ills, is to revert our emotions back to instincts.
Two forms of foolishness: believing one answer resolves everything.
Believing one factor of wisdom resolves everything.
The idiot is oblivious to his acts of idiocy; shallow superiority is his self-awareness.
A Christian philosopher is an eccentricity of the world; a speaker of truths, and untruths and half-truths.
Modernity is the culture of self-deception. When reason has been deified to disprove all beliefs, it begins to disprove one’s existence and psyche. When every whim of human imagination has been deracinated from creativity, when every thought and idea is decreed as a ‘phantom’, one begins to live only as a masquerade; imprisoned in an endless canard of being and not being.
Even the noble man must understand that his values and principles do not concern nature.
Mediocre minds are unable to look beyond the immediate realm of their own existence. Modern art began the tradition of relegating oneself to the confines of one’s surroundings of drudgery and the monotony of daily life as their only spiritual tether to the world and nature. The great minds, looked to mythology, to higher perspectives, to the heroic, to transcendence; to a becoming of themselves no method or environment could satisfy. There is no surpassing one’s past, but there is building upon it, until its foundation becomes strong enough to support one’s life into the future of deeper wisdom and greater age. To this, the great minds sought to conquer in themselves; simply to live in greater preponderance of their own simplicity. To make the mediocre, complex, is the apex of what the lower minds strive for. For why would an animal notice anything beyond its own survival?
There is a density of strength that can only be had through the breaking of the will of strength. No muscle is strong without knowing the exercise of risk.
Reason is the strength of the feminine.
There is a corruption of consciousness that subverts what isn’t said well, and that which mystifies what is said too well.
That which bewitches and lingers the most in the heart of man is not of God, or immortality, or perfection, but of the eternal.
Transcending self is to remain organic and active.
Need and longing will forever negate comfort and happiness.
There is no ‘productive’ use of anger or any negative emotions as laymen believe, other than to give them their purpose of fulfillment.
Reason/masculine: Order, idealism, precision.
Reason/feminine: cynicism, obfuscation, circuity.
Wisdom/masculine: transcendence, lucidity, impetus.
Wisdom/feminine: Nihilism, vanity, whimsicality, sublimation.
Nihilism begins where causation loses effects.
Do not let wisdom hold your tongue; nor bound your mind.
For possession of virtue seems actually compatible with being asleep—Aristotle.
Then let us not forget that virtues are the redolent roses of nature, feeling their power through their thorns.
Happiness can stomp man’s soul until it is no more.
The reprobate perish quietly; their shouts of ego, echo off nothing.
The degradation of the degenerate is naked and exposed before us, just as well, the nakedness of beauty displays greater and blinds the eyes of those preferring only nakedness itself.
A tragic thing, such is honor with allegiance to power.
Virtue exposed to excess, is no different than an indulgence.
Those who seek to change others, detest change within themselves; those who leave others to themselves, seek to master change in themselves.
Does one wish to tend one’s spirit, their offspring or a lost flock?
Two forms of superiority: Rage and Solitude.
Wisdom is the evanescence of sunset.
Superiority has a chance to be redeemed in disgrace.
Acumen is the only real proof.
The beast within devours the life that gives him life.
The philosopher is merely a seed planter.
To understand stoicism is simply to assign oneself a purposeful use of themselves.
There is the thinker who peers down at the ground in reflective contemplation, and the one who gazes up at the sky, looking beyond.
One can have strength and power without being strong or powerful.
Giving is the true display of power.
Peace is necessary for the cultivation of wisdom. However, it is the naive idealism of war it encourages which undermines this otherwise ideal state of power.
The frail mind is that mind which lacks the stamina to uphold a timeless truth. For certain truths are immortal and immortality is not meant for those living within the mortality of fleeting thoughts.
The wise exploiting fools, is akin to the predator befouling himself before the kill.
One gains better awareness when they discover the maladies and debilitations of learning.
The Nietzschean conundrum is irrational affirmation of pure rationality.
The untested individual suffuses the war-like spirit, until war itself takes its due from him, leaving him longing for the higher spirit.
Mock not this Vulcan when he limps, for two times the Gods have hurled him from heaven to earth. —Friedrich Holderlin
In modernity, beauty does not speak, we must speak to it. It does not inspire, we must inspire it.
Solitude is unnatural to the human spirit. A treacherous unnerving terrain few will venture on. Only those who were born on it, know how to walk on it.
Truth is not for man or God.
We should speak only of those things which come to us, all else is a vagary.
Living is allowing life to emerge.
Most do not realize everything they know is solely an association with what they do not understand.
Excluding experiences from others allows their true value to reveal itself.
Casting off those vestiges which make us happy, which comfort us, is the final act before the acceptance of selfhood.
Fire lies dormant.
There is a kind of wrongness in advocating nobility, even if honest.
Reprobateness and violence should never go together.
Praise from the masses are the guttural sounds of animals having had their fill
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Modern philosophy is the art of turning existence into theory.
Strength is a balanced state of resistance.
History must determine our legacy, not small minds of men.
When you need to speak, do so; when you want to speak, refrain; when you have something of value to say, remain silent.
Nature appropriates man; therefore, man must know himself to know nature.
The absurdity of happiness is one does not choose it.
Feeling is not seeing; seeing what one feels is feeling.
Courage which whispers or roars, overcomes the lie.
The only purpose for a belief in God, is to overcome it.
There is nothing wrong with consuming sensuality, as long as it is digested by reason.
It is laughable that some would find great achievement in winning a place in society; while this doesn’t even place them in the wake of the world speeding away from them.
Perhaps the greatest challenge is to become aware that you are dying.
A war with oneself should be a struggle, never a rebellion.
The most outspoken advocates of freedom, are the ones enslaved by the idea of it.
We should be careful not to be taken in by small attributes of nobility which cling to a person like debris; for many ignoble people only come in contact with nobility as one does dust in the air.
Belief is the end of knowledge, courage is the end of virtue, alacrity is the end of strength, truth is the mean for it all.
To attain virtue, in truth, is to first grasp its irrational nature.
There is a hierarchy of precision which exists; for most only feed on the scraps of higher minds, while the higher minds must imitate the great ones, for no scraps are left by them.
For the modern thinker, universal ideas are interchangeable with the particular, as they will affirm the first as absolute and the second as absolute based on the absolute.
Practicing nihilism, means simply, making practical what is useless.
Wisdom is merely a state of awareness; practical wisdom (worldly knowledge) is the conscious denial of awareness.
Beyond ‘good’ and ‘evil’, is beyond life and death, nobility and ignobility.
Power comes from mastering the art of nurturing a rose. Conquering comes from knowing how to pull it out while preserving its petals.
The modern mind becoming aware, is only a stirring in its slumber. A prey animal freezing in consternation.
The degradation of Heroism, comes from the tedious association of the Hero with “goodness” and the belief that it is mediocre enough to submit to a fellowship of such a brethren.
Love is the great destroyer of life. We should not aim to love life, but simply to develop roots of endurable fondness.
Actions speak louder than words, but words speak volumes of appearance.
An open cowardly person is far less of a pitiful tragedy, than the one who has yet to know it.
The glorification of virtue is a vulgar gesticulation of profound weakness.
The weak and powerless should never be taken for granted; their lot is a will to power.
Overcoming the innate deficiency of contemplation is what philosophy must strive for, as a King must constantly fend off hubris.
Laws of nature are only the abstractions of forces.
The object of the pursuit of power determines its outcome. For power can never be successful, or unsuccessful, but a means to both. The one who understands it the least will amass it infinitely, unchecked, until it consumes their strength to resist it. The opposite will extract from it only that which gives them more strength; power being only their wellspring.
It should be preferable to suffer the deepest despair than to be joyful in acquiescence.
Fear of oneself is an untapped source of power which lies dormant deep in the recesses of wisdom.
Honor is not the absolute virtue, but the highest standard which to measure it.
One’s soul is emasculated when there is no anger at that which warrants it; it is strong when there is contentment in lieu of happiness.
Truth in character is superior to that of intellect.
The attraction to symmetry is a state of a healthy mind. A mathematical proportion of inner quality.
The only function equality serves is to affirm degrees of inequality to indirectly impose hierarchical order.
There can be no other compelling flux within us than the motivation of energy; the purposeful drive of energy. All our actions are based on what is innately driving us toward reactions. Our latent energy to become without resting, is the motivation of existence; the motion of self. The self is motion towards a function, or purpose, or end. Tapping into this motivation is the means to attain direction of self into a destiny, into the unknown. Being unconscious of this motion, is a slow decay of the spirit. To be unaware of it, is to drown beneath the slow evaporating pool of nihilism.
There is nothing like the poignant agony of a state of peace.
The purpose of beauty is to disillusion.
Learning to smile in conflict, in rage, in everyday matters, is something of a milestone of the soul, the first glorious stage of acceptance of death. For all we do is search for ways to accept death.
The hatred for life stems from the insuperable continuous demand that one must earn it. For even oneself, if lost, must be earned back.
Innocence is the form in nature that teaches us the value of appearance.
Man’s savagery in itself is not ugly, but only his proclivity to add to it.
We tend only to consider the mind endowed with faculties of precision and proportionality; we never think to apply this to the spirit.
The success of reason depends on exploring patterns rather than constructing ideas; for an idea can spell the death of the intellect.
The fragility of strength lies in atrophy. It is never enough to develop a degree of strength before it must extend further or be avidly retained. Its quality is linked to its instability. Forever fading. It is the great glory of the Heroic to have committed his life to such demanding cultivation of that inner value which was so transitory and fleeting, to have found the way to finally tame it within himself, that his reward would be to have a fractional quantity of it solidified into his being, never to fade again.
How much force of will is wielded is directly dependent on how much is lost.
We are in a constant state of recovery and relapse.
The one who is superior in the illusion of power, even if he secures victories by it, must construct a genuine philosophy around a reprobate identity.
Necessity is a preferable choice over survival.
The honorable man detests base things out of simple disgust; his honor is spared in dignity.
The Will, as Schopenhauer remarks, is the root of a tree, producing the fruit of consciousness. Thus, let us grow inwards, rather than outwards.
We must dodge Zeno’s arrows, not be the archers.
One who has ruled the states of active and passive, will know how to conquer himself. One who has ruled states of need and gain, will know how to conquer others.
The tedium of cynicism, is its discontentment with natural states of contentment, for the sake of discontentment. An answer with no question.
Understanding the value of peace early in life, is akin to being endowed with a genius aptitude.
Truth can be decorated, disguised, and even hidden, but always there to be seen.
Human consciousness is but a step up from the animal. For the animal is never confused, it is predisposed to align itself with the natural patterns of existence which orient its purpose, while the human suppresses the instinct toward these patterns and instead create ones which are incompatible with them. All the while not realizing that the activity of awareness, of sensual experience, is too swift to allow for any given state of reflection which does not serve an immediate purpose, and that only those specific details, just as the animal perceives, it will accept into its constitution in order to necessitate survival. Thus, there can be no possibility for a higher awareness then to harness the force of time, to steady the velocity of events, and to understand that to attain more consciousness than the animal, one must use the ability to endure the impossible quantity of details and to master their human animal consciousness, by submitting to a necessity to perceive the same thing over and throughout the course of one’s life in order to truly grasp its meaning apart from an appetite of need. Our lacking is our means for strengthening.
Mastering the feminine in oneself is to prevent it from knowing oneself.
Pleasure is like exposing oneself to a germ. It infects your judgement, and can lead to severe madness.
Intellectual defensiveness is not only a sign of a weak mind, but an incentive to the stronger mind to uncover that underlined value prompting their reaction.
The hardest part of ourselves to truly master is temperaments.
The reason for philosophy’s stark incompatibility with society; why the philosopher must always be a recluse, is not due to intellectual elitism, but that social affairs demand an actualization of the mind, a teleological pursuit toward a product which must contribute to a collective. The art of wisdom, is only the continuity of flux in nature, ebbing and flowing, without the need for any objective, other than to be objectivity itself, running along all streams and rivers of thought. In society, it is nothing more than an animal deracinated from its natural environment. Man has his connection to nature, himself and his fellow man. Society is an illusion of all.
Learning is a form of acceleration that one must learn to halt.
Having enemies, sickness, sorrow, pain and feelings of emptiness, are the most invaluable antidotes to nihilism; the greatest elements of life-affirmation; the highest procession toward strength.
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There is the fear of knowing yourself, and the denial of oneself. The former is only a delivery into death in the latter.
The paradox in philosophy is a restructuring movement to form a proper structure, the highest one, through conflict of thought, as a war to peace. It works and doesn’t work.
Optimization is a great deficiency in thinking. For most minds, no matter the quantity of exposure to truth, in all its appendages and details, only the weakest part of it, and that which appeases would be retained. The mind will follow its primitive attraction to reduce the most effort for the simplest reward.
Weakness is the receding dispersal of heat after it reaches its pinnacle and begins to decrease; Its power fading, but still effective.
The idea of Salvation is that one universal allure most, if not all, are willing to take under any circumstances, like a magic healing pill.
A noble act in desperation or stupidity, is looking upon the descent of the last discolored leaf to fall from a rotting tree.
We are not at war with others, we are at war with ourselves in relation to others with nature as the judge.
The greatest pretense in society, is the absurd drudgery of refraining from barbarity.
A reprobate soul who manages to utter truth, is a mutated hybrid between a charlatan and a disgraced nobleman.
The constant desire for something new is only a desperate longing for that which one never had.
A wise temperament has to do with a calmness of mind that allows perception to will its way to illumination.
Shame is an orientation of the soul; guilt is a deterioration of it.
Wisdom is knowing how uncomplicated things inherently are.
Strength is not allowing weakness to be exerted, only absorbed.
Suffering is the deepest sense of time we can feel; It is this ultimate feeling of the passing of time that weighs on us, and our melancholia, and the need for pleasure which simply numbs this sensation, replacing it with an illusory and palatable one. To master our suffering, we must master the flux of time by the mechanism of force and movement with it or against it. To resist it is to become stronger, to escape(to forget)from it is to become weaker and stupider. To follow it, is to accept oneself as a process within its flux and strive to awaken to it.
To be master over oneself is to defer to the prowess of consciousness and nature’s dominion over it.
Destiny is the subjugation of one to the rule of change.
Silence is the fool’s hideout; for the wise, their home.
Facing down adversity is about simultaneously accepting three possibilities, that you may live, die or win. All in harmonious combination produces the courageous charge, there can be no default on either one.
We should embrace death, not wish for it.
He who sheds the least tears, has ingrained himself well enough into reality, but with the price of over-brimming passions and rage.
Power comes from keeping thinking and acting preserved in their respective and distinct functions.
The pursuit of proof, in place of reflection, is an inability to understand, while nurturing the art of cunning.
Conquering comes from being unconstrained by weakness or strength.
Opportunity is an undiscovered well with only a limited offering of water.
Adaptation is a byway into decadence.
Art immerses us in the meaning of what may or can truly matter under the clamor of our judgements.
One should be careful in asceticism that the strengthening of the self, would not be ground into oblivion.
There is no reason to expect that a wise man would be better company than a fool.
There is no redeeming that which has been lost, but only building upon that which still remains.
Of death; the strong seek destruction, the weak seek elimination.
Of life; the strong seek war, the weak seek salvation.
Good people are better off in blissful ignorance.
Silence is the great breaker of Wills.
Nature is not our friend or our ally, it works against us. To push back against it is to honor it and be in harmony with ourselves through its war against us.
The man of power mostly is waiting patiently in churning passions for when he can exercise it, or otherwise actively looking for an awakening energy.
We tend to want what we already have, and search for what is all around us.
One should treat society as a tool, and individuals as purposes for that tool.
Truth pulls in many directions; it offers many proximities; the idea is to master the few that count while spending the remainder of one’s life remembering where all the others are.
A half-measured mind is the practical mind; a fearful strength.
The attraction to light is not the flee from darkness, but its unification of meaning. The opposite is the edified absorption of it.
We can say of philosophy that it is the artistic portrait of thought.
Real justice unleashes its wrath upon both the weak as well as the strong.
Apathetic minds and decadent lifestyles result in the greatest thinkers of morality and laws.
Frustration is an expression of the discontent with the intrinsic pain of existence.
A desire for power wrought in vile weakness produces the antagonism of the rage of power that leads to annihilating effects of all.
I find there to be more worthwhile commendation for those who smile in the face of death rather than insult.
The war strategy of the weak is to wait until the strong are dead.
The two great teachers in life are suffering and time.
The test of wisdom is to see what is far away and then have the courage to attain it.
The Heroic and Noble are not meant to be possessed; only borrowed and protected.
A noble intellect is tormented by not being able to forget.
Academics adulterates all that is pure of the intellect.
Mastering the feminine is a steep treacherous mountain we must scale, frightening as it is, if we wish to reach the summit where we can see things clearly.
Idealism always uproots human passions from their natural order.
Ideas with unintended consequences, will, in time, manifest intended natural purposes.
There is a special sort of wisdom in considering everyone an enemy.
The innate degeneracy of modernity is that it is a hybrid of mediocre beauty and base ugliness in all forms; some seem familiar, others foreign, and some even seem valuable; ultimately resulting in a general feeling of unease and angst.
The tragedy of nobility is its peccadillo of innocence. For it is not in the saint’s chastity that is weak, but in his ignoble deficiency to retaliate.
Goodness is the only human pretension worth abiding.
Passions are undesirable only when they have no direction.
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The only solitary association wisdom has with old age, is its ability to let go of youth.
Sever man from his community, and he will seek power over others; sever him from his identity and he will seek power for power.
We can know how we associate with humanity by the way we view art; at a distance, or up close.
Restlessness is a deep dependency on need.
A life of truth would mean a life lived in action and inaction, virtue and concession, love and hate, goodness and savagery, reason and contradiction.
A lesson we should learn from Socrates is that it is better to die knowing the truths that mattered, then to wallow in a feeling of emptiness in the truths that were unrealized. To know that we knew, is to die in peaceful honor.
The glory of mastery is a method of rebellion against one thing and total surrender to another.
We always aim to learn from our goodness and never our savagery.
The nature of naivete is to take a serendipitous positive from a negative, and turn it into a virtue onto itself.
Being is intimately proportional to becoming.
Time is the only singular cosmic deity we should invest our faith into. It is the reaper; the shadow of death that looms around us at all times; the only form of pain that has a voice to speak to us.
One can live within momentary expressions of potential, or live within full potential. Only the latter becomes a burden to bear.
Language is the most dastardly nemesis of the modern mind. Metaphor is the lively spirit of existing as human; the modern despises his human existence.
Wagner is a representative paragon of wisdom, detested by both the wise and the stupid.
The simple mind thinks in particulars/individuals, the intelligent mind thinks in universals/wholes.
To begin to think truly, one must return self-evidence back to being.
Feminine wisdom is innocuous, but effectuating.
Those who cannot understand metaphor, will accuse the ones who use it as deceivers; moreover, believing one is being deceived is a natural inability to understand.
Know thyself is the flux of order in memory.
The act of seeing or having sight, in itself, has been forgotten.
There is an art in thinking, and an art in allowing thoughts to come to you.
There are only two types of elitism; that over others, and that over oneself.
War is nature’s way of expelling unfitness, bringing order to chaos, forming hierarchies, sustaining pressures of conflict and success, all for the sake of finding some form of equilibrium, somewhere.
Politics is a contrivance of nature; virtues are an approximation of it, spirituality is a precision of it.
In a world of inferiority, superiority is everywhere.
Superiority is not authority or power over others. This is a form of weakness. If it becomes that, it does so only as a contingency of its own nature towards its motives and only relative to the weakness exhibited by the one being dominated, to the weakness inherent in the superior agency of the one dominating. The power of the center of gravity is maintained by perpetual contraction, not expansion.
Growth of oneself comes from silencing the voice in oneself.
A higher form of mind is the transfiguration of it from instincts.
Anxiety is actually an acute state of heightened awareness; its suffering is brought on by its inability to become conscious of what this awareness reveals.
Aesthetic tastes should walk hand in hand with primitive impulses.
A path taken to the highest ideal rejects all idealism.
Nature is always what is, and never what ought to be. Therefore, to value nature, or a return to it, is to desire a return to Being as purpose, and to fulfill that purpose in tragic comprehension.
The enemies of reason are rationalism, education, academia, rhetoric, debate language, analytics, information use, fact worship, scientism, methodology, intellectual logistics, and any and all other area that attempts to honor it. There should be no honoring what is already within our ability to succeed, there is only the nobility in succeeding it.
Deception is a Platonic divination. Meaning that there was a crucial reason why Plato distrusted sensuality; which had to do with spiritual attachments, not psychological ones as the modern myopic academics would have it. The strength of awareness and its correlation to our external wiles, will determine the quality of the intellect. If one part is out of balance, the other will overcompensate, as a limb does from being deprived of its opposing other. This will not only produce extreme proclivities and mentalities, but also blur the line between reason and desire. As we see in the symbolic depiction between Plato and Aristotle in Raphael's School of Athens painting.
Plato pointing up to the heavens of idealism, and Aristotle gesturing downward to the realm of physical objectivity. Their "books of wisdom" they carry also complimenting this mutual separation; as Plato's book is positioned upright, while Aristotle's is positioned flat towards the earth. Raphael also gives us a geometrical connotation of vertical/horizontal expression of genius. Possibly indicating the "lines of understanding" which extend out in their respective directions, into the time space continuum, covering the 'space of understanding' in binary; giving us a cohesion of what consciousness is within a paradigm of cosmic existence. The idea of balance is the theme. That we must stay connected to both sides of consciousness if we should seek to unify our awareness with our physical impulses.
This is the nature of the philosophical method, if a 'method' must be attributed to it: UNITY. This is what confuses lessor minds and their inability to grasp the cohesiveness of this model. If they give themselves over to idealism, they will become degenerate in their instincts, if they give themselves over to empiricism, they will falter in their spirituality and also become degenerate. There is a third animal however. The one who wishes to belong to both but has no ability to order them into his own awareness producing a dysfunctional constitution of confoundedness.
The one who reaches down to grip something deeper in order to extend it up to something higher is sort of a heroic miasma. Zarathustra's descent from the mountain was symbolic only from his unfortunate awakening to the degeneracy of the human mind. That even wisdom can suffer from naivete and also must go through trials and errors, which will strengthen it anew. Once one has been exposed to this degeneracy, this ancient dichotomy becomes clear in its ramifications: those who fear being deceived or look for reasons to be deceived are themselves deceived by themselves. Their universal distrust of what escapes from their awareness is an inferiority finding a superior prowess in rejection of existence. Therefore, it is nihilistic in nature.
Deception is the inherent weakness in human consciousness, because nature does not deceive, it is raw and visual. Only those who deceive themselves by believing something of hiding something from them, because they are too weak to see it themselves. To be deceived is to be trapped on the bottom of lower consciousness, unable to find a way to the higher realm.
Knowledge, knowing, learning, are the passive states; reflection, wisdom, envisioning, are the active states.
There is no other element in nature then ice to harden the mind, and no other temperature then cold to harden the skin. The darkness of ice will inspire one to find the light; the need for warmth of fire, will ignite it within.
One should strive to be kind rather then good. Things such as goodness, piety or justice are the artifices of the worldly forces which determine good wealth of soul such as compassion, grace, courtesy; the good in nobility is without rule, this is the conduit through which it comes out with life and energy.
Solitude is not so much about controlling the self, as it is controlling the world; so much as it is being in the world.
The disability of leadership is its necessity to placate minimally, but perennially, to extend the length of reign; a state of self-induced attrition of war. This is what destroys it in the end.
Genius is dangerous and burdensome, because it assails the mind with an overflow of existence.
We should begin every act or thought, with the precision of our ability, the fear of its demise, and the hope of its effect; being awash with honest exertion will make way for the singular attainment we wish for every time, and we will attain.