Empath's Elegy

Information inundation, I turn my nose high in the midst of drowning signs.
So much to see, to feel, to avertedly reveal, in the silence of my con-sealment.

Were the gods ever on my side? - a thorn, splitting wide my hide-ing, where in residing I forbade myself the pleasure of binding.

Quietude is where I rest, in waiting, as if for some-one, or, perchance, a some-thing I fear may not exist, and dread, even more, that it may, finally ending my nostalgic awaiting.

I started to construct a rhyme...wanting to expose what is mine...


But before I reached the final prosaic syllabus, I echoed like an emo, in my mind; a conspirator, laying down my traps drenched in false tears, hoping a hidden predator will appear to tear me apart - or was this my bait?

Worms crawl into my open wounds, little tiny maggots hungry for blood.
Vacuous insatiable pulsating stomachs wanting, so desperately, to be finally and completely fulfilled by what they cannot taste, nor entirely perceive.

I let them clean the rot my own cutting produced - silent blades slashing myself to bits and pieces to help me feel; tiny tongues lapping up my liquid essence before it is congealed and once more concealed behind my delicate skin.

Streams of thought, flowing out my mind, not given enough time to be damned up and harnessed to my electrifying will.
Too much contact will certainly burn someone to the core - cooked until my appetite shifts from eros to thanatos.

The more I know of them, the less I want from them.

'Once bitten twice shy', they say, always from the perspective of the victim, but I've found it to be equally true, if not more so, 'once tasted twice denied'...and I've tasted much over the years, mostly unintentionally, almost accidentally.
Why strive when existence does not spare you its surprises?
Why return to what has already been consumed, and digested?
Over time there's little you want to re-turn to, over and over again.

It's amazing what simpletons find pleasure in. A repetitive banality they rename to make it seem novel and exciting - or is it that, for them....like a goldfish reaching the end of its bowl and turning back to rediscover its "endless" span, once again.

One quickly grows tired of manimals, as one quickly grows tired of pets and children.
But vermin are particularly difficult to endure, because no matter what signs you give they never get the message and, like mosquitoes, buzz around hoping to get a reaction out of you, like an angry swat, a pointless shout, a final cry.
Vermin feed on such emotional reactions, having nothing else to validate them but their insatiable annoyance.

Just as each individual has his own pain threshold so does he have a love threshold - or should I say an addiction Rubicon?
Head over heels over the precipice, falling until they hit rock bottom.

When you've got nothing left to lose, that's when you've got everything to gain.

A slavish soul sits around waiting for its master to throw it some leftover crumbs off his symposium table, but is never invited to sit with him.

"I think...therefore I am..."
This gives more fodder to simpletons who wish 'self' would go away, and they can finally be "innocent" of everything that happens to them.
There is no "I" that thinks. Thinking is the "I"...just as choosing is the will - no will choosing.

I thought I had overcome this...but no....imbeciles keep drawing me back down....

Where eros rules, thanatos subsides; and where thanatos rules eros subsides.
Cycle of life.
Reason is birthed by both parents, and must overcome them both to be independent from them both.

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Satyr wrote:

Only fear produces respect. Where there is no fear, or even anxiety, there is no respect.

War, a la Heraclitus, is not to be created, not need/suffering, nor change, not chaos.... what which is, ought not to be our goal.
Our goal is towards what is nought, in relation to what is.
We strive towards immortality, towards omnipotence, towards omniscience, because it is naught, if it were so we would not need to strive at all, but we would simply, be.
Degenerates create the excuse that what is is unknown to us, so we strive towards what we already have, implying the greatest conspiracy theory ever imagined - a divine, godly, conspiracy.....for what reason?
To test us, say the Abrahamics. To test us for what has already been determined. In other words...for no reason at all.
We suffer only to suffer....to test our resolve, our faith, for what has already been determined, and is already known.
Self-deciet is already included in the faith of the desperate degenerate.

Even in the case of hedonism we can only conclude that a simple animal is driven by the pursuit of self-gratificaiton, in order to facilitate the risks and sacrifices required to make life possible. the desperate degenerate focuses on the animalistic means and ignores or denies the end, which only facilitates the means - self-referential solipsistic, on an animalistic scale.
An animal doesn't know why or how its impulse to relieve itself of its libidinal energies - it simply feels an urge to act and to9 accept all risks and costs as a necessary part of acting - its' only focus is expunging this spontaneous energy that arises from within it, as part of its being, without questioning from where or for what purpose.
it wants to fornicate because it feels good.

We, humans, are now in a state that we are now returning, reverting, to that minimalistic state of lower self-consciousness.
A method of self-deciet.

And I sing to the one who most obviously will not hear a word I say, the moon, seeing her bright and present, like the tails of a pheasant, taunting me with its shine.

The great curse of man, that he believes in the innate goodness of man and discovers the truth only after it is too late and he cannot undo his past naivete with his newfound cynicism.

The superior can empathize with the inferior without becoming lost in it; without confusion another for itself; the inferior cannot empathize with the superior, for it has nothing, in itself, to relate with what remains alien.
The inferior will sympathize/antipathize by projecting into the strange other what it understands of itself – it is the only way it can begin to understand what is beyond and/or above it; the superior has no restrictions because the inferior is what it has overcome in itself – it can empathize without succumbing to the emotionalism of sympathy/antipathy.

Example: a man can empathise with a primate - know it more than it can know itself - without feeling anything.
A primate cannot go beyond sympathy/antipathy for man - either/or, its pleasure/pain reactions; a primate cannot understand man beyond the primate level.

Empathy is to objectivity what sympathy/antipathy is to subjectivity.

Empathy, in its purest form, is impossible for a narcissist and/or a psychopath.
Overestimating and/or underestimating one-self, in relation to another, corrupts the mind’s capacity to untangle itself from emotional corruptions and personal prejudices.
Understanding another – getting into another’s mind – necessitates a repression of ego from the evaluation; a gradual elimination of oneself from projection, otherwise it becomes a simple matter of imagining oneself in another's circumstances.
Sympathy/Antipathy is a required step towards higher levels of empathy.

Narcissism is the antithesis of empathy – ego stands in the way for clarity to be cultivated. All the mind perceives are its own self evaluations, projected upon another, they can never accurately evaluate.
The standard for juxtaposing another is oneself – self-knowledge – and if this self-knowledge is inflated or deflated the outcome is warped. The Delphic command to “know thyself” is more than a vehicle of self-improvement, it is a necessary step towards understanding existence, i.e., multiplicities of otherness.

Empathy and sympathy are usually used as synonyms, but empathy only means that a mind can approximate, using visual cues and its own self-awareness, the feelings and thoughts of another. This harmonization of oneself with another does not necessarily mean that sympathy will be the final destination, as empathy can just as well lead to antipathy, on its way to indifference.
It is in indifference that man finds harmony with the cosmos, and it is indifference that power manifests: independence from otherness.
The impossibility of absolute states implies that omnipotence, and therefore indifference, and by extension empathy – omniscience – in its purest completest form, is impossible. There will always remain a corruptive component of ego, experienced as care, expressed as sympathy/antipathy. The ego will most often overestimate and sometimes underestimate itself; the latter erring on the side of caution and the former on the side of recklessness, viz., one placing its trust upon the known – precedent – and the other upon the unprecedented unknown.

Mistaking empathy for sympathy, and/or antipathy, exposes modern man’s increasing mediocrity and diminishing imagination; an imagination disconnected from reality can be led astray, into fantasy realms, and guided by promises of pleasure. Unable to imaginatively stretch their mind such men surrender creativity to others, who take the opportunity to exploit their inadequacy.

Knowing and understanding oneself is a starting requirement for the knowing and understanding another. It necessitates a third-person perspective of oneself, honesty, and courage to endure and to accept what is perceived. Only then can one even begin to fathom a strange otherness, starting with simple dualistic projections and advancing towards triangulations.

Only the human species can engage in “fifth-level-intentionality,” as evolution psychologists call it.
Our closest relatives, the chimpanzees, can only go so far as second-level intentionality, or about the level of a five year-old human, viz., projection of oneself into another’s circumstances; an easy way of understanding an alien otherness, through the presumption of similarity.
The method is so successful in turning an unknown, uncertain otherness into an intimately known selfness that the mind refuses to abandon or advance away from its comforting presumptions – advancing from similarity towards dissimilarity; a method that inevitably leads to the evolution of morality.

There is a danger to be found in empathy, from the third level of cognition and/or the third level of intentionality, upwards; a level where social behaviour and morality begins to take form as an ethical system; the danger is that of losing oneself in another, viz., ego becoming increasingly entangled in an-otherness, exposing it to the possibility of remaining alienated from itself, or to the temptation of completely negating itself, as a way of coping with the risks and costs of existing.

In the absence of complete knowledge the ignorant use what they can ever understand, and to the degree that they do, i.e., themselves. This is more so for minds that have decided that the degree of their own private inadequacies and vulnerabilities are universal truths.

Empathy is the ability to think as another, to feel as another, without being absorbed, losing oneself in them. But, for modern men this loss is desired, becoming for them the universal ambition of immersing themselves in the absolute otherness of the divine; willing to do anything to escape the price of existence, e.g., need/suffering, and the unbearable responsibility of participating in the determination of their own fate.

Emotive prose.. being flooded with thought and feeling, after an eternity of not? or so it reads to me.

When thoughts and feelings come flooding back.. like they did for me, after years of not.. they are ours to do with as we please.

A musical interlude:

nearly all laughing most people do through out their lives is just pure emulation, some times its genuine

Laughter = triggered by sudden confrontation with the world's unpredictable uncertainties - with order being corrupted by chaos.
Libidinal energies and those maintained in a constant state of controlled readiness - for fight/flight reactivity - are released in spasmodic, convulsive burst, similar to orgasms.
The sensation is one of expunging - relief through release, because said energies build up stresses s they accumulate and must be held back.

The connection of creativity - artistry - and procreativity is evident.
Artists redirect their libidinal energies towards creative goals - externalizing internal energies.
Innovation and art are such expunging externalizations.

A comedian triggers a defensive process with cascading consequences, by exposing the mind to what it canto confront or it cannot foresee - anxiety burst out in laughter.