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Introduction (Hi, I'm me. I'm not very social, so can this be my introduction please?).
An idea which repeats itself throughout the philosophic and esoteric traditions of the world, and also appears in as diverse and incommensurate places as the writings of Adolf Hitler* and the mythos** of Buddhism: there is a veil between the human being as he normally is and the human being as he is when he perceives the structure of existence in accord with his full potential for understanding. That veil may only be torn down by one means: the causation, experience, or witnessing of immense and overwhelming trauma.
Clearly, there are those who live lives of suffering without attaining to any kind of advanced or exceptional understanding. Those who I wish to discuss, though, are those already fertile for truth. Fertile, but requiring insemination. By what? Suffering. What child? Wisdom.
I have a somewhat radical take on the matter. Please bear with me and keep an open mind.
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* Mein Kampf, Chapter II: Years of Study and Suffering in Vienna.
** The exit from the palace and the encounter with death and suffering.
Essence
Perpetual sickness is often a war between two possibilities of being. An embodiment of the tipping point where no balance is achieved, and neither one nor the other is able to finally configure its counterforce in accordance with its own will. It is on such battlefields that knowledge is achieved: suffering and striving are concomitant, and in some that striving is a striving after understanding.
Understanding necessary to shed light upon the bloodshed within; driven by the inability to abide, which is only available to those who embody a relative stability or established order. The structure of existence is uncovered most by those* who have been enemies of it, victims of it, and predators of it– those whose body** is war, and who must make sense of their own sickened frenzy and repeated self-harm. Only they have fear enough to take up understanding as a sword, and to fight their way into the light.
Humans can tolerate pain. Humans can tolerate darkness***. It is an excess of the former in the latter that, in a rare few, reacts to produce some little wisdom.
The above poses something of a problem: is wisdom not a symptom of pathology?
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*Not all of such, but by those of such who pursue understanding.
**‘Body’, here, subsumes all. Read ‘mind’.
***Read: unknowing.
Afterthought
It is only that suffering, that sheer force of experience that renders all limitations and reservations and false pretenses meaningless, that allows those who could understand to actually understand. And comfort is what prevents the potentially trans-personal mind from striving beyond the present and the easy and the looks-intelligent-to-say to the aeonic structural oscillations which underlay such easy transient petty-cleverness.
One more thing to bear in mind: we are all children of Nietzsche. He has permeated us, his structural evaluations are now ours. He was sick for his whole life.
An idea which repeats itself throughout the philosophic and esoteric traditions of the world, and also appears in as diverse and incommensurate places as the writings of Adolf Hitler* and the mythos** of Buddhism: there is a veil between the human being as he normally is and the human being as he is when he perceives the structure of existence in accord with his full potential for understanding. That veil may only be torn down by one means: the causation, experience, or witnessing of immense and overwhelming trauma.
Clearly, there are those who live lives of suffering without attaining to any kind of advanced or exceptional understanding. Those who I wish to discuss, though, are those already fertile for truth. Fertile, but requiring insemination. By what? Suffering. What child? Wisdom.
I have a somewhat radical take on the matter. Please bear with me and keep an open mind.
--
* Mein Kampf, Chapter II: Years of Study and Suffering in Vienna.
** The exit from the palace and the encounter with death and suffering.
Essence
Perpetual sickness is often a war between two possibilities of being. An embodiment of the tipping point where no balance is achieved, and neither one nor the other is able to finally configure its counterforce in accordance with its own will. It is on such battlefields that knowledge is achieved: suffering and striving are concomitant, and in some that striving is a striving after understanding.
Understanding necessary to shed light upon the bloodshed within; driven by the inability to abide, which is only available to those who embody a relative stability or established order. The structure of existence is uncovered most by those* who have been enemies of it, victims of it, and predators of it– those whose body** is war, and who must make sense of their own sickened frenzy and repeated self-harm. Only they have fear enough to take up understanding as a sword, and to fight their way into the light.
Humans can tolerate pain. Humans can tolerate darkness***. It is an excess of the former in the latter that, in a rare few, reacts to produce some little wisdom.
The above poses something of a problem: is wisdom not a symptom of pathology?
-But the seventh men called PERDURABO; for enduring unto The End (Aleister Crowley).I distrust any thoughts uttered by any man whose health is not robust.
All other thoughts are surely symptoms of disease.
Yet these are often beautiful, and may be true within the circle of the conditions of the speaker.
And yet again! Do we not find that the most robust of men express no thoughts at all? They eat, drink, sleep, and copulate in silence.
What better proof of the fact that all thought is dis-ease?
We are Strassburg geese; the tastiness of our talk comes from the disorder of our bodies.
We like it; this only proves that our tastes also are depraved and debauched by our disease.
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*Not all of such, but by those of such who pursue understanding.
**‘Body’, here, subsumes all. Read ‘mind’.
***Read: unknowing.
Afterthought
It is only that suffering, that sheer force of experience that renders all limitations and reservations and false pretenses meaningless, that allows those who could understand to actually understand. And comfort is what prevents the potentially trans-personal mind from striving beyond the present and the easy and the looks-intelligent-to-say to the aeonic structural oscillations which underlay such easy transient petty-cleverness.
One more thing to bear in mind: we are all children of Nietzsche. He has permeated us, his structural evaluations are now ours. He was sick for his whole life.