Walk in the park. Birds chirping.A slight breeze.Mountain top.
Hollywood Hills.
Stars’ homes strewn over the downhill terrain, strewn across a wide scale , reflecting hazy desert like visions vapor fixing from the black asphalt.
It is here decades ago made commitment to reveal the immediacy of time and now reluctant to admit a revelation of self realization but eye opened to potentionality.
Hermit means - remete just found it - in Hungarian, and I had it for a while but lost again this necessary congruence. I won’t look to Google translator, those shortcuts weaken the structural coherency of the brain, so I will wait until it comes back.
Hermetically sealed into the times when an obvious association appears, Herman’s Hermits comes alive strengthen the bond with Proust.
Now for the eyes, the transparent/invisible a man walking up a hill, ghost like, Cantor’s insanity, universals, -the one and the many.
Nietzsche was on a poetic flight as well, similarly lost it, and iwith determination not to, as well, with Karen horney’s help, and Rudolf Steiner’s self initiation.into the obscure.
On a rush, or by an onrush of mania yo remember this momentous fairly often repeated track, Siddharta appearing and vaning mortified of loosing that which is the immutable one for whom all these theatrics are played out, over and over again, the will of understanding having long ago for fries its right to rationality, now, seeks refuge in the mysterious and the veiled.
The seminal taste of the knowledge of love can be transcended, and it does not leave a bitter taste of vanity , on the contrary, it negates the simulated satisfaction that goes with repeated acts of love, instead, the soul of the other opens up.
Taking this venue after the exasperated attempts to analyze Trumpism, not giving up on the notion, but breaking away from the slime, with which political machines try to rid themself of residual lubrication.
The one and the only one , for which heaven and earth open their very kind gates to those that absolutely seek it , remains no mystery, and the living words do somehow magically come alive. That one, is shrouded in the team’s of recording intelligibility, dusty covers , their gold bindings remain eternally in very far away hidden libraries, relics of a very long ago, far far away time , which can come alive immediately, but only to the self initiated. No one can be initiated, even by a crowlyian metaphoric flight, no one can seduce Him, who finds the referentiality of the world upon him an impossible secret garden to trek to.
This is why the transcendental should be elevated, even if, that lends itself to an absolute regression.
The ‘should’ should overcome the ‘is’, but on what ground?
I have a pet turtle who I feed before having a bite to it, because she likes to perch on top of a brick I placed for her .
The ought is for be able to see her gynologocal depth of the turtles beneath her infinitely. Ice been trying to maker friends with her unsuccessfully for the almost 20 years I have her but feel I’m making inroads.of three babies she survived, of the other two; one escaped , I found her shell years later, the third has his penis bitten off by one of the competing females
The strong female was the most unsociable, the others eagerly surfaced at feeding time
Actually the one becomes one, in terms is self knowledge, through a practice, in most cases, revealing this urgency early in life. This urgency of realizing both: the fear associated with early termination as an instulimxtual awareness of qiantatime,coupled with determination to somehow go into denial mode, through the Heglelian method of reasoning a third way, so anti art in a pinnacle wherein there is no more travail.
This mode categorizes the route step by step, the length of which is assumably of infinite duration. This exasperated the difference modernity has injected into this kind of perception, causing a conflict between awareness and thought. The result caused short circuits of unfathomable proportions, and it is to this new cave that Nietzsche is signaling to.
Realization actually can reverse this process, by practice, never really getting to absolute zero, but in rarer cases, the short circuit actually can short circuit IT’s self, by a constant reversal and de-differentiation.
What throws some people is the inability to differentiate a secondary de-differentiation from a primary one, in fact, there is a world of difference.
Kant trudged the same hillside through his life , never having notably travel anywhere outside his home town. Kierkegaard also tries to make his bride to be love him. There is a connection between any two things, or beings, and the person who can stand this relevance, may develop the strength of will to sustain empathy for the world, and not sink into Welt Schmertze.