Your rant, has nothing to do with this topic. It’s the center pillar of your argument, and has utterly nothing to do with this topic. I will repeat, it has nothing to do with this topic.
Your having a hissy fit because your trying to reconcile me, as being ‘stereotypical of Americans’… I already pointed out to you how absurd this is. I do not live a stereotypical lifestyle reflective of at the very least this generation of Americans. You would be hard press to find a briad social category you can give to a sociologist and honestly point to being atypical without them looking at you sideways.
Your reacting from a duress and inability to comprehend and incorporate diverse packets of information about how people think and why they think. Your always going to be prone to stereotyping people who are NOT LIKE YOU into wide categories, with little endear standing of their individual complexity or social complexities having far more depth than your blanket criteria gives them credit for.
A human being, even under mono group think conditions, are still highly complex individuals. When the Nazis were gassing the Jews… a population they simplified, stereotyped and demonized- much like you towards Americans, they were killing 6 million very unique individuals. We only commemorate the musicians, poets, and doctors who went to their deaths, we have yet to figure out how to make the watchmaker, the baker, the gardener, and the butcher and the bankers as noble in our movies.
Each one of those people had psychological pressures as complex and complicated as any you had in your life. Their skin too felt the relief of the rain, the sorrow and despair if a lost love, the hard knocks of a childhood, of people applauding their jokes. They had objects they cherished, and sunsets they would forever cherish. They also had fear, uncertainty. Empathy. Social constraints and conditioning on behaviors.
I’m a people watcher. I see a sea if flesh, nebulas automata, a unrealized beast machine operating in the midst of its own flapping flesh. I’m not against any particular aspect of this sea. I love the sea, I am of it. But just like a old printed text, rivers start to spout between the conscious thoughts and words if the algorithms we all play by, we become segregated and differ in outward behavior and clothing, in culture and bahavior. Your distrust of me, or ‘Americans’, the Nazis of the ‘Jewish Conspiracy’, the Maoist of the ‘Capitalist Roaders’, many upon many more to be named… it’s a reflection of the trend of hatred and self destruction we wreck upon our own brothers, and our own individual humanity.
To a high degree, looking back to texts like the Ctnic Epistles, a roman era collection on Cynic works, we can see the keen insight the Cynics already had in this era with the paradoxes of identity and the other, of the investigations into society, to seek out the basis of our beliefs, as early sociologists, and to internally digest it, reflecting ourselves and others on that standard. It’s a process that doesn’t straddle the Subjective-Objective divide if modern philosophy, its a horse of a different color completely, and it beckons us to look at a different kind of philosophy.
That other kind is statecraft and strategy… it’s survived into modern times. That is what I use here. They thought patterns that I use is usually associated in our culture with ‘the state’, most Anarchist tend to wretch at it at first glance not comprehending that its a much wider dialectic than they are aware if, and that their tradition is in fact a part if it.
It’s a ancient philosophy with Practicioners as good as Aristotle in it, in fact, he was. The Cynics were a part since those times. In my youth, I gained a early attraction to it and absorbed a lot. When U came across the Cynic works, I was able to quickly identify.
Now… what do I see when I look at China and India? A very ancient play of human nature, a insert position and juxtaposition position if several pass philosophers who show up, speak beyond the grave and disappear just as quickly, chimeras bonded to the ignorant passions of human flesh, flesh in the same sea I swim in. They are all my relatives, and many will produce descendants who will genetically bond in time with what comes after me.
I’m concerned with this musical instrument, the mivung fingers stroking the strings… the motives and intents driving men forward to violence, the acoustics… the deposition of the terrain and tactical synthesis, and the music… the strategy.
The end is always the same, men moving and acting, people die. I’m concerned with the scope, and what comes afterwards. Because in life, we all die- I can’t stop death… but I have a say, a voice, to express how we as human should strive to live… and living alone is intolerable, we always end up looking to one another time and time again.
My objection is never to the individual, the living individual. It’s to how we accept our roles in this ever broadening flower of life, in the shape of every petal we form on our collective organism. It’s a bottom up approach in each and every case, you seek out the good in every individual. Sometimes in compassion, other times through clever themes and games if pretend, the presentation of paradox, the gadfly, and in some intolerable disgusting men you out play them in their own game.
The options are as diverse as the scope of our humanity. The surface area of a flower is greater than the width of it’s total area… and to be a proper Cynic much must in time be folded by the very nature of that same mystery.
Know there is very little that is stereotypical about me, except everything, and by this, nothing. I am the presentation of paradox, yet can always be handled as a fool and imbecile. It’s what makes me approachable and to a degree tolerable. Know the most terrible aspects of our collective thoughts swirl within me, as well as the liveliest and most redeeming. My every failure is a measured ambition reflected in the best of men, and my successes are questionable. I learn, I effect… others carry those effects as I the individual fade away, forgotten.
To be a Cynic you must live with being forgotten for what is most redeeming in you, and despised for the lesson in paradox you are remembered, with the lesson irritably at play in the subconscious. It’s how it’s always been.
Now… You choose this thread. What I said at the beginning, several times, over and over… what you posted had nothing to do with this topic. You used this topic as a proxy, trying to impress your psychological pressures and destress, both triggered and via apparent feedback projected upon, of what is essentially a ‘you problem’.
Your near grasping this, in trying to rodeo the reverse in saying it was me who solicited YOU to post in the CHINESE-INDIAN thread (as it obviously has everything to do with you, as I posted it solely to catch your attention, knowing you were ethnically Indo-Chinese with a house nearby), inflaming you by being stereotypically American by presenting a knowledge of international politics- which is stereotypically Anerica, explaining the phenomena, using elements of statecraft originating in classical authors PRIOR to the birth of Christ, from non-western countries. Because that is sooooo Anerican.
That was very clever of me, how I entrapped you, laid this thread in bait for you, dragged a ancient philosophy like statecraft and cynicism behind me, and then called you out, making you look like a fool and embarrassing you, all because you and I have this deep, personal shared history together and I’ve always had this grudge against you, from ‘that time’… That mythical point in time… and also because I am American, and that’s what we do. We wear cowboy hats and shoot in the air, and don’t grasp how correct and naturally normal and mainstream you actually are. Especially you, the axis mundi of the universe.
So let everyone know, Silhouette caught me red handed, this is not a cry out for help on her end, from psychological pressure if detestation and superiority on her part she doesn’t comprehend. I am exactly as she expressed me as being, I am the phantom, the chimera, the one who is less, and she is the one who is naturally greater, more. Her views and understanding of others us always correct. In the dictionary, her picture is next to normality, and she has it all figured out. If you are of a nationality she does not like, and you express a opinion she doesn’t care for, especially if your one if those Americans, your wrong, and people of every other nationality is automatically aligned with you, Silhouette, in complete agreement, and are right by majority vote.
Silhouette is always right, I am a fool, not even properly the philosophy I claim to follow, the ultimate fraud and hoax, a madman escaped from the madhouse, a mangally dog loose in the run.
Or…
this could be just what it is. You, a person, reacting against the intolerable in another as it challenges you, and you choose this place of all unwise places, to make a stand. Are you ready to look into the mirror? When we challenge another we challenge ourselves. Where is my humanity? As a monster. can I be redeemed? These are alien thoughts, selfishly preserved for ourself. We say this to ourselves, not others. We expect them to understand.
Here I am, your monster, I present myself to you. How much of yourself can you see in me? How much of me is lacking in you? How much of wveryman is lacking in you? Does blood pulse through our veins, or the sands of time? Are we but phantoms of your catatonic desert your unable to incorporate into yourself. There is no one here but you, this text, but swigges in the sands. Wake up