And welcome to “This is your lifeâ€!!!
Seriously….what’s with all the building metaphors?
What are you so anxious to construct?
A safe haven?
An impregnable fortress?
A monument to your passing?
A kitchen, Satyr. Weren’t you paying attention?
Not a real kitchen, obviously, because it was made out of trees and canvas man, and didn’t have running water.
It’s only you who thinks building is a metaphor, Satyr. To me it is what it is. Man does not really exist when he isn’t building, cultivating, creating.
Why am I ‘anxious to construct?’ Because I am human.
Well, I think you may be making Rousseau’s mistake here:
“The next stop was the sweet sentiment of existence, no longer immediately accessible to civilized man but recoverable by him. When under its spell, we can with certainty say to ourselves, “This is what I really am, what I live for,” with the further conviction that the same must be so for all other men.”
[Allan Bloom, The Closing of the American Mind, Values, with my emphasis.]
Not everyone has Soul Urge number 4, you know.
So now you think you are a destroyer, eh Sauwelios?
[giggle]
A revealing pathos of genuine nihilism and an aversion to architecture and organization, earthly strength and constitution; objects frighten you Saully, and sentient constructions remind you more and more of the gratuity of existence. You want “out of your body” and out of this world…it is too much for you.
You physically inverted and sick creature, you…its a matter of your health, I hope. Lethargic and spoiled inside, routine and mundane, your life in Amsterdam. Books everywhere across your room, the same old friends, the same old rituals. As you rot inside you create entropic dark pathological sentiments about the universe, your Crowleyian metaphysics and attempts to make Nietzsche cryptic and esoteric.
Oh Saully, you just need to get out more. If you have a bicycle I think you should ride it, for no man can think evil thoughts while riding his bicycle.
I have built actual chairs and tables when I did DIY for my room, models of cannel boats when I worked for the National Waterways Museum UK, animal masks when I volunteered at a kindergarten at York, plastic planes when I was a kinder myself, and expensive first generation transformers thanks to my father being breakeven broker in the late eighties when Hengsheng was crashing out after the Dow, but never, an actual shackhouse or anything remotely that consuming. My greatest accomplishment so far in this field, is a descaled facade for a self designed resturant, mainly with wood, glass and grass. I wanted to employ marble and mosiac for surface polishing, but the teacher said that my model was already grade A. To this day I regret I actually listened to that guy, he was just jealous. I occasionally dream of the model facade in its intended full marble and mosiac glory, standing on the top shelf of my school’s workshop, serving as an educational monument for later generations of young architects to come. It has been some years, I do not believe that it is still displayed there, and I have dumped my project portfolio when I decided not to study for graphics or architecture.
The shit that I have been building recently are econometric models and derivatives of equities. I regret careering after my paternal heritage, for I could be working for Bauhaus already had I studied designing. Now I slim chance to get into JPMorgan. They do not want creativity on the CV, stupid bankers want tough, stark, dark and fast bitches like Rice. Fuck that. I am capable of designing trilliondollor portfolios in the headoffice by transcending and mathematicising my creative skills, while Rice was just capable of mopping the floor of NYSE with her leathershoes. The human resources department of investment banks need me to lecture them on existentialism and transcendental aethetics.
Sounds good, Uniqor.
You can work for me if you don’t get the job. Prolly start you out at around ten since you built a table once in woodshop. In less than three months you’d have the potential to be a master carpenter, and I could give you a major raise and a company work truck. I am, after all, a Capitalist, and I can most certainly make you make me rich.
But that’s only if you don’t land the job as a philosopher. There is a market today for bourgeois philosophy in academia. You could even get a BMW with a personalized plate.
Cool. I’ll pm you.
But hang on… who told you I am landing on a job that gives me a personalised car plate? But what exaclty is “a company work truck”?.. You are mean, man.
My radical proposition, not necessarily concerning you but merely the detrop who is your cyber manifest, is that I start off working in investment analysis in the City while saving my salary for a Maybach 67. Then you come down to London, swim if you have to, and run my escort business by being the driver, the scot and the recruiter in one, getting a tripple salary. We serve high profile clients residing in and around Kensington, nasty oily blondes who fantasise about macho plummers and chatty carpenters with exotic hairdoes without tops. I hope you master American, English, French and Arabic so to widen the range of our clientile porfolio, afterall London is very metropolitain, though Latin will not help there, it is for me to occasionally impress scholars in the Bank of England in order to get leak on the Chancellor. You can brag some Marx and pluck a Zappa, while flipping the bitches like you flip the posts. In no time, to be conservative, you will be overcashing Mike Tyson and I’ll manage the acquicistion of the ILP estate for us. To be optimistic, however, I will be overcashing Richard Brandson once you pin down Golden Brown’s wife, or himself. Whateva man, up to you. The harder you try, the more we buy.
With a handsome account, we can think about lauching the revolution manifesto from ILP. Recruiting impenitent and futureman, you train them, I pay them. Imp wears his Hume mask, Futrama wears his Chomsky makeup, you will be fine. I coordinate cartesian vectors via our private satillite and your lead the team storming the Bank of America as practise for an ultimate wooping off Federal Reserve. We assasinate the senators, buy off the representatives, sending the generals to Iraq as warloads and putting the judges behind bars. Then we safely move in, the White House.
You can form the cabinet and setup the police, et cetera. You can fire Condo Rice and hire Hilary Clinton, anybody of your choice. You can ride a shortgun into Harvard arresting those who personalise their plates. You can have all kinds of parties in the House, rebuild a wood version of it if you like. And you can retire into the ancient palace of Baghdad and have Saddam’s old seat, by the table of which you can plot with your warlords an invasion of Lebon. I don’t give a shit if do Palestine as well, just make sure you keep the Jews where they are.
You will be on frequent diplomatic missions to China, involving recieving lectures from senior members of the communist party of Mao’s Gurrilalogy and Sun’s Warcraft. I will be counting on you to infiltrate and steal the uranium from that Korean millsile tosser, leading a blitzkriz sea invasion of Japan in coilation with the Chinese navy, and clearing off the last sumurai within 3 years on all four islands. You’ll be a rocking Che like nobody’s business. Do not crown yourself Emperor of Japan by kidnapping their emperess, respect their culture in full. Only marry the royale daughter after you shave the French wig and adopt Bushido, then work your way gradually up the family tree. Later you can set your eyes westward on Mongolia, just bear in mind, whatever we do we do it for the eventuality of conquoring mother Russia. And don’t torture Putin, I have special use instored for him… no, not really. Put him into a judo ring with two Eskimo/Polarbear hybrids extracted from the Seberian woods.
Of course, I just want the oval office where I manage the economy to support my constitution drawn on Nietzschean philosophy. I want to dig up and deck up Fritz’s body and stiffen it up, sticking a new moustache, and crusify it on top the dome of the Congress. I won’t forget the rest of ILP either. They will be the gestapo that monitors the representatives for me, under their chief, alookcanbreakya.
“Alle menschen verden bruder…”, the Ninth shall be our anthem. Our sky shall be bright, where lucid bulky clouds take the smiling faces of Heidegger.
Thus I dreamt everyday, trop, until I decided to be an investment banker, at least for the time being.
…hmm.
Let me think about it.
…
…um, no. I stand by my principles and will not profit from the labour of another. Surely there will be several people below me on the pay scale and I cannot feel honest in such a setting.
Thank goodness.
=D>
Only Uniqor could write that.
I mean no offense, man. I have not said that I love you only because liquid and the others have been around.
You feel shame in your love for me, Uni, after all these years? Embarrassed?
Well I can’t believe this.
A shallowness before the crowd and a refusal to commit; if the crowd does not applaud me…then it shant applaud you. You are not certain enough in your alliance because you are concerned with what the masses think about me and do not wish to jeopardize your reputation with such associations.
Well then, my guards will escort you out…
Thank you for creating this thread, Satyr, in my honor.
I’m wondering why nobody has asked about the second-story landing on the cabin which has no railing.
I have pictures of the unfinished elaborate deck system we later framed on the first story, as well as the railing on the landing.
If you will rest easier knowing that the cabin is safe, inspected and built to code, I’ll post the pictures.
Makes perfect sense, detrop. But perfectly misreads my post. Let me explain. Read at your own risk. I am loose cannon when it comes to people, as interpreted so. For me, there is no such thing as loose cannon.
This is your own problems regarding your own experiences, it is partially the kind of frustration that prevaided you during all these years, trop, your preoccupation with receptibility and popularity on this site compells you to ruminate over things to extents as such. The simple fact is that nobody else here concerns these issues as much as you do. And nobody else, in their posts, effortedly strive to psychologically provide accomodations with specific redering effects in mind. Your humors, articulations, humanism, all serve together under the purpose of killing “detrop” and transform it into whatever is the French word for “adj. the wanted; the welcomed”. You create an image of yourself, actualise your ideal image here on ILP, by prolongly and subtly shaping and forming the opinions about you, opinions that you treasure. As you suggested in your earlier post somewhere else in the ranthouse. Quite clear and evidently, you exposue your existentiality more than anyone else. ILP is very attractive for you, as I believe, for this reason.
I love you also for this reason, it is self overcoming and creativity. But that love is nevertheless constrained to an extent, not for the reason you alleged, but because I think you exhibit a deep manipulative ambition and its associated inner void that establishes disgenuine bonding. You are highly sensitive to the intricate powerplays inbetween lines, you edit your posts in a very feminine manner. A single word, for you, change the world. I just observed you altering a mere word in the other forum. Very interesting, and lovable and contemptible, they all go together for me. You interpret the attitudes behind the posts, as first priority. I have no illusion about ultruism, everything people do they do for themselves. But the ways you do things for yourselve, brother, is explicit and strike people as if you recieved no social refinement tunning. Self awareness is for you not an integrated part, like for most people they and their self awareness are one. Your detachment enables you to employ self awareness as a tool, a device to help your socialisation. That is why you appear explicit and original, which you in fact are. You are outgoing in a fundamental manner, for your will is directed towards others, towards a interpenetrative bonding and dissolution with others. This gives you the edge of crystal discernment, sharp objectivity, social passion, et cetera.
When you abuse that edge, you effectively retreat into your solitude. It happens when you simplify the subtle interactions and complex relationships. You have faith in dialectics and logics, but humanity in its actions are beyond those. In this sense, you are naive pragmatically, it serves against your purpose. This naivete comes out of you to others and strike them as if you are joking. There you create a social trap for yourself, where, you think you are being yourself and doing your best, but people think you are being intentionally superfacial and hence refrain from profoundly interacting with you. When they finally get them to go beyond their superfacial role-assuming with you, you are incapable of dealing with them beyond the superfaical level. Because you are superfacial, you have completely embodied your theorectical objectivities and dialectical absolutes. You are killing your the deepest part of your humanity here, even though you think you are begetting and discovering it. Which in effect, you are, but the deepest are not discoverable by such. This deepest humanity chaos that defines logic would be your ultimate acquicision.
Then again, I am merely talking about you as detrop, your cyber manifest. But as a compliment, that detrop manifest is more successfully styled than most. Styling, all these qualities that you possess are the basic requirements for walking the Nietzschean way, thus I can speak of a love with regard to you. I cannot speak of love to anyone who is herdish, moral and hopelessly social. For them, Nietzschean way is as relevent as Milky Way. For you, Nietzsche offers you the ultimate solution. I am not sure if you like Nietzsche for that offering or for somthing else. For you to take that offering, is to overcome one more time - overcome your reliance and conviction in your strongest qualities, which, as I explained all along, are working as a barrier stopping you from making this particular overcoming day by day. I make such assertion because your post here is a demonstration of that trouble. You are totally negating there against me. I hope you do something different about this post. This post is afterall of my understanding of you. It suggests no explicit remedy for your pain, it does not even explicitly define or formulate what your pain is. It is at a phenomenological and hernuenmentical stage.
This is what I mean. You have made projections upon these people which are offensive. Therefore these people take you to be an offender and thought lowly of you. However, I never merely took you as an offender nor as a subtle/perverted offender who occassionaly flatter, for all these are actions, and actions are superfacialities. Seeing through these superfacialitiy fundamentally, still trying, makes me to affirm you on the whole and regarding you as a Nietzschean subject. I love all subjects of Nietzsche as such. I did not speak in favour of you or for you, because I affirm their negation against you, too. I chose not to, I chose to witness you existing in their eyes as that. I mind my own beeswax.
You want me to say more than five things about you, again, you got it. As I said, you are welcome to say things about me. But I will be very surprised if you can say much, firstly because what you just said was not promising, secondly I my existence only exists in masking. I have been destructing myself for over ten years now. I can say onto you that my solitude is a kind which would scare most of you towards madness. My existentiality exists in this text right here right now, but this is never the case for you, it would be unimaginably dangerous for you. You mask unessentially. I mask and I become my mask. There is nothing of me outside my texts. Your existential traits can be discerned in their relation the existential pool at large, the farther you stand away from it, the more clear is you. You appear most clearly because you are most away from the pool. I do not pertain to the pool in any relation in this dimension. If you think you are not congenial enough, you would be wrong. If you think you are rebellious enough, you would be wrong too. You killed your rebelliousness in favour of your congeniality a long time ago, all as a process of your self overcoming. But overcoming does not kill as such as negation, it only encompasses and swallows and fuses. You show no sign of integrating the opposites naturally, instead you appear to be mood swining and mode driven, suggesting that you have overcame in an unessential way.
I love liquidangel above you because, I am a power snob as I am Nietzschean, her power draws me. Your power is not as drawing for me, because it is a power of dialectics, not intuition. She is more Nietzschean than you, even though she does not read Nietzsche. You read Nietzsche, but you do not affirm his fundamental principles. This is a nice summary.
Uniqor that was awesome but I’m a bit suspicious…did you google the capricorn sun sign and paste the profile you found?
I am an idealist, sure, but a Nietzschean idealist instead of a Kantian idealist. We are not so different, if you can quantify instead of endlessly qualify like Kant did.
Alas, says Fritz, those people were too reactive. They did not affirm the world to the extent that would allow them to quantify instead of qualify. That is to say, that would allow them to overpower Plato. Nobody can overpower plato if he only qualifies, for Plato was the ultimate qualifier that will always encompass you. Plato was the chicken who simplied sundry and agressive pre-Socratic ontologies into a dualism. He bore an egg. Later observers wonder which came first, Plato or the egg? According to Descartes, Plato thought therefore Plato was. According to Hume, egg evidently gives birth to chicken. Then Kant comes along says: Plato had the egg idea hence was able to produce it. Who give Plato the idea? God, god exists in the ideal world and a world which we cannot see. So for Kant, basically, the dualism is heaven and earth. He and Plato essentially stood together, as religious, as opposed to the atheists who divided heaven and earth, and tried to qualify the world as one or the other.
The question is, why did they seperate Plato’s dualism but later people did not seperate Kant’s dualism? What is the subtle difference between Plato and Kant that gives Kant the impecability and convincibility?
Nietzsche provides the anwser. Kant achieved overcoming against dualism religion to such an extent so that he discovered the techne of quantification. Kant’s dualism is a monist inclined, monist based philosophy in dualist disguise and influence. Ask Kant this, who gave God the idea of man that God created man and installed it into man, id est, who created and God? Who, then, created this God creator? The question goes towards infinity, suggesting a chicken egg problem. Kant anwsers, causa sui… Nietzsche says, Jesus Christ… Nietzsche explains his epistemology of qualificational thinking and quantificational thinking, with regard to his onotology of perspectivism which says that quality is quantity - make no mistake: Fritz dual not.
Dualism is dead, Nietzsche says, heaven and earth is dead. Do not qualify anything, do not even think about it. God is dead, people, you are half believers and half disbelievers. I do not ask you to disbelieve completely, because then I would make the same mistake of dualism. I ask you to believe in a new god. Where is he? Ecce homo. That is right, I am the new god whether you acknowledge or not. You can take me down only if you become the Overman. But, overman remains the Zarathustran teaching. So, I will always be your god of monism, no matter where you go, I will eternally return to you. I not the ultimate qualifier, who was Plato, but I am the ultimate quantifier. I underlies Plato et al.
How do you ever overcome such quntum monism? How do you quantify without regard to monism? How can you even think about doing something different? Heidegger says, you can’t, that was the end of western philosophy.
There, came long the quintifiers… this quintification of the universe is so powerful so that everybody these days can but talk rorts… Heidegger was right. Nietzsche attained the western philosophical ideal and thereby transcended it into obscurity, into rorty.
The final product of western philosophy, newest in line, is the Philosophical Lexicon, by Daniel Dennett. Check it out if you have not already. It is the summer fruit of western thinking.
I am eager to promote this product. It combines philosophy of language, philosophy of mind, history of philosophy, application of philosophy, and so on. I think it defines and initiates the future scope of the philosophical business. More entries from the Lexicon below.
I think ILP will advantagiate from such a lexicon of its own, too.
Very funny.
Did I start this thread?
Cool.
You should have built an outhouse first.
A…preemptive build.
Milikowskian
Who the hell was talking to you?
I just noticed a common theme in all his pictures.
I connected it to an anxious desire to build something personal, to leave something behind.
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