My favorite quotes of Emile Cioran

Joker · August 10, 2007, 10:22pm

Book: On the heights of despair. EM Cioran

[b]On Not Wanting To Live.

There are expiriences which one cannot survive, after which one feels that there is no meaning left in anything. Once you have reached the limits of life, having lived to extremity all that is offfered at those dangerous borders, the everyday gesture and the usual aspiration lose their seductive charm. If you go on living, you do so only through your capacity for objectification, your ability to free yourself, in writing, from the infinite strain. Creativity is a temporary salvation from the claws of death.

I feel I must burst because of all that life offers me and because of the prospect of death. I feel that I am dying of solitude, of love, of despair, of hatred, of all that this world offers me. With every expirience I expand like a balloon blown up beyond it’s capacity. The most terrifying intensification bursts into nothingness. You grow inside, you dilate madly until there are no boundries left, you reach the edge of light, where light is stolen by night, and from that plenitude as in a savage whirlwind you are thrown straight into nothingness.

Life breeds both plenitude and void,exuberance and depression. What are we when confronted with the interior vortex which swallows us into absurdity? I feel my life cracking within me from too much intensity, too much disequilibrium. It is like an explosion which cannot be contained, which throws you up in the air along with everything else. At the edge of life you feel that you are no longer master of the life within you, that subjectivity is an illusion, and that uncontrollable forces are seething inside you, evolving with no relation to a personal center of a definite,individual rhythm. At the edge of life everything is an occasion for death. You die because all there is and all there is not.

Every expirience is in this case a leap into nothingness. When you have lived everything life has offer you to a paroxysm of supreme intensity, you have reached the stage at which you can no longer expirience anything, because there is nothing left. Even if you have not exhausted all the possibilities of these expiriences, it is enough to have lived the principal ones to their limit. And when you feel that you are dying of loneliness, despair, or love all that you not expirienced joins in this endlessly sorrowful procession.

The feeling that you cannot survive such whirlwinds also arises from a consummation on a purely inner plane. The flames of life burn in a closed oven from which the heat cannot escape.

Those who live on an external plane are saved when from the outset: but do they have anything to save when they are not aware of any danger? The paroxysm of interior expirience leads you to regions where danger is absolute, because life which self conciously actualizes its roots in expirience can only negate itself. Life is too limited and too fragmentary to endure great tensions. Did not all the mystics feel that they could not live after their great ectasies?

What could they expect from this world, those who sense, beyond the normal limits, life , loneliness, despair and death?[/b]

Joker · August 10, 2007, 10:49pm

Updated.

I’ll post more later.

Timocrates · August 11, 2007, 1:46am

Please do post more. These are entertaining to read and vary witty =D>

Joker · August 12, 2007, 5:35pm

You should read my favorite writing of his that deals with the apocalypse.

I’ll post more sometime in the future.

Aidan_Mclaren · August 13, 2007, 6:30am

Joker · August 13, 2007, 8:18pm

Have you read his verse on the apocalypse?

Aidan_Mclaren · August 14, 2007, 5:20am

No, I haven’t.

Joker · August 14, 2007, 9:58pm

I’ll post it for you tomorrow.

Pandora · August 19, 2007, 12:40am

You can read some of “On the Heights of Despair” on books.google.com

Dan1 · August 19, 2007, 2:37am

My comments unto EM Cioran

Human Sentience:

Sentience is based on awareness. My vision and my thoughts, my smell and my taste -- these are all awareness-based, reactive systems. Each is sensual, and good sensuality results in an expanded or refreshed consciousness, in the same way that good exercise makes the muscle stronger. When the nose or the tongue becomes numb, and can no longer feel good or bad about what they are exposed to, that is akin to a blindness of the senses. And at this point the body becomes more senseless. Becoming senseless is a process which happens to every part of the human body as time goes on. Each part becomes eventually number and dumber.

Persons born into luxury soon lose their appreciation for everything, in the same way that one goes blind after stairing for too long directly into the sun. Overstimulation of any kind leads to a warped or a destroyed sense. The flashy media, addictive products, pornography and chemicals all overflow into these nations of today, resulting in the warping and destruction of all of the senses. I'm well aware of my own insanities, and that alone was a great step for me, because most peoples are not really aware of how ignorant and insane that each of them are. They have made everything into a religion: mystical, captivating and mandatory on the outside, rotten and pointless on the inside.

My being unappreciative or bored of myself has to do with my becoming numb to myself, blind to myself, unable to fully feel myself anymore. Pain is more memorable than the common or the pleasant, and thus logicians become highly negative persons; this was their only option, as most of the normal and moderate memories all have faded away, whilst traumas eternally imprint themselves strongly unto the mind, changing one's life and one's psychological future forever.

Dan's~ Psionics Diary:

Nulled structures [can] become zero-point solids, which are much more stable than the macro forces in astari.
The macros of astari become more unstable as they become more intense, so one must shift over to the enulled ZPF as soon as possable.
The properly enulled is not gone, though it becomes invisible only because it no longer bares radiation; all radiation is waste, and thus the mortality of all burning stars.

(Of surprise to the human, shape and form is radiation, and always bares a rate of self-killing. All physical shapes are mortal.)

The atom remainds semi-stable through the self-entrapment of the sphere. The stable macros of the ZPF is totally flat, and the greaters are of a single point of zero space, aswel. So I have made the coil, round like a sphere, infinitely flat, infinitely small, and also, infinitely tall, baring something similar but far more sophisticated than a genetic chain within itself: an undecadent sentient structure in another dimension. A medium which does not naturally radiate into deaths or changes of reductive quality.