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I have to disagree with that.
Every life has adversaries of one type or another. It is careful thought that allows for many adversary types to be handled in a more positive manner, assuming the thinking was done carefully and well. Thoughts can become confused and cause trouble as well, but so can passions and far more often.
Thoughts help very little when one has no idea of purpose. Without a sense of purpose, no rational thinking can take place. But careful thinking (philosophy) can enlighten as to purpose. Rational behavior can then follow that purpose, assuming that passions haven’t made too much of a mess of one’s life.
Truth has nothing to do with “love”.
Philosophy as love is self-preservation.
I, out of my love for philosophy, have become about as unwise as I have ever been. I have developed an unhealthy routine in the face of it, yet would rather follow that routine to my destruction than extend my point A to point B without it. It doesn’t matter whether it’s the philosophy or the alcoholism; it just works.
I just like feeding the machine more fuel, watching the gears and wheels turn, and seeing what results.
Your assertion and hesitation in the face of it are dead on.
I thank god, whatever it is, for allowing me to even pretend that I am near it among colleagues.
Darwinitis.
This assumes that the natural state of man is one of constant struggle.
It further assumes that the natural state can only be the best state:
a naturalistic fallacy.
Yet, the only reason one has the luxury of developing such an ideology is because they have the luxury of civilization (much like Nietzsche did). And that involves working together:
maybe even: love
It’s all good and well to sit in an environmentally controlled room behind a computer and pretend that one is ready for a world without love
-as if one were in a video game or something.
But it would be a quite different thing to actually live in one
-especially if one could actually die in the process.
d63m, is it possible to live in a world of indifference? Is that why you’re a self-proclaimed alcoholic? Chemicals are only a crutch, you know. The reasons for needing the crutch are many and varied. I need the crutch of an anti-depressant. But alcohol is a depressant so, if you’re depressed, why use a depressant to make you even more depressed? I don’t understand.
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and a gift.
Sweetheart (and I do not mean to offend you by saying that -I do it because you are so beautiful to me), I do what I do because I love doing it. It may well be a result of my addiction. But all it is to what I experience is how I want to spend the rest of my life.
I do love you; but only because you have always been such a beautiful experience throughout most of my time here. And your trying to save me only makes you all that more beautiful. (Your forward lean is buried in my soul.)
That said, I don’t consider myself depressed. I, rather, consider myself caught between elation (because of beauty like yours) and despair (because I can never truly capture it).
Just know that your being here with me has always made my life a little more beautiful than it would have been without you.
As far as stopping me, sweetheart, this is the way I want to live and die.
I want to expand my mind while pickling my brain for prosperity.
And you have to remember that from an early point in my process, my heroes have been people like Jimi Hendrix, Jim Morrison, Sylvia Plath, Janis Joplin, Jackson Pollack, Van Gogh, and Jesus.
But at the same time, I have made heroes of people like Phillip Levine, Joyce Carol Oates, Richard Rorty, even Charles Bukowski:
people who have lived to a ripe old age.
Either way, sweetheart, I’ll be alright.
But you have made my point A to point B all that more worthy by caring.
Art,
being normally disclaimed by society,
is the one sport,
the one act of achieving excellence,
in which we are allowed to use enhancers
without being kicked off the team.