Random Thoughts

On a regular July day in the year 2004, the unforeseeable happened.
An event so spectacular and surprising that it would result in hundreds of thousands of Greeks flooding into their towns, villages and city streets with such unbridled glee and ecstatic euphoria, as to conger-up images of ancient festivals dedicated to Bacchus.
The Greek national football team won the most prestigious European sports trophy available: The Euro-League Cup!!!
History was written!

Now, to a layman or anyone not really overly involved with sporting events or soccer in particular, this would seem a trivial matter possessing some interesting cultural facets and yet paling in comparison to the multitude of possible national rewards and gains, and fading in lustre when juxtaposed against the many national problems and deficiencies facing modern-day Greece.

To a soccer aficionado though, as many modern Greeks are, the ramifications of soccer glory have transcending, supernatural effects that no mind can fully grasp but only felt. All other issues are insignificant or on the verge of becoming obsolete when one considers the implications of a sporting victory.

Why, if they could win the Euro-Cup, then no obstacle can stand in their way.
Next….the World Cup!!! And then…The Universe!!!

As it happens, Greeks seem to be more motivated to take to the streets, in celebration, over eleven men in shorts, that managed to place an inflated leather sphere more times into the oppositions netted goal- thusly proving their own creeds obvious genetic superiority in imitation of battleground victory, of course- than they are to do the same in protest over systematic corruption, uncontrolled nepotism and decaying economic and cultural prosperity.

Or should I say Greeks are more motivated to celebrate, in general, for any reason.
Opa!!!

But that might not be totally accurate.
They do regularly take to the streets, in protest, to ensure job security, with no exertion, to inflate pay checks, with no effort, or to simply take a day off; this, particular, practice resulting in regular work stoppages, transportation gridlocks and urban chaos.

I watched, in stunned amazement, as one ‘fan’ declared the indubitable supremacy of the “Greek spirit”- although it’s questionable if this individual knew anything about or had ever considered what said spirit was or what it entailed- that had so spectacularly led a group of athletes to excel.

It reminded me of that guy that once pronounced Greek superiority, to me, by mentioning his unequivocal certainty that Greeks were endowed with an extra rib!

He had read it in a book…He said.

I smiled, at first, believing the remark was made in jest, but my face quickly turned to a mask of feigned interest when the expression on his, dull-eyed mug, told me that it was meant in all seriousness and that contradicting him would be a futile attempt to soften a brick wall with a cotton-ball.

His extra Hellenic rib, presumably, failed to offer him the benefits of critical thought and failed to protect him against prejudiced, emotional hypothesising, which morons from around the world are equally guilty of.
Then it hit me.

This guy reads?!!!

It therefore didn’t surprise me much, when a few days later, while channel surfing through Greek TV stations, I came upon an infomercial channel occupied by a certain personality, that looked like a cross between a gorilla and a Hitler youth member, proclaiming that, and I quote:
“Greeks are from Sirius”, that far off galactic dot in the sky, and “Greeks were the first to settle South America”.

That would explain why both South Americans and Greeks love soccer, for one.
Perhaps he believed it, perhaps he only wanted to sell the books he pedals to uneducated, nationalistic, intellectually retarded fanatics, but whatever the case may be it goes a long way in proposing a possible, further, explanation as to why many modern Greeks are so obsessed with astrology, Taro cards, coffee grain reading, homeopathy, evil-eyes and so thoroughly immersed in Christian Orthodoxy.
(There are actual regular astrology segments on morning shows on Greek television and many Greeks hang blue beads around their necks to protect themselves from the ‘EYE’).

This complete immersion in superstition and self-flattery not only denies reality but it also underestimates the forces confronting individuals, in our modern world today, and social progress, in general.
But it is funny as hell.

But I digress.
Of course, the question of how the actions and victories of others, somehow, miraculously imbues every blood-relation, compatriot and fellow participant in a cultural unity, with the qualities of excellence, was drowned out by the shrieking revelries and the echoes of hand and back slapping.

I’m sure that this fellow, or the many like him, that grasped glory through some sort of electronic osmosis, feel that in some way their screams of encouragement from the stands or their psychic aura, projected through television screens in cafes, restaurants, billiard halls and living rooms, where they sat in comfortable seating, munching on mousaka and lamb and filling their, already engorged abdomens with wine or beer somehow…somehow!..contributed to the awe inspiring victory itself and expressed the undeniable physical and mental superiority of the entire Greek nation over their lesser European brethren…Or maybe it was the blue beads hanging around their necks.

But I humbly reserve the right to remain sceptical…Barely.

Being someone who, to my chagrin, has spent some time in Greece, that has gone to school and served in the army there, I possess first-hand knowledge on what life is like there and what the overall Greek mentality and psychology is.

Taking into account the fact that all opinions are perspectives tinted by personal experiences, talents and flaws, I can bluntly say that the common characteristic of the average Greek, in Greece, today is that of an adolescent, village idiot suffering from Attention Deficit Disorder.

To say that modern Greeks have huge, unwarranted egos is an understatement. Overcompensation is, after all, a well documented reaction to subconscious feelings of inadequacy.

What is remarkable about it, in this case, is how utterly oblivious they are to it and how this, sometimes, makes them charming, humorous and innocent about it.

It has been said that the causes of many of Greece’s current woes have been the result of western imperialism, globalization and the lingering effects of four-hundred years of subjugation to Ottoman Turkish rule, that prevented a rebirth through a consequent Renaissance, and I would agree with all these factors participating in a general stagnating effect.
But I, also, believe the primary reasons for Greece’s third-world disposition can be found in the Greeks themselves and in their psychology.

Here are some of the characteristics of the Greek psyche that inhibit national progress:

1- The inability to accept and acknowledge personal responsibility in all aspects of human life.

I cannot count the times I’ve listened to adult Greeks complaining about the government’s inaction concerning everything from weather calamities to national sports-team fiascos and from corruption to lowered birth-rates.

In the case of corruption, specifically, full accountability is forced upon second-tier beurocrats and federal desk-riding employees -who’ve, most likely, acquired their position due to political patronage rather than qualifications- and not on the supposed ‘innocent’ citizen who knows no different or is forced to silently accept the ‘way things work’ and who willingly and blatantly attempts to expedite proceedings, in his own interest, while crying bloody-hell in every other case.
In corruption cases, both sides of the interaction bear equal guilt.

The practice of buying medical attention from doctors with money-filled envelopes, buying leniency from the justice system with a few well placed payments, buying services from government agencies submerged in red-tape and back-door resolutions, buying work in government agencies and diplomas from educational institutions, is a national pastime rivalling soccer itself.

The other favourite national pastime is that of trying to get out of the system through a premature retirement.
Does anybody want to earn anything there legitimately?!

How many times can one blame others for ones own problems before he/she also looks to ones self and ones own hand in the calamities that plague him/her?
Irresponsibility is not only a sign of cowardice and slavishness but it also exposes an immature demeanour, expecting everything and earning nothing.

I certainly recognize the duties and responsibilities of government in everyday human affairs, but I also recognize the citizenry’s duties and responsibilities in their own affairs and how they themselves are the ones that make, shape and tolerate governments.
Governments do not spring out of the ether, in an act of Immaculate Conception.

The members of governments are products of the citizenry. They were nurtured, taught and formed amongst the very populace they govern (At least in Democracies) and, more importantly, they were raised into power and maintained there by the people they lead.

To blame a government you fertilized with your own moral and social ethical manure, even if you do come from Sirius and you do have an extra rib, is simply dishonest, if not stupid.

2- The inability to accept and acknowledge authority from other fellow Greeks.

Being an expatriated Greek myself, enables me to speak from personal experience about the Hellenic Diaspora and the results of the Hellenic daimonio.

After the end of the Greek civil war, millions of poor Greeks - predominately liberal ones- spread across the globe in a mass exodus of unequalled proportions on a percentile of the population basis.
These immigrants not only managed to adapt and participate in socio-economic and cultural systems that were alien to them but, in many instances, they managed to stand out and excel in environments with which they often had very few experiential intersections with.

Yet, back in the motherland, their compatriots went through decades of political squabbling and superficial, simplistic national and intellectual growth, which inevitably resulted in an unprofessional and undisciplined social demeanour that still weighs-down national growth levels and quality of life standards.

Meritocracy is not a moral issue but an issue of social health.
When enough positions are filled by incompetent but well connected individuals, one is only made to wonder about what quality of mind inhabits the highest positions of social, economic and moral power.
Efficiency is a product of capability. When you hire incompetent, brown nosing, grovelling, ignoramus’ to run your social machine, you shouldn’t expect more than stagnation, and incompetence.

This inability to accept authority figures from within a shared cultural body inevitably results in internal bickering, stagnation and successes, when they happen, are inevitably lead by foreigners or dictated by foreign powers.

Not only was the Greek national football team led by a German coach, but we may even say that the current trend towards social cleansing and internal restructuring that is occurring in Greece today, is mostly the consequence of European pressures and demands.

3- The before mentioned comments coupled with historic and cultural events, have also resulted in a general national attitude of indifference and a spiritual laiser faire that prohibits the pursuit of hopeful change and directs every individual citizen, that may feel disheartened and disgusted with how things are, into a defeatist acceptance of the status quo.

Modern Greeks are, by nature, fatalists.
They are inclined to accept the environments they find and adapt to them accordingly, while taking few actions to rehabilitate them.

This psychological defeatist attitude is the result of a deep felt insecurity and an under-estimation of the power of will and determination on reality.
They have truly forgotten the lessons of their ancestors.

It often manifests itself in feigned overconfidence and a pretentious attitude of superiority leading to, the before mentioned, instances of superstition and foolishness and also in a general in-your-face temperament of excessive belittlement.

Its source can be found in the centuries of subjugation to foreign rule and the comparatively small population and geographical dimensions of the nation, at large.

It can be traced back to the Christian doctrine that dominates modern Greece today. A doctrine that preaches unquestioning discipline and humble acceptance of mans place in the universe.

But the source can also be traced back to the sense of disconnection, modern Greeks feel, to the very inheritance they find pride in.
In a way they feel like they cannot ever measure-up to this past glory and that they are forever condemned to merely be the children of great parents.

4- An indifference and ignorance concerning their own heritage and true culture, not obscured by the distorting influences of alien cultures and moral systems.

There is a dominant belief, amongst the Greeks, that their national identity was preserved, through the long Turkish occupation, by the Christian faith and its institutions and that the rebirth of Hellas, in 1821, is owed exclusively to Christian clerics and to the faith that filled Greek hearts with hope and conviction during the ‘dark-ages’.

But so much is allowed to be assumed and guessed upon after the fact.

Who’s to say if a pagan or an alternate religious tradition would not have acted with the same resistant and protective manner that Christianity did?
But, more than this, to feel grateful towards a faith that saved Hellenism by warping it to its needs and by suppressing and diverting its original spirit, is to ignore the past and the inherit contradictions between Christian and Hellenic thought.

The domination of Christianity during the Byzantium period and afterwards has resulted in a widening gap of disconnection between ancestral teachings and present day ones.

Nobody should be overly taken aback to hear that the works of the classical period were reintroduced into Greece through the translations of foreigners and that this was fought tooth-and-nail by the Christian church.
It has been only recently that a Greek publishing company has translated and distributed ancient texts.

The year now being….2004.

(Side note: Many ancient religious sites have Christian churches built on them today.
The Olympic games were for centuries condemned and denounced by the Greek Church as being a product of paganism and therefore of Satan himself. It took a foreigner, once again, to reintroduce the glory of the past into the present and to force a reassessment of the ancient ways by the moderns)

The common Greek today may know a few stories or sayings by his ancient ancestors but, besides this, has little interest or understanding about the depth and breadth of what was meant by them and why.
I’d say that there is very little Hellene present in a Greek today, except for a few exceptions, as there is very little ancient Egyptian present today in the people of modern Egypt; a harsh conclusion to utter openly, perhaps, but nevertheless a necessary conclusion given the phenomena at hand.

I would be more inclined to forgive, my so called compatriots, their many flaws and overcompensations, if it weren’t for their accompanying proclamations of self-worth and their self-adoration.

“We are a nation of hospitality (φιλοξενια)”, “We are a nation of justice and honour (φιλοτιμο)”, “We are an intelligent people” they repeat on T.V. news and talk-shows, as if to become convinced of it themselves.
(Let us forget the “We are extraterrestrial, well-ribbed, super soccer players.” for the moment.)

Yet, their real ‘hospitality’ can be witnessed in how they’ve driven their tourism industry into the ground in pursuit of a quick euro and an easy profit; their real ‘honour’ can be witnessed in their nepotism, favouritism and total disregard for quality in the face of personal, petty immediate interests that has placed well-connected mediocrity on the pedestals of power and fame; their real ‘intelligence’ can be witnessed in their total disregard for their own cultural past, their disinterest with their own history, manifesting itself in an Athenian population, living under the shadow of the Acropolis, that international symbol of Hellenism, having never ascended, in their majority, the cliffs to its height; literally and figuratively.

It becomes perplexing to me how a nation of barely 11 million souls can support so many public servants, so many artists and so many aspiring models.

Complaints are beginning to surface, these days, about the levels of unemployment and under-employment, directed at the government as usual. Complaints that would find a sympathetic ear in all of us if it were not for the over 1 million foreign nationals entering the country and finding work with relative ease.

Greeks want work, but only if this work contains the right amount of leisure and compensation and it endows them with the right image to fit into their own opinions of themselves.

So as unemployment levels reach the 10% level and would-be, doctors, lawyers, and public servants wait their turn to occupy a cushy, well paying job with no possibility of losing it, foreigners shovel the gravel, construct the roads and buildings, collect the garbage and find jobs in regions no self-respecting Greek would accept, because it is too far away from an urban setting.

The rest?
Well, their just waiting for their upcoming careers as singers, actors, dancers, models and, let us not forget, soccer players.

Who am I?

I am not a critic but he who keeps egos in check, I am not the bringer of truth but he who uncovers folly. I seek no followers or converts but urge others to find their own way; I try not to mimic or pretend but, alas I fail even at that.

I am he who stands upon the battlefield in a war I did not choose nor hoped for and I raise my voice in blasphemy against the wind for having been condemned to fight.

Fear clenches my heart and fills my soul with uncertainty. But I feel I have a duty to those that have fought before me, to those that have pained and bled upon this noble and accursed field of anonymity.

I have an obligation to her, who birthed me and sacrificed on my behalf; to him who offered freely the fruits of his labors and the products of his wisdom to me.

I feel a duty towards my creed hurtling through nothingness and looking for meaning in the cold, dark void; grasping superstition and mythology to stay afloat.

So I fight on in unknown wars upon unnamed battlefields for them as well as for me.

I search for Ithaca.

Those that stand in my way I will cut down and blame it on the universe, I will uncover them and show their disease to the world, I will defame and insult them in plain view, I will unmask their hypocrisy and reveal their cowardice as an example to be avoided.

Those that stand with me I will praise cherish their worth and call them friends and brothers, I will foster give aid to and honor in my own way, I will defend them and stand by their side, I will love and take their humble honesty as proof of character.

I will bow to no king and no idol will entice me into service; I will surrender to no Cyclopes and no Siren will tempt me.

I will search for teachers in order to overcome them and challengers to better; I will accept help and direction and in turn I will offer my own.
I will scream and tear at my chains, at my flesh, at my being and even in my hopeless enslavement to the unknown I will earn honor through my hope for absolute liberty.

I will confront all and become master of myself; I will accept no authorities but only allies and even those I will doubt as I doubt myself.
And in the end when I am dried and spent and my will wanes as my strength falters, I will surrender to my fate knowing that I have done my best, I have fought the good fight and I have remained true to myself.
If I lead then it is by example, if I speak truth then it is by experience, if I dominate it is not intentional, if I teach then I am glad and if I am taught then I am thankful.

Who am I?

I am the WANDERER.

I am MAN.

Live well brother’s in arms, the night beckons.

A toast for the weathered soul: ‘May its end not dishonour its beginning’

I face the calamity of expectation…once again.
I am cradled there; my hopes erupting in a spectacle, before my inner-eye.
Transfixed, I stare at the creations of my soul and Will them into reality.
But my Will has no omnipotence. It is itself, a piece of what it desires to have.

How can one belong and possess, simultaneously?

‘Let go.’ I tell my self. ‘Just…let go.’
Maybe I will this time.

I project my love out there, in the hope that I will one day find solace.
Sometimes it is accepted, sometimes it is taken for what it is not, sometimes it is rejected, or worse, it is ignored.
But that doesn’t matter anymore. Not like it once did.

Love has been the one thing that has wounded me the most, when hate has soothed and comforted me, through many thunderstorms. It is why wrath has become my shield of choice, my panoply of paradox, my inflatable boat.
But its hard weight has grown cumbersome and my muscles yearn for more gentle fabrics.
I unfasten my ego from both love and hate, now.

‘What will be, will be’, I whisper, the carefree mantra of a mind that knows its place in the eternal; that has come to terms with how tiny it is.

Not indifference, but abandonment to the coming flood.
Not surrender, but acceptance of what cannot be altered.
I spread my arms wide, relaxing to the surface, so I can see, so I can ride the current, so I can manoeuvre in the torrent, so I can experience.
Both hot and cold wash over me and the quiet depths call me.
But, not yet.

The flow is addictive.

Not yet.

Love is an act of naïve optimism.
Who but the very young, the inexperienced and the simple-minded could ever believe in such romantic tripe?
From a mere mechanism of social attachment it has been relegated into a virtue; its very existence within the minds of men proof of their overall frailty.
Only human reason can take an expression of delicacy and reinterpret it into one of strength and absolute power.
What is this promised supremacy of love?
It is one of union where individuality dis-assimilates into the other and ceases to exist.
It is an act of suicidal optimism and a desperate grasp at eternity.

Based on personal experiences

1} Never listen to what people say but observe what they do.
Actions speak louder than words.

Words are cheap but actions demand a price that imposes honesty.
Words are thrown around allot, these days, without considering their implications or validity-God forbid that we may deconstruct ideas and uncover them for what they are- and so love, compassion, hate, justice etc. are meanings few really comprehend and only possess a rudimentary feeling about what they are based on personal interests and emotions.
This particular fact is more pronounced with women.

Many simple-minded, female, men find women mysterious and hard to understand; I find them simplistic in their behavior and very predictable. This male inability to understand females stems from the practice of listening to what women say rather than watching how they act [It is often contradictory and puzzling when one does both].

A woman only relates to man as a means to an end and this end, no pun intended, is always the bearing of children; preferably superior, advanced children.

There is no other pursuit worthy of a woman’s efforts and she inevitably judges herself and her success in life by the attainment of this goal.
Women may say they want a man with a sense of humor, a sensitive predisposition and a kind heart but she will always be attracted to the strong, dominating, confident man and then find these other attributes in him as justifications for her choice. [The bad boy always wins out over the good boy]

A woman will always go for the genetically superior man and then find him funny, kind or whatever else, in order to appear reasonable and thoughtful.

How many ‘nice’ guys are frustrated by this female insincerity?
As most men are governed by their sexual urges and easily manipulated and used because of them [A fact many women use to their advantage and as an argument for their mental superiority] so do women submit to instinctive urges and predispositions which often go against their better judgment.

Intelligence and male physical beauty are the only thing that ‘wets’ a woman’s appetite for sexual intercourse.

Yet sometimes, when she can’t get both sexy and wealthy, she’ll settle for the comfortable, wealthy man in order that she may offer her future offspring a social leg up, while she sexually desires others.

Realizing this ‘truth’ can help you attain the sexual pleasures you lack.

But this insincerity is also found in men with female psychologies. The world is full of women with penises.

How many men will be offended by the above statement?

Most will be physically imperfect, dolts that need the illusion of ‘selfless’ love to feel content in their delusional existence.

There are no deeper lies than those a man tells himself to hide from uncomfortable self-realizations.
How many really know themselves or in knowing how many can accept what they see as truth?

Most, when faced with uncomfortable facts, run from them, become angry and defensive rather than using this information to construct strategies and not excuses.

[I’m expecting accusations of misogyny and perhaps a few remarks about my adult virginity or the length of my penis, so I answer beforehand: I’ve experienced the heights of pleasure and comfort in the arms of women and it is a woman that I value above all else, besides myself, in this world. My remarks are focused on all human beings and I use women as an example of what I mean]

2} Always push the limits of your existence.

It is man’s submission to comfort that forces his existence in the middle-ground of his abilities. Limits, for most, are signposts to be avoided and in this man inevitably winds up in the centre of his genetic possibility.

In mans existence it is only the mind and body that he truly knows and owns. It is therefore only here that he can make progress and find honor.
Most focus their ambitions to external superficiality and neglect the very essence of what and who they are. They become successes in social/cultural interactions and complete failures as human beings.

Most people’s ambitions involve external goals and rarely internal ones.
In other words, most define themselves through others and invent themselves through the eyes of others.

How many rich men and women die never knowing what they were and the boundaries of their existence?
How many die never realizing what existence is or ever considering the question?

A successful life isn’t measured by stature but by improvement.
A man living in apathy and lethargy on thrones he did not earn is a failure in my eyes; a man that struggles on and surpasses himself, even if he falls short of the first ones stature, is for me a success.

Nobility is found in how you’ve stretched your limits and fought against pain and suffering to redefine yourself; honor is found in leaving the comfort of the middle-ground and fighting your way to the limits of your genetic and environmental possibilities.

3} Value your friends but know that all respect is based on fear; so remain vigilant.

There is a romanticism found in the western world today about certain ideals.

Friendship, as love, is one of those terms that are valued but misinterpreted.

It is an inevitable mechanism of nature that strength should dominate and weakness should perish.

Friendship is an alliance of similar entities based on mutual fear and common motivations, called respect.

We respect that which can do unto us what we cannot do unto them or that which possess a characteristic we lack but value.

4} Most of modern mans actions are contrary to his natural inclinations.
Nature values strength and cunning; modern man exalts weakness and stupidity.

Nature is selfish; modern man values selflessness and martyrdom.
Nature is efficient and economical; modern man is superfluous and wasteful.

Nature is heightened by pain and suffering; modern man spends his every moment running from it.

Nature is cruel and indifferent; modern man raises compassion and kindness into a virtue.

Nature is amoral; man is moral.

Modern mans every institution is an attempt to circumvent nature and to enable the weak and stupid to procreate and live in comfort and lethargy [All this in order to take advantage of more hands and minds to harvest more resources necessary to civilization]. In the process we’ve allowed retardation to multiply and disease to be genetically spread like a plague.

It is even homosexuality that now gains normalcy and adds one more cut on the body of the human species.

The mechanics by which nature filtered out weak individuals and genetically imperfect creations has now been eliminated by man in his haste to level existence into a mediocre playing field to achieve a peace based on illusions and myths.

This has lead to psychological imperfections and physical abominations that now threaten man’s very existence.

But unavoidably, no matter how man tries to escape and redirect nature, he remains a creation of nature and so, still, her minion.
This conflict is the root cause of modern mans stress and insecurity.

5} Knowledge and awareness does not diminish pleasure, it enhances it by giving man choice.

Most people today fear to look too deeply into the mechanics of natural phenomena or of their inner being. For instance the interpretation of emotions and their motivations are thought by most to be an affront to their very happiness.

They will accuse the one trying to analyze love, for instance, of generalization or of deconstruction.

This human fear to know and understand things is the primary cause for their lack of wisdom [In my ‘Human Judgment’ essay I mention that courage is one of the most important parts of wisdom; one lacking it, no matter his intelligence and knowledge, will always remain a fool].
For me understanding things only heightens my enjoyment of them because now I choose to indulge in them or deny them as I choose. One coming to pleasure by choice rather than by need can appreciate it all the more.

So what if love is a natural mechanism of bondage and a selfish emotion masking as selflessness?

Do I not enjoy a glass of wine even when knowing where it comes from and how it acts upon my brain?

But the qualitative difference between one that has choice and one that is just a pawn to his emotions and his nature is easily discernable.
Ignorance may be bliss but it’s also helplessness and a sure way to remain a victim of circumstance.

6} Live lightly. Live like a Spartan.

In my experience man needs little to be content.
A warm bed, good food and drink, company and social interaction, sexual gratification, access to creativity, an ambition. The rest are luxuries that can be accepted or rejected [asceticism].

Most modern men in their total ignorance of what they are and who they are, buy everything in the hopes that one of these things will bring them eternal contentment.

He who truly knows himself focuses his attentions and purchases to objects that he will use and benefit from. A thinking man thinks twice and buys once.

In modern mans rampant consumerism he purchases unneeded items which become chains around his feet.
Every purchase requires upkeep and a constant payment for preservation. When too much is owned then the owner becomes a slave to his possessions.

Many men of wealth live as they did when much poorer, with the only difference being, that now they are surrounded by a better quality of objects.

What is the difference between a chain of metal and a chain of gold?
The only thing of worth that wealth can really purchase in this culture, is mans freedom from it.
Less is more.

7} Progress requires pain and suffering but so does its maintenance.

Many forget that once a goal or a height is attained there is no room for relaxation.
It is harder to maintain a position than to reach it, as many people struggling with their weight know.

This relaxation of effort, usually submitted to by those that have paid the price and now want to be rewarded for it, leads to the sliding back to previous positions.
The reward of attained goals is not the goal itself but the consequences it will produce.

It is an unfortunate rule of life that effort can never diminish if progress is to be achieved.
Here the ascetic ideal will come in handy to one seeking personal growth.
Embrace the struggle, become familiar and comfortable with it until it becomes a normal state of your being and no longer registered in your consciousness as suffering.

There is no easy way around this, no easy path, no shortcut.
One must fight through it and hope he can reach the other side.
Most will fail due to genetic limitations and environmental programming.

8} Be proud.

Not arrogant and domineering but proud of who and what you are.
Pride is a way of being not of only of acting.

The only honest form of pride is one that is fixed in a deep knowledge of ones strengths and weaknesses without exaggerations, either way.
To accept oneself completely, without over-inflating oneself because of perfections or deflating oneself because of imperfections, is the hardest balancing act man is forced to endeavor. This is why few succeed.
Know always that despite your talents there is someone above you and despite your faults there is someone below you.

A superior man is simply one who tries to achieve the highest point within his genetic/environmental limitations.

This does not mean you should humble yourself or deny yourself the pleasure of flaunting your strengths. This means that you can also laugh at your faults.

THE LIST CONTINUES…

Philosophy stands as the discipline of all things human and as the means by which man searches for meaning and understanding in a universe denying him both.

As such it is a curious amalgamation of scientific curiosity and artistic expression that attempts to uncover, indirectly, things that can never possibly be made aware of in a direct conscious manner to the human senses or that can be fully expressed, through words and language, to the human mind.

Science has been thought, in this ‘scientific age’, as the forerunner of all human progress and the primary tool of human exploration. It has served man well, thus far, and has saved human kind from the overindulgence in and surrender to mythological and religious pacifiers that threaten to limit mankind to the confines of his own prejudices, self-interests and fears.

But science itself is beginning to reach the limits of its effectiveness, where its probing eye, is itself, affecting the results of what is being observed and is making the scientific ‘dream’ of absolute objectivity, an improbability, at best, and a complete illusion, at worst.

This inter-relation of object and subject, described by Schopenhauer, has uncovered some uncomfortable realities about the extent of human knowledge and places doubt about the very likelihood of knowledge itself, as a whole; a subject tackled by epistemology in the philosophical discipline.

Science is like trying to shed light in a dark room that will be changed by the very light you cast. One can never be sure that, in the dark, things remain the same or that the light used is powerful or precise enough to make everything visible.

Art also faces its own restrictions in its endeavor to describe transcendental ‘truths’ by utilizing human imagination to shape sensual interpretations into metaphorical symbols.
Here feeling, instinct and imagination is unleashed in the place of critical thought, reason and empiricism and the underlying, unseen reality or the transcending ‘truth’ of existence is expressed through color, shape, tone and all forms of sensual interpretations.

But art cannot give direction, purpose or create life strategies and rules by which a human being can live or find power in; it can insinuate and guess, it can paint approximations and try to achieve precision through indirect means but it remains restricted to individual limitations of interpretation and understanding and is seeped in an allegory that leaves much room for misunderstanding and lacks the precision to quench the minds thirst for answers.

Art is like trying to describe a dark room by walking through it with the lights closed and feeling the movement of your body through the objects in it, the effect of the air upon you and the overall sensation you receive and then mimicking it to the best of your abilities for all to see.

Philosophy bridges these two attitudes of exploration by combining the scientific desire to cast light on everything and the artistic disposition of gaining insight through instinct and emotional comprehension.
Gustave Flaubert says on this matter: “As a rule the philosopher is a kind of mongrel being a cross between scientist and poet, envious of both.”

One may even venture to claim that philosophy is the source of both science and art and is related to both as a tree, rooted in the human mind, is related to its branches, breathing and gathering sunlight on its behalf.

But even philosophy has fallen on some hard times and is now faced with the specter of nihilism and the denial of life itself. Centuries of human philosophical thought has guided us to the brink of human desperation and the precipice of nothingness. This mental exploration of ‘all things’ has uncovered painful facets of mans place in the universe, his purpose, or lack of, and his relation to sensual information gained through imperfect instruments and forever entrenched in subjectivity and speculation.

What therefore is the value of philosophy?
Many take philosophy as this pool of subjects by which they show-off their mental abilities or indulge their need for deeper conversation to pacify their boredom and occupy their minds with mental puzzles that can never be answered adequately.

There are those that take philosophy to be the mere reassessing of previous opinions in this unending interpretation and reinterpretation of what others have thought or believed.
They feel they are ‘philosophical’ or ‘intellectual’ just because they can mention the multiple schools of philosophical thought, quote from previous works and take a position on abstract ideas formulated by previous minds.

Here is the very essence of what it means to me a sophist.
A mind that has not suffered or struggled for its opinions feels a distance, a cold-hearted indifference towards their validity and so expresses them as if reciting a poem he hasn’t written and therefore not fully comprehended. For him a philosophy is not part of him but only something he knows and so can easily replace with another. His only attachment to it is in regards to his ego and not wanting to prove his judgment wrong for ever having believed in it.

Beliefs gained by reading books or by adopting another’s viewpoint without personal effort and analysis of the world directly are truly worthless and utterly without consequence on any individual life.
A philosophy that isn’t ‘lived’ is only a candy suckled on by those wanting to believe they are in that instant thinking…deeply.

A sophist participates in philosophical discourse knowing beforehand that no answer will be given, no conclusion reached and the inevitable result will be a smile, a handshake and an agreement to disagree. He will then leave the debate table non-the-better and non-the-worst. No change, no gain, no difference will have been made and this suits the sophist, just fine.

This Christian attitude of wanting to equate all opinions and respect all viewpoints so as to not insult or hurt anybody for holding on to the most ridiculous belief, is a direct result of the current psychology of equalitarianism and compassion that negates all possibility of superior and inferior opinions and participates in debate only when no clear victor is to be crowned and no belief will be totally discredited.

A sophist will only include himself in a conversation when he does not feel threatened by exposure and so prefers to discuss matters that can never possibly lead to a result and that have no personal ramifications.

But philosophy is meaningless if only this attitude is adopted and no real-life consequences are looked for.
Philosophy is not only about a recitation of dead ideas and dead peoples opinions in an endless regurgitation of ‘what was meant’ or ‘what was said’; it is a battle between two, or more, personal viewpoints and the destruction or alteration of the weaker one for the purpose of achieving a higher ‘truth’ or a more worthy state of mind.

The world of ideas is subject to the same rules of physical existence and evolutionary methods of progress.
Philosophy is political in that it must lead to real-life results and the formulation of life strategies for the attainment of goals in a given environment.

Philosophy is artistic, in that it uses metaphor and allegory to describe what is indescribable and speaks to the imagination where reason is incapable to comprehend.
Philosophy is scientific, in that it uses sensual phenomena to deduce and induce bigger phenomena and empiricism to find arguments for or against interpretations.

What is the value of something that will not have a consequence upon our being and lead to no result?
A philosopher opens his window, his eyes and his mind to the world and only uses past opinions as inspirations and guidance tools to his own, personal explorations. Books and philosophical treatises are resource material not goals, in themselves.

It is preferable to have an incomplete and weaker opinion that was gained through personal effort, than to adopt more perfect and complete ideas in which you had no participation in and the only work done was memorization.
As a result of this personal effort, ideas and opinions become personal and the individual in their defense becomes passionate.

It is true that emotion must be kept, as much as possible, out of the formulation of opinion but the expression of such a formulation, once made, can be emotional and passionate because it then becomes a life position with real life consequences and far reaching results.

Philosophical debate can and must include everything of human interest even the things that are unavoidably beyond his ability to perceive. But if philosophical debate does not also include discussions on subjects that offer an opportunity for personal growth and empowerment, if it does not have consequences in the everyday living of an individual, if it remains non-political then it becomes castrated and impotent in any real sense.
It becomes a game for the sophists wanting to remain as they are and only desiring a perspective on opposing beliefs that they can discard, as useless, using personal interests, prejudices and fears.

A sophist is like a fight spectator; he chooses sides and then yells for his man in support but, in the end, for him the result of the fight has no real results and so win or lose he will leave intact and unscathed. He therefore remains distant and cold, which comes off as confidence or superiority, but is in essence the indifference of non-participation. He can therefore laugh and cheerfully exit the stands without passion or risk, embracing the ones that opposed him in his choice. The extent of his participation is in utilizing his judgment to pick fighters. His only stake is one of ego.

For the sophist all fighters are noteworthy and respectable- he may have his favorite but all are his superior- but he can never feel the ecstasy of being in there or pay the personal sacrifices needed to enter himself.

The philosopher, on the other hand, is the fighter himself. He enters the arena to defend himself and to prove his worth by testing it facing another of his kind. For him the preparation required discipline and effort; blood and sweat was put into his ‘exercise’, his askisis and now he gets into the rink risking both health and limb in order to become better. For him the fight is personal since it has direct consequences on his being and his beliefs and he’s invested much time and effort in reaching fighting fitness.

In the end though who benefits more from a fight; the spectator or the fighter himself, win or lose?

If philosophy does not lead to personal growth and change then what is it good for, in mans ephemeral limited existence?

Here are the levels of human lucidity as I perceive them.

LEVEL 1-Individuality-Specificity-Superficiality-Materialism-Ego-Self-I-Gender-Love/Hate-Isolation-Uniqueness-Selfishness-Logic/Reason- =Slave

LEVEL2-Culture-Society-Religion-Tribalism-Uniformity-Conformity-Instinct-Reality-Us-Nationalism-Racism-Evil/Good-Generality-Consumerism- Social/Economic Ambition-Selflessness-Morality/Ethics-Law-Procreation =Master Slave

LEVEL3-Nature-Universe-Spirituality-Wholeness-Unity-Intuition-Completeness-Multiplicity-Spirit = Master

LEVEL4
-Transcendence-Immortality-Timelessness-Perfection-Symmetry-Beauty= God

Each level requires the sacrificing of the one before to be reached and as such requires a loss for a gain or a gain for a loss, depending on how you perceive it.
In some recent Hollywood movies [I only mention them as examples that many can relate with and as common points of reference] this same idea has been depicted as Matrixes containing human consciousness at different degrees of self-awareness.

In the ‘Fight Club’ the entanglement of human consciousness between two levels of lucidity was represented as a kind of schizophrenia, a psychological confrontation between two aspects of the same human consciousness.

Achieving a new level does not necessarily mean leaving behind the one before, it means incorporating the one before into a new unity of lucidity.
All of us live, to varying degrees, in the first two levels of awareness and we’ve incorporated the two into a single consciousness depending on the strength of lucidity each individual is capable of.

It is therefore possible for a single individual to be selfish and selfless, individualistic and conforming, materialistic and religious.

In ‘modern’ human society the isolation of many from the 3rd level of lucidity has culminated in a loss of identity and psychological stability.
Technology is used to seclude man from the upper levels of human awareness, even if perceived intuitively and subconsciously by the majority, and forcing him to go against his very nature so that he may become more malleable in a social context. The well known Matrix if you will.

This barrier placed in order that only the few, who are capable, can use the rest, who are incapable of such a level of perception, to attain to the higher levels of lucidity.

Unfortunately the masses have achieved superiority through their great numbers and through recent moral and political systems [Judeo/Christian, Muslim, Buddhism, Democracy, Pessimism, Nihilism] they are now placing barriers to all human ascension and attainment of higher levels of awareness.

The few “capable” hindered by over-skepticism, tolerance and the decaying effects of dead-end philosophical ideas and weariness have allowed themselves to be influenced by the very ideologies and ideals of the masses, making them doubtful, non-confrontational, compassionate and tolerant of them.

What a cruel joke life is and I an unwilling jester on a musical carousel, spinning infinitely in circles while gleeful notes dance between the wooden figures.
I long to laugh from my stomach at it, to see the punch-line amongst the tragic sarcasms and bellow from the pits of my insides in a moment of surprised discovery. Instead I stand wide-eyed between the figures rotating in the night looking for a single point in the, surrounding darkness, looking for a single instance of stability in the engulfing black.
There is a joke here, an underlying substratum of ridiculousness I cannot grasp. So I am left to ponder the possibility that it may be I that is the target of this anecdote, and I smile inwardly.

Where can I turn for solace, upon which ground shall I build my shelter?
I stand here in the solitude of existence dreaming about an end.
I am surrounded by multiplicity and diversity; in the turmoil of relationships I feel as one, alone in a crowd of objectifications.
But even this is an illusion.

In the darkness I wander, lost in my own perceptions, and in the void I construct temporary castles to achieve a focus for a restless mind.
I am often tempted, oh how I am tempted, to let go, to surrender, to give in as many have, and fool myself, delude myself into meanings of my own imagining.

My body cries out for contentment, begs for shallow rapture that lasts only for so long; it needs to be fed and the temporary nature of gratification does not lessen its zeal.

But I see it for what it is: a mechanical expression of a transcending will that knows only struggle and strife. There is no moment of peace, no possibility of rest; there is only an escape from the awareness of it and even this comes with great effort and at a high cost.

In this whirlwind I persevere, I struggle on, alone.
I gather understanding as others hoard material things. This is my treasure, my motivation, my purpose; this and only this belongs only to me in eternity.

Through the story of my life I will experience both gain and loss, both pleasure and pain and in this I will lose myself as it is my nature to do so. But always in the depth of my consciousness, in the back of my mind, I will know of its hypocritical illusion; I will comprehend only its surface value that hides a hollow empty center.

I will remain forever a spectator of my own experience.
This is not my desperation or a source for further suffering; in fact it is this knowledge that sets me free from the world and the self that binds me to it, and it liberates my mind from its prejudices.

What for others, at first sight, may appear terrifying is for me the fountain of my inner strength; paid for with years of acceptance.

Who has felt the sweet rapture of being alive; energy flowing through the molecules of the body, making the hairs stand on end and the eyes water?
Who has touched the flesh of another and felt their gentle fingertips pulling, wanting, and drinking his breath with every gasp?

Who has heard the vibrations of life reverberating through his soul; the senses sucking the marrow out of existence; wanting more, needing more?

The one that has has felt the rapture.
Electric energy crashes in waves against the limits seeking to break them, to shatter them into infinity.

The momentary contentment that follows is a brief respite from the unending search for satisfaction and the beginning of a hopeful expectation for the next instant.

This is being this is existence.

The greatest tragedy inflicting man today is his need to escape truth in order to come to terms with it. This romantic escapism blurs reality until it is indiscernible from fantasy and replaces reason with the naïve creations of the inexperienced imagination.

But how rarely reality meets fantasy and truth remains loyal to expectation; in the end there is no escaping our existence not even ignoring it can erase its dominion over us.
We both face it and come to terms with it or we remain forever victims of our adolescent insecurities.

I have started this journey unwillingly, without giving my consent I have been thrust into existence and with great effort I have tried to embrace it.
But, at times, it has been hard to find reasons for doing so.
Questions wander in my head like lost journeymen in a huge desert with no water and no end.

Why is nature so cruel?

She hides behind beauty, but there is no love in her; now there is none in me.
There are so many expectations to measure up to, so many insecurities to come to terms with, so many fears to overcome.

For what?

I frequently find myself thrust into competitions and comparisons which I cannot win even if I wanted to.

Is the passing on of my genes so significant an event that I must endure the fires of hell?

At times I fall into wells of reason filled with the clear, crystal liquid of thought and at other times I stumble with clenched fists unto the dunes of instinct and sink in it.

Some would say I am weak, that is why I ask these questions. Perhaps they are right; I have felt the weakness in me. But to underestimate me would be a foolish mistake.
I have also felt the strength of my flesh leading me into visions of rape and destruction.

I feel no remorse no social guilt.
Funny, isn’t it?

I post this for sentimental reasons.

F.W. Nietzsche

A wanderer is a half-free spirit.

I wrote this for no particular reason.

Then both of you do understand.

And since the words of others, especially dead others, are sometimes appreciated and tolerated more than the words of the living, because they do not offer a direct affront to our egos and pride and their fame imbues them with a kind of weightiness, I offer my own:

Some of my personal favourites from my collection.

ooo I like that one; it gives me shivers…

Not that I’m well-read, so this isn’t saying much, perhaps, but… Your name is only the second time (as far as I can remember) I’ve seen the word “satyr” – the first time I read it from one of Schopenhauer’s essays (‘the love of the sexes’). Meaningless coincidence (of course, of course… lol)? Both encounters with the word happened within the same week.

I don’t mean to interrupt your thoughts… please continue…

I like this one:

somenewname

Why don’t you add some of your own thoughts?

I’m drying out of my own. I need re-hydration.

John 14:6 “I am…the truth…”

John 8:32 “…the truth will make you free.”

John 8:36 “So if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed.”

John 7:37b-38 “If anyone is thirsty, let him come to Me and drink. He who believes in Me, as the Scripture said, ‘From his innermost being will flow rivers of living water.’” John 4:14 “but whoever drinks of the water that I will give him shall never thirst; but the water that I will give him will become in him a well of water springing up to eternal life.”