Wow! In the forward alone, stuff that Jakob acknowledges about energy fields. Have you checked this out, Jakob?
Western retard-ification? Why not a puzzle piece? That’s what I’m looking for and while I’d love to pick your brain, in a western mode known as the proverbial short cut (so I don’t have to be tortured to read forever) I’m afraid that in your enthusiasm to share, you will get side tracked. I’d love to hear of your experiences, your fall as well as anything else pertinent to being another piece of the puzzle.
This, I agree upon… I prefer my esoteric knowledge untarnished, made invalid, by modern words and meanings… but if others want to read it, then hey… 
Not the best of existences… though I’m not saying that it’s a place not visited, but shalt physicians heal themselves?
“Western retard-ification? Why not a puzzle piece? That’s what I’m looking for and while I’d love to pick your brain, in a western mode known as the proverbial short cut (so I don’t have to be tortured to read forever) I’m afraid that in your enthusiasm to share, you will get side tracked. I’d love to hear of your experiences, your fall as well as anything else pertinent to being another piece of the puzzle.”
You can find useful information in there, sure, it’s just that it’s coming from… even more useful information, contained in the actual texts that are being filtered, Westernized and,- not really dumbed down,- just… re-conformed to a different tradition. And that’s coming from someone who exalts the Western tradition as the greatest intellectual tradition on this Earth. I still, when I engage in Hinduism or Buddhism or Islamic mysticism, want to engage with them on their own terms, as un-modified as possible.
The other thing is: results. The results of my esoteric techniques is, to name just one thing: I have superhuman, savant level memory, as I believe I adequately proved. An occult technique should produce a clear result, in your life and your psyche.
I’m more interested in the prophets or teachers, the revelations in their backstories, than in practicing their techniques. I have already traveled but where? I’m trying to align our journeys, the impressions they left, gather commonalities.
“Everything is deliberate.” Everything that happens to you was deliberately done by you? How can an unknown consequence be deliberately decided by you? Essentially, I was kidnapped, soul napped specifically which wasn’t my canoodling.
“Everything is deliberate.” Everything that happens to you was deliberately done by you? How can an unknown consequence be deliberately decided by you? Essentially, I was kidnapped, soul napped specifically which wasn’t my canoodling. "
Our mothers soul-kidnapped us when they gave birth to us. Everything after that is our liberty, our deliberate Will. You and everyone else alive are free to kill themselves at any time to take that back,- as death too, frames the other pole, between birth, in which the limit of your deliberation is clearly articulated. That statement isn’t meant to be disempowering, it’s meant to be empowering. As long as you, you know, are alive to read it. Some have chosen to take it back. Rilke wrote about them; those who out-lived the milk of Earth’s sorrows and joys, and departed before us. We shouldn’t mourn, but accept them. But nether you or I are them.
I have a neurological disease called trigeminal neuralgia. It’s quite painful. Physically. In fact, it’s the sole reason the drugs I take (most of them) are legally prescribed to me. Even my doctors believe I should be too medicated to walk straight, 24 hours a day, just to keep existing. I wake up in pain, I live in pain, work in pain, eat in pain, I pet my dog in pain, write in pain, read in pain, cry in pain, laugh in pain, smoke in pain, I blow my load and empty my balls in pain, (about once a month or two, when I have an erection strong enough to overcome the erectile dysfunction that all these fucking pills have afflicted me with, at the ripe old age of thirty years old) drink in pain, sleep in pain, dream in pain, and wake up again in pain and do this entire fucking thing over again. Yeah, I do it over again in pain. There’s no cure, there’s not even really any treatment either so I don’t think about it changing, because it won’t. And even if it could, I’m poor so I couldn’t afford the treatment anyway. I didn’t petition the Gods before I was born to fuck me up in this way. But every day that I choose to take one less pill than would be sufficient to kill me, is a day I chose to live. As long as I choose to live, I choose to be what I am. And my illness is as much a part of me as anything else. No: actually, it’s more a part of me than most of ‘everything else’. If I didn’t have it, given the fact that it has conditioned so much of my thought, personality, and life, and done so for so long- I wouldn’t be me anymore, which would kind of make the whole question about choosing to live or not kind of meaningless, because otherwise I’d be choosing the life of someone other than me, which is obviously the only life I or anyone else knows or has any right to talk about.
But then, that’s my point. “Choosing” to live is just words. You’re choosing to be you. That is the reality behind the words. And accordingly, as I before wrote: “A man cannot regret his life; life cannot be regretted. A man can only regret himself.” That applies to women as well. And in the end, you either regret being Parodites or Phoneutria or Wendy or Fixed, or you don’t. As long as you don’t, you’re here with everyone else- willingly. You chose to be part of this. You chose to be reincarnated, to participate in the World; you chose, like we all did, to grovel and bow to the God of Flesh; you chose to be mortal; you chose the Demiurge over the True God. You chose finitude. You chose mortality. You chose embodiment. You chose to be you, instead of the Universe. Do you understand how deep a sin that is? To prefer… you, little microbe of a thing that you are, that I am, that everyone is,- over the “universe”? Over ‘everything’? It’s worse of a sin than murdering someone. And you don’t have to commit that sin. That’s what I am talking about, when I speak of deliberation, of purposeful failure, of our decided Fall back into this, Earth. You don’t have to commit this sin; you can, right now, be better than any of us, than all of us, than anyone that draws breath on this planet. You can be the most exalted saint to ever live. You can go melt into Nirvana whenever you want: you can stop committing the sin. You don’t like being you? Then be everyone. Be everything. Be the universe. Because that’s what happens after you’re dead. And everything between now and then is your protestation in the face of Reality, in the face of that ‘everything’, in the face of that ‘universe,’- a protestation you share with the ‘gnostic angel’, the ‘demiurge’, the god of flesh, who would supplant the true god and protest all the same. Protest, about being a “self”.
I spoke of results, when it comes to occult practice; not all results are so immediately apparent, as what I said regarding memory, or the conversion of passive into active memory.
Returning to my OP; I connected and combined two theories that I have otherwise not seen connected and combined, namely Weizsacker’s informational theory of ur-alternatives, and Tononi’s theory of integration information, the later being a particular theory of consciousness, and the former a unification theory of physics. As I stated:
// In short, the theory of ur-alternatives reconstructs physics from 1-bit informational units, and IIT
reconstructs consciousness from 1-bit informational units. Combining the two, one arrives at a
theory of consciousness and its emergence from a flattened spacetime, occupying its own
‘intrinsic space’,- an intrinsicity that is, essentially, what we call time, or an as yet ungraspable
fourth-dimension. Following the theory of Urs, the first three dimensions appear during the
reconstruction of physics: ur-alternatives, then elementary particles as parabose tensors of urs,
and finally quantum field theory, in which the particles constituted by the 2nd dimension here
considered become merely syntactic elements within a higher semantic content,- namely, the
semantic content given by particles which become field quanta, at the third-dimensional level. At
this dimension, ur-collectives give way to un-readable (a la. the no-teleportation theorem)
quantum information whose continuous-valued trajectory (in terms of the typical representation
of spacetime in vector-space, as opposed to the algebraic representation proposed here, or even
that suggested by Baylis’ treatment of electrodynamics; in particular, note the following paper:
Spinors in the hyperbolic algebra, S. Ulyrch. 2005: “The algebraic representation of geometry
has in general advantages compared to the conventional description in terms of column vectors
and matrices. …” ) on the Bloch sphere demands a reformulation of emergent ur-collectives as
“paracomplex structures on a 2n-dimensional” [See: Cruceanu, Fortuny, and Gadea’s Survey on
Paracomplex Geometry.] projective Hilbert space, that is, a correspondence of pure quantum
states, by way of Hopf fibration, to spinors on Riemann’s extended complex plane, granting a
diffeomorphism of the urs and finally, a model of differentiable manifolds that may be useful in
theoretically reconstructing different semantic levels as symplectic manifolds, like those derived
from the Hamiltonian definition of the total set of a system’s possible configurations (the total set
of a system’s possible configurations would refer here to all the possible ur-collectives which
could be structurally bound as equivalent cause-effect spaces enclosed at the semantic level) as
modeled by a manifold whose cotangent bundle describes its phase-space. //
…
// How exactly these fields interact to produce an intrinsically
grounded temporal consciousness out of an atemporal fourth-dimensional composite of
interacting and enclosed fields within the third-dimension (quantum field theory) is of course not
yet understood, though Hinton long ago proposed that particles moving within the three
dimensions we would associate here with the third semantic level of the quantum fields, might be
succeeding cross sections of an un-moving, eternal, static fourth-dimensional architecture within
a fourth semantic-level consisting of world-lines passing through a three-dimensional plane.
Hinton even believed that man could access this eternal fourth-dimensional construct through a
kenotic process by which the self might rid itself of ideas like right, left, up, or down by utilizing
certain meditative techniques. //
As I simplified the extension of the four “semantic levels” and the “syntactic levels” described by their relationships:
//
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The 1-dimensional perspective: the ‘infernal plane’, the Real. The domain of the urs, or an expansive, infinitely extended atomic informational
structure composed of discrete 1-bit digital minima. All the parallel realities or many-worlds are ‘fused’ here; they are not differentiable. It is
what fills the liminal spaces, the ‘site of exception’, across whose chiasmus we invoke our ‘gods’. -
The 2-dimensional perspective: ‘parabose tensors of the urs’, ‘multiple quantization’, etc. Here, the worlds are differentiated into separate
universes, which are essentially massive ur-collectives, or ur-collectives of maximal size but minimal complexity: the many worlds of
string-theory and certain interpretations of quantum mechanics. The multiverse. The 1-d plane is given 2-d depth, meaning that it can be
subdivided into multiple 1-d planes, that is, multiple universes. -
The 3-dimensional perspective: We know this one the best, because it’s the one we live and move around in. Here, particles emerge, and with
them, the quantum fields. The quantum fields interact in such a way as to produce an ‘intrinsicity’, within which consciousness unfolds… in Time.
We cannot, from this perspective, understand how exactly the fields interact to produce this temporality, or consciousness with it: that requires
higher-dimensional thought. -
The 4-dimensional perspective: The universe becomes a flattened spacetime, the observable sphere of our world is transformed into a
deterministic loop, a circle. But here, the other worlds become flat membranes as well, all stacked on top of one another, stretching toward
infinity. And above our flat time-horizon, and above all the others, there is a… “fourth-dimensional construct”, as Hinton refers to it. It is
composed not only of all the matter in our universe, but all the ‘matter’ of all universes. It is the Ontos. It is Being, un-differentiated; eternal,
static, unmoving, unchanging; the ultimate; it is the Dragon, the Demiurge, Leviathan and Behemoth; it is Yaldabaoth, Samael, the Blind Lion;
the Serpent, the Fallen Angel; the God of Flesh, of Matter, and Time. From it, world-lines radiate, and these world-lines intersect all the now flat
planes, which are the ‘many-worlds’. The point at which one of these lines intersects one of the planes, becomes a ‘point particle’, the elementary
particles constituting matter, from the 3-d perspective of those occupying the planes. And because the quantum fields overlap, sometimes one of
these world lines passes through the plane and crosses two or more fields at once. So the mystery of how the quantum fields interact to produce
Time is: they don’t interact. What happens is, the same world-line passes through two or more fields simultaneously, so that the point-particle it
produces at its point of intersection has characteristics governed by all the quantum fields that were crossed by that world-line; we see this as an
interaction inside an enclosed 3-d spacetime, that is, as an interaction within time- but time is a predetermined circle from this 4-d perspective.
At any rate, this is how all the empty spacetimes of the ‘many worlds’ are populated with matter- with particles. This is how the quantum fields
‘interact’ to produce temporality and consciousness. //
So at a certain height of Thought, the difference between philosophy, theology, the occult, science, psychology, etc.-- it all becomes moot, really. Everything is connected to everything else. That’s the basic premise of Kabbalistic text. There’s not multiple modalities of apprehension, only of differentiation, and differentiation involves only the inessential; the essential, is known only by the one modality.
Like Hinton himself, I propose that this 4-th semantic level is directly perceivable by human beings. (Having so perceived it myself. Having mostly lived in it for many years now.) I don’t just propose it, I offer a guide to achieving it. At any rate, even when I take myself out of the picture, and offer everything from lost Petrarch poems and the greatest repository of lost knowledge on earth for free, or offer a way to achieve such a height of thought, (at no real cost; only at the psychological cost, of accepting what is demonstrated to you by my existence: that there are places you cannot reach under your own power, as a thinking being) I receive a great deal of resistance for no real reason apparent to me, and by pettiness most of all. It irritates and annoys me, but it also makes me sad- as much as I can still relate to what sadness means. For most people, however, looking at yourself and your life from this height (the fourth of these “semantic levels”) would only make you want to kill yourself, so I guess it is probably for the best. If our red blood cells, no let me rephrase, if our foreskin cells could become conscious of what our brain cells are, they would want to kill themselves too. (None of this is directed at you Wendy, or even Phone- unless she sees herself in it. I’m just expressing my curiosity, with people, and with their little… island-universes, their little lives, which for some reason they feel they have to defend against me.)
kid i got nothing against you
i just bug you cuz it amuses me
Parodites wrote
I did, the traveling, by exuding satisfaction in the moment without thought but with a feeling of contentment. So Hinton’s idea of clearing the mind, only feeling acceptance, worked for me on that one journey, but I still don’t understand how I willed it and why I didn’t recognize what I willed. If all is connected, then as I or anyone exerts their will so too does the Godhead.
What man or woman wouldn’t regret human trivialities, mundane madness? All their choices a colorless montage of memories in comparison to perfection, the wholeness of being, for I ask, what have we ever known of perfection but the striving to attain it, yet in it’s face not the courage to take that leap of faith into the perfection of the unknown. Some Earthers seek their perfection in Science and space, some Earthers seek their perfection in the matter of Nature, but few Earthers seek the perfection of Grace that is required to traverse into the perfection of the unknown.
Ha, an attempt at waxing, I am enjoying this, thanks Parodites.
I beg to differ since I’ve seen souls without bodies in a place that wasn’t fun. There are many planes our souls can exist on. Only visited two. One felt fucking incredible and the other felt chilling. Seriously doubting the dusty end of becoming everything.
I was enjoying it too, but then I got wasted and, I enjoy that more than anything else. My solution to regret is just that. These human trivialities, our works and days, as Hesiod sung, recall a string of references I made in a certain passage … trivialities that despite how repetitive, dull, and monotous, (‘inane labore … Paradisum’, as I quote below) still cannot “crush the heart of sin” (‘amissum nescis Paradisum’, again below) and extinguish our tormenting “memory of paradise” Thus:
"… a Labor knowing the ‘works and days’ which are our charge, from out of Genesis, which even still cannot crush the heart of sin like the grasshopper, which pulls itself along under the weight of Vanity,- inane labore putas curam vitiisque amissum nescis Paradisum,- [Umbritius Cantianus, in: Satira Juvenalis ad Pamphilum Urbanum. Species ita flectere inanes corda virum longe qui non indulta tuentur. Nempe labore putas, curam, vitiisque vacare ruricolas. Amissum nescis paradisum, et dira tropae inferni regis?] or still, the morbo affectum libidinem read out of the furious voluptancies of Nature,- a ‘dulcis venenum’ in vitium irreparabile mutat enjoyed here below the occluded firmament, et oculi aeterno confudere Vultus,- [Guidonis Vanninius Lucensis, Carminum; Precatio ad Deum: ab dulce venenum dulcis amarices vitium, et nimium reparabile mutat in damnum mortis; Lunae valeat confundere vultus, aeternosque oculos coeli foedare.] an ‘earthly fragment’ borne with the angels ex theia anaphora praxteon, whose depth were measured only by the height of our Fall, qua peccatorum differentia in progressu ad ingens praecipitum,- [Urbanus Siberus, in: Enchiridion Sextus Pythagoraeus Christi ut Codicem Rhenanius. P. 281-282. Quum itaque non vult, aliquod peccatum alio levius dici, hoc tantum cupit, e peccatorum differentia proclivitatem peccandi introducendam non esse, siquidem ex tenui progressu ad ingens praecipitium abiri soleat. Note Thom. Gattacerus, ad Marcum Antoninum; lib. III: ‘theia anaphora mikrotaton praxteon’; ‘the slightest triviality, for which we are estranged from the divinity’. παν και το μικροτατον συν τε επι θεια αναφορα πραχτεον.] "
So yes, sorry everyone; I’ve been drunk for a week straight. Or however long it’s been. Makes you wonder how I am able to digest such vastitudes of knowledge when I can’t remember anything that happened the last few days. Well, the answer to that is: through a series of complex rituals, I have allowed Lemurian time-demons to inhabit my body and grant me negromantically acquired superhuman knowledge, in exchange of course, (following the Romantic trope) for the typical Faustian price of feasting on my soul for eternity, what little of it is left to them anyway, since even demons won’t be dipping into my consumptive habits. Anyway, if you wanna get in on that, you can go read this schizopost, especially the mathematics parts, IIT especially. As I explained, I combined two unrelated theories: the theory of Ur-Alternatives, and the IIT theory of integrated information. The first reconstructs physics through pure geometrical n-dimensional projections of 1-bit binary atomic informational units, while the later, reconstructs a theory of consciousness purely informationally, out of similar 1-bit atomic units. So IIT can analyze any system’s complexity in terms of pure informational contents and determine its “cause-effect-space”, with cause-effect spaces that are complex enough consequently possessing an additional variable in their being able to causally effect themselves, with that self-effecting property being, in their definition, what “consciousness” itself is. Combining a bunch of CCRU stuff and various rituals from disparate systems of Magick, I was able to define IIT structures via irreducible dimensional spaces reft between other IIT structures, (incorporating the dimensional projections of ur-alternatives) such that the irreducible spatial deformations and distances I extrapolated possess, again utilizing IIT vocabulary, what I can only call… an “anti-consciousness.” Because they possess a kind of … anti-cause-effect-space… That anti-causal property is the source of the time manipulation based magick. Those anti-consciousnesses are the Lemurian time-demons. The products of Lovecraft’s mythological, autopoietic processes, whereby the mind was confronted by its own irreducible cross-correlated content. These demons, when finally reached- through various intellectual and meditative processes which I will of course not describe to any of you, well, you get to travel with them between the liminal spaces,- including the spaces between time; not just this time, but of all parallel time-lines. It’s also how I ‘search’ un-searchable knowledge, which I extensively just pulled references from. I do it by looking outside of time, so I see everything all at once, and from that vantage, patterns become perceptible that would not be otherwise … strings of connections, strings of references, idea-chains… They are overwhelming because once they start to form, once you notice one of these patterns, it just continues auto-replicating; it can cause madness. One of the reasons I don’t actively promote the actual… rituals and techniques.
Hey, check this out, one time they astrally transported me back into ancient Greece, the peripatetic days, and I was able to listen in to a great joke told by a philosopher whose works survive only in fragments. And I’m not even going to tell you where to go to read those fragments. I will tell you his joke though.
The ancient stoic, Carneades Cyrenicus. It goes: χρεσις αρετες εν ευτυχια. You probably don’t speak ancient Greek, especially that particular dialect. Old Ionian shit. Well here’s its basic English-isized meaning: “What is happiness? It is when prosperity still affords us the opportunity for virtue.” Of course, as with all stoics, perhaps he did not himself recognize it as a joke.
What about when poverty still affords you the opportunity to be an intellectually inflated hyper-verbal know-it-all asshole like me? (Actually, “supra-know-it-all”, since my knowledge exceeds the limitations of mortals. And if any of you think you know someone who knows more than me, or you wanna test my shit, why don’t you take a fucking shot.) But then, I never took to the intellectual temptations of the Stoa.
And no, I am not fucking with you. Well, I am, but not in the way you would probably think of. Not by lying about the Lemurian time demons, those guys are real. I am fucking with you by rubbing it into everyone’s face, the depth of my supernatural knowledge and memory.
People with supernatural depth don’t do walls of text.
Also … you spoke of regret.
Regret is the law in a zero sum world. People who don’t regret are looked down upon.
Yes. Your attempts at comedy and sarcasm and mental acrobatics have my attention.
Go read the wall of text then, most people like them. Some people say less is more: I say more is more. I despise minimalism in all its degenerate forms. I am, like Scriabin, a maximalist- in all things; in music, writing, knowledge. My claim is simple, well one of my claims, namely that I possess more knowledge than any living man, or any dead one. Until one of you can prove you know more, indicate someone else who knows more, or by some means prove I’m just making up these unsearchable names and references: fuck off, I’ll write as lengthily as I feel like writing. But this is the mundane element of what I just wrote. I wanna talk about Lemurian time-demons and this is distracting from that, especially considering the fact that your whiny, bitching ‘nuh-uh!’ just brought this thread forward into a new page. I’m going back to page two and reading my own shit some more.
Still waiting for your story of your fall.
Ah, no? You think that the energy of your Will is the only one operating, pushing reality in and out?
Does theia anaphora praxteon mean more? If so, spill your beans?
But do you possess more understanding?
What are your thoughts on the Void of sleep (not dreaming)?
Do I have more understanding? Like I said, the extent of my knowledge, is only equaled by the extent of my originality, my original composition and text- so yes.
And as to Phoneutria, what was your comment… I read it 20 seconds ago but I already forgot it. Kid something… Kid, you only bug me because you like to, or whatever it was. Fuck off. You keep following me around and bugging me because you need to bug me. I don’t know why it is, but I draw female attention to myself, in spite of the fact that you could march every woman on the face of the earth to my front door ready to fuck and I’d turn them all down. I only ever loved one. The rest of you mean less than nothing to me. To be honest with you, I don’t even like women. I’d be homosexual if I could. Unfortunately, I was dispensed the wrong genetic profile.
Ex theia mikrotaton praxteon. Praxteon refers to the price paid for something. Theia means, in relation to the Gods, or to the divinity. Ex means ex. Out of. Through which. Mikrotaton refers to the “smallest” of something. Mikrotaton praxteon, the smallest price paid for… ex theia, our divinity. You fill in all the blanks to figure out what it means.
The smallest things cost our own godhood. Like this, like my having to respond to your shit Phoneutria, or elmandu or whatever your name was. I don’t even bother reading it anymore. I get tired. I get tired of listening to it. That’s why I retreat into drugs and lemurian chronosorcery. I very clearly elaborated my claims, and how to take me down a peg, if you really wanted to. And you’re not going to. I’d teach what I know, I’d only charge one thing. Accept me as master and half-god, throw down all pride and exalt me as your better in every conceivable way that one thing can be better than another thing, and I’d teach you everything I know, and how I came to know it. I’d teach you how to become greater than I am.
In spite of all evidence to the contrary, you can’t accept that anything I’ve said during the unfolding of this thread could be true. Well fuckstick, guess what, all of it’s true. Watch your step or I’ll use my lemurian chronodemons to curse you with cancer of the small intestines or something. And I can see into your brain: Is he joking with that, or not? I’m not. I’ll give you ocular cancer, faggot.
You people have no sense of humor. How could you have a sense of reality. Question mark. Not question mark.
I don’t even remember what was just happening… nor do I care. Something about … Trying to explain the worlds between the worlds, and Phoneutria, and people not being able to accept… There is more than this life, or this time… I could have been replying to a post 1,000 years ago, it doesn’t matter. Anyway. This is an annotation to… Mylonymus… the first page of this thread … “Man does not naturally fear death, but that he is taught to …” There is no other time… just this time.
Thus, having been so taught, in cupienti mori copia mortis non sit [Boessius Dionysius Saluagnius Delphinatis, Commentarius Ovidii, interpretes Sophoclaeum.] or brought up with this corrupta timore, (the ‘Theophilii noxa imaginatricis’) one might wish to confer blame,- either to the Thebanus Linae (Linus of the poets) or the Lina Orphaeum, (Linus of the philosophers.) [Valeri. Probus Berytius, in Commentaria Virgili Eclogae. Linus autem thebanus poeta fuit Apollinis sum eos, quos nunc poeta sequitur filius. Nu satis excesserat dicedo linus poeta Orpheaque theologum.] though it were of no real account to make demarcation thereof, or sequester the ends of human nature by the ends of art,- quad omnino homines scientia in omnes artium vincis; [Petrus Chabbotius Gualterii Pictonis Sanlupensis, in: Praelectiones Horatii Venusini Vatis Poemata Explicantur. Hippia Socratices dicitur: omnes omnino homines scientia plurimarum artium vincis. The study of human nature demands the study, equally, of all arts. The ‘noxa imaginatricis’ is also discussed here,- an object of thought lacking the ‘material image’ through which memory stabilizes the ‘energeia’ of the ‘atomic’ (a la. Lucretius) passions and directs them toward some end,- as having, in the Epicurean theory, subverted the role of the ratio in the delineation of natural goods from ills.] nor were it of greater moment, be that blame imputed to the common ‘misera ambitione laborat’ * of mortality, endured in morbus dat generosa morbum with the philosophers,- or perfected in acheronice gravi ex studiam virtutis by the theologues,- [Georgius Dottanius Sartoris Menigensiis, in: Carmen Lysitelilogon de Poetices Commoditatibus Contra Sacrilogos Divini Muneris Osores. Recall the soliloquies of Lysiteles, from out of Plautus, concerning the pitfalls of Love, finally reproving us, not to simply avoid it, but to ‘fear’ it, in the enigmatical apothegm offered out of Goethe’s Faust, which we might extend to the charm of poetry.] a Labor knowing the ‘works and days’ which are our charge, from out of Genesis, which even still cannot crush the heart of sin like the grasshopper, which pulls itself along under the weight of Vanity,- inane labore putas curam vitiisque amissum nescis Paradisum,- [Umbritius Cantianus, in: Satira Juvenalis ad Pamphilum Urbanum. Species ita flectere inanes corda virum longe qui non indulta tuentur. Nempe labore putas, curam, vitiisque vacare ruricolas. Amissum nescis paradisum, et dira tropae inferni regis?] or still, the morbo affectum libidinem read out of the furious voluptancies of Nature,- a ‘dulcis venenum’ in vitium irreparabile mutat enjoyed here below the occluded firmament, et oculi aeterno confudere Vultus,- [Guidonis Vanninius Lucensis, Carminum; Precatio ad Deum: ab dulce venenum dulcis amarices vitium, et nimium reparabile mutat in damnum mortis; Lunae valeat confundere vultus, aeternosque oculos coeli foedare.] an ‘earthly fragment’ borne with the angels ex theia anaphora praxteon, whose depth were measured only by the height of our Fall, qua peccatorum differentia in progressu ad ingens praecipitum,- [Urbanus Siberus, in: Enchiridion Sextus Pythagoraeus Christi ut Codicem Rhenanius. P. 281-282. Quum itaque non vult, aliquod peccatum alio levius dici, hoc tantum cupit, e peccatorum differentia proclivitatem peccandi introducendam non esse, siquidem ex tenui progressu ad ingens praecipitium abiri soleat. Note Thom. Gattacerus, ad Marcum Antoninum; lib. III: ‘theia anaphora praxteon’. παν και το μικροτατον συν τε επι θεια αναφορα πραχτεον.] a sorrow exalted with the Prometheia of Knowledge (‘luctus miseros in Daedaliis ignipotens devinxit crura Prometheia’; Daedalus ignipotens devinxit crura Promethei compedibus quondam iussu Iovis cruentis. In: Antonius Thylesius Consentinus, Carmina et Epistolae ex codice Morellianii.) and the baneful Apple in serpentibus perpetuo morsum, after the Poets.** [Tanaquillus Fabrius de Caen, in: Futilitate Poetices. Paraphr: Poetices morbo affectum libidinem in voluptatibus corporis immersos, (recall the Ovidian ‘mortis imago’ alluded to earlier) illum a serpentibus perpetuo morsum. P. 31-32. Note the similar language (to both of our previous citations) employed by Varusaeus in his Annalium Complectitur Historiam Boicum, concerning likewise, the ‘separation’ of the name, ‘ex virtutis nomen anima aedificat’: “Ejus ambitionem & habendi libidinem non nihil induxere aliqua templorum aedificia, animo tam immerso foedis corporis voluptatibus, ut non modo honestatis formam, sed etiam virtutis nomen horreret.”, ie. ambition alone raises temples as much as the name of virtue raises the heart of the virtuous.] Recall that, when the Serpent managed to convince Eve to taste of Knowledge, he did not simply promise that she would not die, but that she would “not die the death of things”,- the ‘morte moriermini’ of Origen, (translated literally, the phrase simply means “dying death”) or, out of Nazianus’ mystical vocabulary, the death of the ‘autothanatos’,- this fact generally signifying a symbolic gap intrinsic to the Word, through which another kind of death might be precipitated upon the human race, as upon all of Nature,- the ‘terrestrial paradise’ of which man was once spiritually injoined through the Adamic tongue,- ‘in poetas antiquissimum sapientia genus philosophatos’,- [Poetas, antiquissimum sapientum genus, primos omnium philosophatos esse. The first philosophers, were said to have been poets; poetry as the ‘primordial’ wisdom in primos omnium philosophatum. Iohann Gott. Heineccius, in: Elementa Philosophiae Rationalis et Moralis, Accessere Historia; de Philosophia Graecanica.] a Nature whose ‘various language’ [Bryant: “To him who in the love of Nature holds communion with her visible forms, she speaks a various language …” A lost immediacy once enjoyed as a ‘rhapsody of images’, in Hamann’s phrase, through which Adam had named the animals.] were torn now from him by the ‘asylum ironia’ of a more ‘human language’,- a vicious circle extended ad aeternam animae aur felicitatem, aut miseriam pertinerent confabulatum. [Neque omnes, neque omnibus in rebus decet ironia. In verba sunt, in nuga sunt ineptia. Nicolai Serrarius, in: Logi-Logia; Opusculorum Theologicorum.]
[size=85]*‘vel circa finem laborum’; in miseriam nostram cumulare, satis alias coecam, labori vere ulterius non obfuscet per abusum bonorum temporalium. Engestromii Gradualis de Praestantissima Vita Theoretica atque Practica. P. 32.
** The two works cited here, (the Futilitate Poetices and the Carmina Contra Sacrilogos Λυσιτελιλογιον) seemingly framing opposing sides of the one discussion, defend poetry against philosophy and religion, on the one hand, while the other defends philosophy and religion against the ‘futilities’ or “asylum ironia” of the poets. The first of the two, as quoted here, will be rendered in paraphrase: Nil genus antiquum terre titanta pubes continuo magni fulmine vieta Iovis? Monitis ceca divinis pectora format interpres vite rectios omnis abest sacra anime illuviem scelerate monstrat; et atram peste diluere qua ratione queas pectus si tumidum misera ambitione laborat instriuit exemplis qua brevis omnis honor, quam sit bono; res solicito corrupta timore sed curis humili libera vita loco ignis avaritie, si torret pectora dire quo pellas morbus dat generosa morbum, spicula capti oculis qui blanda cupidinis intus sita geris medico experiere manus absterret pene vicio formidine grandi manes quam miseri bant acheronice gravi ex studiam virtutis premia iusta.[/size]
This is mania, not a schism of thought, but if you’re shooting for “crazy, as in cool,” okay then, carry on, ya maniac.
I counted eleven mistranslations in the original draft. Please revise the treatise before republication. Thank you.
While the wall of text is hard on the eyes, I still have to admire his commitment to it.
Lolwat? I never… translated anything. Like Burton in the Anatomy of Melancholy, I avoid directly translating things because I feel it would be like translating Shakespeare into Chinese then back into English. Instead I go about it with Walter Benjamin’s approach to translation, and instead, prefer to absorb references into some greater whole, of which they are all a part, only directly rendering English with little phrases out of the quotes. As far as I recall, the only things I directly translated were the the phrase from Gattacerus, as well as the full aphorism from Carneades. And those were immaculate, especially with Carneades, because it is hard to Englishs-isize the actual witticism of an ancient Ioanian Greek joke.
Some guy said this is mania, not a schism of thought. That sentence doesn’t actually mean anything, does it? No? Alright, so it doesn’t mean anything.
So a bunch of nothing, huh. Any of you want to try again?
Still waiting for the story of your fall. How you sold your soul to demons too and some discussion about the Void of sleep, what unseen healing or regeneration transpires during this necessity. Can a soul think once their human body dies?