Fucking Confusions
there are as many paths as there are ugly
people,
but there is no single path on which they
are all
intuitively in joint procession,
and there is no single way as to gather them
all,
these salmon in migration,
to stop them down-stream in some fish-ponds
as to collect them, make them into the one
and
the many, as if into a shoal,
into some singular union of
essence.
yes, there
are as many paths as there are fish in the water, and no fisher with his
fisher's net may catch them all as one, as to collect them, distribute them,
sell them, and from them make a wealthy and fabulous living.
for the
shoal of “truths” disperse down there
at the
burning touch of man's predatory eye
leering
like a sun or like an anus―
when you
would least expect or desire one.
we can not collectively define absolute
ugliness
intent on reaching a consensus of opinion
on the
matter, for as with the moment we try to
do so,
an even uglier ugliness will have
appeared.
the claim of intrinsicality
as an absolute underpinning
to some universal and epistemologically
undeniable morality
is false.
we have
scaffolds to lean against, but only scaffolds,
and the
erection of the statue within these scaffolds
is wholly
the work of the doing of our own.
notwithstanding,
we have packaged “truths”,
but no such
can to a whole feed fill the voids of the individual, for she is hungrier than
that. and total ideology is by the way only the judenstern of the one
losing at life.
can you
trust your guiding-dog, the one you follow ironically (man behind beast!),
all you willfully blind reveries floating like specters of aether?
you fake
and wobbly ectoplasma
in the
guise and flesh of humans!!!
you assure yourselves there is only one way
to legitimately think about life,
and you live your sorry lives
accordingly.
you, in the
respect of a human being, a spiritual being, gravitate uncontrollably towards a state of religious and
authentic differentiation, while at the same time aspiring by the pressure of
family and society to an unfragmentable human-social quantum unity.
a pathetic utopia failing
pathetically.
it seems
that ontological realities precede human tendencies for epistemology which we
follow and out of which we develop projects and nurture aspirations in order to
understand the very ontological conditions wherein we find ourselves―in facticity and in spirit.
or, you can
say that the methods by which you inquire about reality and your place in it,
are not necessarily conform with the philosophical substrate of existence
itself.
in other
words, the things we talk ourselves into regarding existence (especially with
regards to its metaphysics) is by no means undoubtedly true. it is not a given
that they correspond to the actual reality of events and affairs. this is our
collective archetypal pathology: our path of least resistance into the future
as potential agents of God failing.
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