T H E E N D C O M M U N E

Pretentious Zolpidem Ramblings

There is no normal standard of spiritual health and there is no definite criterion or measurement for it; happiness is never a birth-right nor is comfort nor some easy equanimity our natural condition; there is also no single intrinsically correct mode of being afore the Lord and there is no evidence suggesting that the human is necessarily content and cheerful by nature. Rather, by mere fact of just being human and of being condemned to this  unrelenting consciousness, we can conclude that there is one animal which is sicker and frailer than the rest of the lot, and that this animal is surely the human being… for what is consciousness if not a disease, a purulent scab in the side of histories and an inflammation of the nervous system of evolution itself? And what is consciousness really, except for a disease and a blemish upon this evolution?

The human is born with an overdevelopment in skill and with an overemphasis in passion―both of which do not fit into the design of the natural world. The human being is too skilled in understanding and she is programmed to pursue love and sensuality―traits which do not rather help the human in the forest but only further chasm the cliffs of man and nature from each-other. Since human beings search for answers to questions we can simply not measure in the laboratory, we try with epistemological consistency to overcome the human in us by probing the mystical for answers and fishing the deeper deeps, digging longer and longer holes downward. The human craving for philosophical and valual justification on matters of the fundamental metaphysics of existence is a prayer left unheard and ringing in the Divine silence of the night…. because there is no great common denominator: God pushes every man away from each-other.

The human life is same for all but at the same time fundamentally different for all: a suffering which is relative in phenomenological terms but absolute in terms of the inevitability of its causality and damnation. Weltschmerz. The want to know about life and death cannot be satisfied, therefore the human is faced with a reality no other animal must grapple with. The human perceives this pursuit for knowledge with increasing absurdity, since due to the essentially paradoxical nature of everything, the closer one gets to the core of these questions, the vaster, the shadier, the greyer, and the more fleeting their answers will start to seem. It is a perennial and objectively incomprehensible darkness―that is the only fact we, as humankind, may join hands commonly in recognition of.