Nov 18, 2024
'These sensitive people are so terribly absorbed in their own reactions.'
Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat
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'These sensitive people are so terribly absorbed in their own reactions.'
Iris Murdoch, from A Fairly Honourable Defeat
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peacock feathers - original poem
We are all so alone, so trapped and isolated from everything.
We are all secluded, our being surrounded by skin which contains a whole universe inside, all of the essence of what we are.
We long to escape, we need stories as a way to be out of our being, at least for a small time, to feel as though we are really a part of something outside ourselves.
We all have a whole universe in us, a whole perception.
We use expression to try to escape ourselves, to forget that we are eternally boxed in by walls of skin, that there is no way we'll ever know if there is anything beyond what our mind and senses have created for us to enjoy.
We use music, the touch of others, we try to take what is inside of us and put it outside with sound and color and patterns and words.
We try to take things in from other universes and we try to believe that it mixes with our unique being inside but we will never know, we can never be sure if everything outside the skin was created by ourselves, and we are alone.
Dare to escape yourself.
Push the boundaries of the walls that surround your being.
link to the rest of the book: https://docs.google.com/document/d/17VSD6_3ASugYj6UdUNcoyx-g2Te55qBUR1Bl5pfEldU/edit?usp=sharing
a letter to a friend
a letter to a friend
they never noticed
anything
they never saw
the things you couldn’t help but see
you, you, you
the poet, the worker, the thinker, the do-er
the intellectual, the cultured, the enlightened
the whole, awakened human
not aimlessly marching
in some void behind retinas
but seeing everything
all at once
and it overwhelmingly, incandescently, screechingly
blinds you
and, while playing spectator to the…
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HE WHO WAS EVER THERE - THE FIRST PHASE OF MAN
"Void, Nihilism, Nullum, Vacuum, That which has a name but no material presence, That which is but a concept; yet a foundation, A theorem - a proposition of the deluded, He who was ever there, Ever present, omnipotent, omniscient, yet not omnipresent. Inexistent, yet all that exists..." The first verse from a series of poems I wrote to try and decode the insane ramblings inside my mind. Written about 4 years ago as I came to form my own path. The full poem is very is quite long, and there are many more pages of different poems describing the 3 Prime Stages of Existence. This describes the first stage, and the last, which are Void. The cycle as I have theorised goes as follows: Void > Delusion > Void. The current stage we are in is the delusion, and when we pass we re-enter the void. To channel and praise the void through us reminds us of our insignificance. However this doesn't have to be sad. To accept this is the most important stage in the decoding of the delusion. We ARE insignificant, yet within resides the entirety of existence. Which, in of itself is insignificant. To give things value is to delve further into the delusion. We, the creators and preceptors, must realise our very nature, as this is the first step to attaining the Black Flame of Knowledge. I've once heard my beliefs be referred to as "Glorifed, enchanced Nihilism and Solipsism". This, is actually quite accurate. I have given a purpose to that which defeats purpose through the purpose of decoding and defeating reality. A paradoxical thought, no? The Black Sun is Rising, Greet the New Age, Brothers and Sisters. -SynodicOracle
These ideas emerged from a kind of mad solipsism, a massive lack of connection with the world.
Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil
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If I know no one got me I know solipsism does
inconsiderate morons, Damned.
You trespassed on my Dominion are are now damned.
Metal Gear Solipsist easy as hell, don't even need stealth when you're the only person in existence