“Love is more like a painful cancer that stays right there in your chest. And it gradually increases day by day, making us more and more vulnerable. You know it will rip you off and mess you up. Yet, we keep it afire by constantly feeding it with the remnants of the time we were in ‘Love’. All those memories create a void, and we feel restless and unsettled.
But remember, we are all made up of stardust of this cosmic world. We are moulded to fight. We are here to shine. And Love gives us the reasons to fight for. It gives us the power to fight.”
- Anand Badarkhe
12 july~ currently reading “The Difficulty of Being Good” by Gurcharan Das. had a bit of a slow start since it makes references to indian mythology and concepts such as dharma (safe to say i was very confused hehe) but i stuck to it and 10/10 would recommend if you’re looking into south asian academia/philosophy!
also peep the chocolate in my oatmeal 🤓
“Still I have a favor to ask of them. When my sons are grown up, I would ask you, O my friends, to punish them; and I would have you trouble them, as I have troubled you, if they seem to care about riches, or anything, more than about virtue; or if they pretend to be something when they are really nothing, - then reprove them, as I have reproved you, for not caring about that for which they ought to care, and thinking that they are something when they are really nothing. And if you do this, I and my sons will have received justice at your hands. “
Socrates in Plato’s Apology
A constant thirst for knowledge is both a blessing and a curse. I want to know every small minute detail about life, I want to study art and philosophy and literature and maths and theoretical physics and I want to know every answer to every question anyone could ever ask but there really isn’t enough time for that is there
I just want to work at a university in 19th century England and spend my days drinking black tea and debating philosophy with students and reading poetry and prose lying in the grass in the courtyard and writing my thesis on a newly invented typewriter during rainstorms
“According to the Gnostics, this world, the material cosmos, is the result of a primordial error on the part of a supra-cosmic, supremely divine being, usually called Sophia (Wisdom) or simply the Logos. This being is described as the final emanation of a divine hierarchy, called the Plêrôma or “Fullness,” at the head of which resides the supreme God, the One beyond Being. The error of Sophia, which is usually identified as a reckless desire to know the transcendent God, leads to the hypostatization of her desire in the form of a semi-divine and essentially ignorant creature known as the Demiurge (Greek: dêmiourgos, “craftsman”), or Ialdabaoth, who is responsible for the formation of the material cosmos. This act of craftsmanship is actually an imitation of the realm of the Pleroma, but the Demiurge is ignorant of this, and hubristically declares himself the only existing God. At this point, the Gnostic revisionary critique of the Hebrew Scriptures begins, as well as the general rejection of this world as a product of error and ignorance, and the positing of a higher world, to which the human soul will eventually return. However, when all is said and done, one finds that the error of Sophia and the begetting of the inferior cosmos are occurrences that follow a certain law of necessity, and that the so-called “dualism” of the divine and the earthly is really a reflection and expression of the defining tension that constitutes the being of humanity—the human being.“
–Internet Encyclopedia of Philosophy
A. Since all the figures that Klossowski
are “simulacra,” we need to understand this word in the resonance we can now give to it:
a. a vain image (as opposed to reality).
– Michel Foucault, The Prose of Actaeon (Part II: Simulacra), La Nouvelle Revue Francaise 135 (March 1964), Robert Hurley’s translation
A Civicidal Civilization
civicide | noun - To err en masse
For example, when an sufficiently influential social mass mistake a thing (eg. a label or stereotype) for the entire experience of a life encapsulated within the dome of a fleshy casing. Civicide is occurring so long as this majority consents to upholding this crude and, perhaps, pernicious, equivocation.
“You see, the war, the true war, has never been one waged by droids, or warships, or soldiers. They are but crude matter, obstacles against which we test ourselves. The true war is waged in the heart of all living things, against our own natures, light or dark. That is what shapes and binds this galaxy, not these creations of man. You are the battleground. And if you fall the death of the Republic will be such a quiet thing, a whisper, that shall herald the darkness to come.” - Kreia, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic 2
“Let us reflect in another way, and we shall see that there is great reason to hope that death is a good, for one of two things: - either death is a state of nothingness and utter unconsciousness, or, as men say, there is a change and migration of the soul from this world to another. Now if you suppose that there is no consciousness, but a sleep like the sleep of him who is undisturbed even by the sight of dreams, death will be an unspeakable gain. For if a person were to select the night in which his sleep was undisturbed even by dreams, and were to compare with this the other days and nights of his life, and then were to tell us how many days and nights he had passed in the course of his life better and more pleasantly than this one, I think that any man, I will not say a private man, but even the great king, will not find many such days or nights, when compared with the others. Now if death is like this, I say that to die is gain; for eternity is then only a single night. But if death is the journey to another place, and there, as men say, all the dead are, what good, O my friends and judges, can be greater than this? (…) Nay, if this be true, let me die again and again. (…) Above all, I shall be able to continue my search into true and false knowledge; as in this world, so also in that; I shall find out who is wise, and who pretends to be wise, and is not. What would not a man give, O judges, to be able to examine the leader of the great Trojan expedition; or Odysseus or Sisyphus, or numberless others, men and women too! What infinite delight would there be in conversing with them and asking them questions! For in that world they do not put a man to death for this; certainly not. For besides being happier in that world than in this, they will be immortal, if what is said is true. (…)
The hour of departure has arrived, and we go our ways - I to die, and you to live. Which is better God only knows.”
Socrates’ Comments on his Sentence in Plato’s Apology