Oct 2017
there's a common "saying" in the realm of thinkers: i'm thinking about thought - and it's so common that it deserves an answer: that doubling-up of a two tier manifestation of consciousness... thought is a verb that seemingly has not translatory outlet akin to a limb, yet thinking is, very much akin to magnetism, thinking is a sixth sense - in that thought it mandible, and is attracted to almost anything, and can make something out of nothing, the mere act of thinking is obviously superficial, mere thought does not produce a tolstoy moment with a war & peace end product, but whatever they call "mindfulness" is a load of crock-****... the prime ingredient is not res cogitans (thinking thing) - you only become mindful when you stop to think... i have to admit, the least spectacular element of thinking is ethics... the ought i vs. the i ought not... thinking is hardly an "ethical" judgement medium.
thinking about thought:
cogitans circa cogito* can sometimes
be debilitating,
to be honest: it's actually debilitating -
i find thinking a phenomenon -
or rather the soul (as concept)
an unexplained phenomenon,
with thinking being a noumenon -
i find that we're closer
to being the kantian revisionism of
cartesian "spandex" than we really
believe: i stopped believing in
the cartesian res cogitans -
i even stopped believing in my own
res vanus thing emptied, ready to be
filled,
the spontaneity of thought,
its originality, even with a repetitive
narrative leaves me bewildered by
kant's res per se: a thing in itself...
lodge a person in a stranger's pair of
shoes, lodge a person in a stranger's
cognitive "pattern" -
the result is: you'd still cling to your own,
however better the other's is
by comparison.
but there's a reason why
there's an antithesis to the cartesian res cogitans:
we do not perpetually think,
there's no chance in hell to suggest
that thinking as perpetuated,
without holes of "meditation" where
no narrative emerges...
i like thinking, i call it cognitive cinematics,
i actually prefer thinking than
watching cinema -
most people abhor the riddle of thought,
i find the existence of thought to be
as ridiculous as the "existence" of a soul...
thought is alien to me,
its mere existence is alienating,
in that it does not possess all the verb requirements,
yet nonetheless is the crucial moral
compass...
i thought that i ought to do /
i thought that i ought not to, do...
thought is a protruding limb
made invisible by the disguise of its psychic origins...
i understand that extroverts abhor thinking,
and introverts bask in the "sunshine" of about
10 minutes of a decent narrative,
without a book...
point being: i break down when
a súdòkū doesn't clarify into an ensō...
you **** up once, you **** up the whole puzzle...
actually, cogitans circa cogito is debilitating,
its a consciousness of a conscious,
trying to limitate conscience -
i.e. thinking is partially ethics, but mostly
narrative...
but there comes a time when it's useful,
notably when you fucl up a súdòkū
puzzle and read some heidegger...
something about aphorism 87 ponderings VI...
for a person so invested in sein und zeit -
so invested in being, and notably in time -
to produce the spatial rather than a temporal
concept of dasein?
staggering...
even though heidegger is more
interested in space, rather than time,
to nonetheless write what he did...
mind you, what's the antithesis of the heilig geist?
the zeitgeist -
and the father?
the status quo: the un-moveable rock solid
presence of a deity.
i'm still bewildered
that heidegger was so obsessed with the temporal
realm, yet produced a spatial concept of
existence...
why do i think about thinking?
how many mindless acts do people perform
that magnetises other peoples' interest to
"explain" the irrational?
too many... better to think about thought,
than to think about not thinking.
people act so mindlessly on so many occasions
that it somehow makes sense,
to think about the sixth sense: which is thought.
entertainment wise? well, it's not
exactly skydiving,
but if you find thinking entertaining,
almost toying with the ethical
dimension aspect of this rubix cube
of unsolvable curiosities among the general
venomous bite of indignities...
the film's just started...
and as long as you don't think
that it's all going to turn out into a telekinetic /
telepathic freak-show...
strange, even the most sensible of
people manage to believe in a god
in the realm of philosophy, or a soul...
that's a heresy and also abhorred is a belief
that thinking can translate into
telekinesis, or telepathy.
i like to think about thought -
because it eradicates all ethical questions of
the θ-δει / θ-πρεπει -
all moral actions stem from having
the capacity to invert thinking-as-narrating into
thinking-about-thought...
it's almost like: licking the membrane
of the unconscious, to agitate it
into "speaking" confucian, i.e. the golden
motto: not unto others, as not unto yourself.
this, amazing to finally realise that
the primary concept emerging from heidegger
is a spatial rather a temporal orientation
of existence...
more importantly: the so called
"ambiguity", or rather inconsistency?
so necessary in writing,
if i was given a book as rigid as a rubric
of the times table of 2 x 1 trough to 2 x 9...
i wouldn't be reading and immediately
"revising" / innovating -
i'd be reading a well polished novel that
does not require my input, or subsequent
desires for an impetus to write...
i'd quite simply settle for the end-score...
and grind out the meat of the narrative
into a session of commuting back home
on the tube, perhaps once in a while falling
asleep...
there's essentially time,
as there's essentially space,
and there's quintessentially thought...
where the two essential extremes converge
is already ****** obvious -
actually, it's not like this:
there's the quintessential time -
as there's the quintessential space -
so uncorrupt-able as they are on their own,
than even when merged:
there's the quintessential space-time continuum...
thought? it's essential, but it's not
quintessential -
thinking never was, and never will be,
the most perfect un-embodiment of man;
sure, thinking is essential -
but it will never be quintessential...
thought can become corrupt,
time only becomes "corrupt"
by nostalgia -
as space becomes "corrupt" by claustrophobia /
agoraphobia.
thinking about thought:
cogitans circa cogito* can sometimes
be debilitating,
to be honest: it's actually debilitating -
i find thinking a phenomenon -
or rather the soul (as concept)
an unexplained phenomenon,
with thinking being a noumenon -
i find that we're closer
to being the kantian revisionism of
cartesian "spandex" than we really
believe: i stopped believing in
the cartesian res cogitans -
i even stopped believing in my own
res vanus thing emptied, ready to be
filled,
the spontaneity of thought,
its originality, even with a repetitive
narrative leaves me bewildered by
kant's res per se: a thing in itself...
lodge a person in a stranger's pair of
shoes, lodge a person in a stranger's
cognitive "pattern" -
the result is: you'd still cling to your own,
however better the other's is
by comparison.
but there's a reason why
there's an antithesis to the cartesian res cogitans:
we do not perpetually think,
there's no chance in hell to suggest
that thinking as perpetuated,
without holes of "meditation" where
no narrative emerges...
i like thinking, i call it cognitive cinematics,
i actually prefer thinking than
watching cinema -
most people abhor the riddle of thought,
i find the existence of thought to be
as ridiculous as the "existence" of a soul...
thought is alien to me,
its mere existence is alienating,
in that it does not possess all the verb requirements,
yet nonetheless is the crucial moral
compass...
i thought that i ought to do /
i thought that i ought not to, do...
thought is a protruding limb
made invisible by the disguise of its psychic origins...
i understand that extroverts abhor thinking,
and introverts bask in the "sunshine" of about
10 minutes of a decent narrative,
without a book...
point being: i break down when
a súdòkū doesn't clarify into an ensō...
you **** up once, you **** up the whole puzzle...
actually, cogitans circa cogito is debilitating,
its a consciousness of a conscious,
trying to limitate conscience -
i.e. thinking is partially ethics, but mostly
narrative...
but there comes a time when it's useful,
notably when you fucl up a súdòkū
puzzle and read some heidegger...
something about aphorism 87 ponderings VI...
for a person so invested in sein und zeit -
so invested in being, and notably in time -
to produce the spatial rather than a temporal
concept of dasein?
staggering...
even though heidegger is more
interested in space, rather than time,
to nonetheless write what he did...
mind you, what's the antithesis of the heilig geist?
the zeitgeist -
and the father?
the status quo: the un-moveable rock solid
presence of a deity.
i'm still bewildered
that heidegger was so obsessed with the temporal
realm, yet produced a spatial concept of
existence...
why do i think about thinking?
how many mindless acts do people perform
that magnetises other peoples' interest to
"explain" the irrational?
too many... better to think about thought,
than to think about not thinking.
people act so mindlessly on so many occasions
that it somehow makes sense,
to think about the sixth sense: which is thought.
entertainment wise? well, it's not
exactly skydiving,
but if you find thinking entertaining,
almost toying with the ethical
dimension aspect of this rubix cube
of unsolvable curiosities among the general
venomous bite of indignities...
the film's just started...
and as long as you don't think
that it's all going to turn out into a telekinetic /
telepathic freak-show...
strange, even the most sensible of
people manage to believe in a god
in the realm of philosophy, or a soul...
that's a heresy and also abhorred is a belief
that thinking can translate into
telekinesis, or telepathy.
i like to think about thought -
because it eradicates all ethical questions of
the θ-δει / θ-πρεπει -
all moral actions stem from having
the capacity to invert thinking-as-narrating into
thinking-about-thought...
it's almost like: licking the membrane
of the unconscious, to agitate it
into "speaking" confucian, i.e. the golden
motto: not unto others, as not unto yourself.
this, amazing to finally realise that
the primary concept emerging from heidegger
is a spatial rather a temporal orientation
of existence...
more importantly: the so called
"ambiguity", or rather inconsistency?
so necessary in writing,
if i was given a book as rigid as a rubric
of the times table of 2 x 1 trough to 2 x 9...
i wouldn't be reading and immediately
"revising" / innovating -
i'd be reading a well polished novel that
does not require my input, or subsequent
desires for an impetus to write...
i'd quite simply settle for the end-score...
and grind out the meat of the narrative
into a session of commuting back home
on the tube, perhaps once in a while falling
asleep...
there's essentially time,
as there's essentially space,
and there's quintessentially thought...
where the two essential extremes converge
is already ****** obvious -
actually, it's not like this:
there's the quintessential time -
as there's the quintessential space -
so uncorrupt-able as they are on their own,
than even when merged:
there's the quintessential space-time continuum...
thought? it's essential, but it's not
quintessential -
thinking never was, and never will be,
the most perfect un-embodiment of man;
sure, thinking is essential -
but it will never be quintessential...
thought can become corrupt,
time only becomes "corrupt"
by nostalgia -
as space becomes "corrupt" by claustrophobia /
agoraphobia.
