It’s lonely only finding truth in philosophy, when only phenomenology can tell us that we are just compounds of need falling into traps of manipulation set by the veiled hunger others
There can’t be two sides to every story if we are just navigating altered perceptions of reality warped by insecurity and ego using endless disingenuous promise as a means to an end that we can’t see or understand so underhand, we take all that we can get to sate some innate desire that devours us never letting us see its teeth.
A certain spectrum of whiteness still is delusional it thinks it is still torturing black people in private It functions as if it is out in the barren ocean on a slave ship choosing captives to **** degrade and throw to the sharks and the patterns of society are used to it like the sharks that changed their feeding patterns based on this **** and killing by slave overseers The white slave overseers enjoyed **** so much and the money from it that a whole social structure was designed around it the Ivy league institutions made this possible the government made this possible communities made this possible you make it impossible please and thank you
The phenomenological reduction* *[epoché] *is a suspension of judgments about the existence or non-existence of the external world to focus on phenomena themselves.
The eidetic reductionis an analysis of essence or ideals, It is performed by cycling through different elements of a mental reproduction for a given phenomenon to define its key characteristics.
The transcendental reductionis a general examination and dissection of experience derived from the mind which is supplied by the given sensate intuitions, acknowledging its taken for grantedness. This, the reduction proper, is the realization of and acceptance that the world as we know it is taken for granted; everything is a signifier.
Signifiers represent patterns, we use them to recognize; We signify existence, one pattern at a time.
From the philosophy of Edmund Husserl (1859–1938), German philosopher and founder of phenomenology.
I want to be the band around my wrist, at peace, at rest, with the sole purpose of being a band, around my wrist. With nothing but thread and elastic holding me together. Without option of thinking, but simply existing. Without the desire to love or be loved, but to be loved perhaps, and hated perhaps. I want to be the band, around my wrist, and I don't want to be me.