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The Failed Science

A real possibility: I fucked myself up by reading Nietzsche. Alternatively equal possibility: I was fucked up, so I read Nietzsche. But Certainly: Well-adjusted adults in their mid-twenties are not fascinated with Nietzsche. I am no longer fascinated  by Nietzsche. I don't think about him regularly, even though I have a portrait of the guy hanging over my desk. He's interesting. He's still relevant albeit overdone. And I worry that he left a mark, for better or worse—or for good or evil or whatever lies beyond (WINK WINK). Thinking about power is...destructive, corrupting. Power flows in ways that are not our ways. And mimicking the  flows of powers  that you may observe won't win you any good prizes, because they cannot be copied from observation. Look, I do not know if that makes sense outside of my head, but I have to put it out there: if you try to merely mimic the flows, you will fail, and you will pay for your failure . Power is more like a dance, not th

Will and the Ape

When you're writing a story, you're supposed to know what your protagonist wants. If you don't do that, then you don't have a real character. And that strikes me as a really obvious metaphor for real life: if you don't really know what you want, then you don't have a really well-developed character. If you don't know what you want in a particular situation,  then someone else will want on your behalf,  and you will serve them.  This is a rule with few exceptions. ... It's important to get to a place where you can act according to your subjective experience–your visceral, unedited reactions; that is, your natural reactions. Most people tend to be alienated from their natural reactions, their "true will".  Natural, uncensored, candid, flowing—I have found these to be a suitable goalpost for crafting (nearly all) my reactions to social situations. However, the challenge is that human nature is ape-like, impish, infantile,

An Excerpt from a Letter to a Friend, December 12, 2019

People often confuse me for a Richard-Dawkins-worshipping- atheist, which I was such an atheist when I was 19 and first breaking away from religious fundamentalism (and browsing /r/atheism back in its ""golden"" days). I am not a naive atheist. I believe in some spooky shit. That being said, I feel the need to hedge first: Mathematics, physics, and the scientific method are the most effective ways of making sense of the  material  world. However, the nature of  being,  subjective experience ,  human   creativity, and the fundamental nature of reality (i.e. philosophical metaphysics) remain totally-beyond the grasp of the hard sciences.  Through a scientific lens, all the important things—the things that matter, like love and friendship and beauty—are nothing more than wishy-washy bullshit. To spite of shallow materialism, I treat my experiences and fantasies as  real , that is, real phenomena that mean something. And such phenomenon and fantasies have a l