Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Forms, The Falsity - Why Ancient Philosophy Matters

You can start out arguing against Plato and unbeknowst to you end up arguing against most of the values that all of western civilization are based on. The Forms do not exist and never have, except in human language.

Golden Era of Humanity

Perhaps the golden era of humanity will be the moment in history between the discovery of the secrets to our genetic code and material existence, which will bring on a cure for cancer and other diseases, and the moment it dawns on all of humanity that there is no going back from this and they are stuck with facing the deep existential angst that comes with the Truth. Realizing that everything is “predestined.”

The Question That Separates Most Beliefs

There is a key perspective change that separates hundreds of belief. It is who you trust and how much you trust. Do you trust the opinion of a great thinker that you know has thought about it all a lot more than you? When do you not trust them? If that was always the case there would be no new thoughts.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Ya, I liked that band before they got popular...

Have I said this? Yes, but I didn't mean to imply causation.

When it comes to movies and books...rather film and literature, I feel justified with the causal connection, but really I feel justified never beginning to like it--never having liked it. Why? Because these deal with content. They take you along a conscious journey, where you are to identify with your beliefs, thoughts, and your "philosophy." You are asked to buy into it. To accept it. To be content with it. To find it.."ahh, so true." And I never want to say that, feel that, think that about anything that the majority...the massess...the herd also believe.

But music. Music is different. Music gets at something that is beneath consciousness. Beneath that which separates those who are great, who are revolutionary, who extend culture, who enrich life, and provide the only antidote to death...to those who are content, happy, unreflective and instead enclosed, chained, jailed by their thoughts. By their need to be average, common, OK.

Music reaches something we all still have access to, since it doesn't appeal to us as thought, it appeals to us as animals. As the type of thing who want to dance and want to jump. To that underlying reality that we can tap in to. Where the thoughts and the goals, the for and the against, are fighting and fucking...where being indifferent and not causing trouble, where being afraid and being peaceful, is to be cowardly and disgusting.