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"Since conceptual construction involves epistemic access to whatever is constructed, if there is no such access, there is no conceptual construction. But if everything is conceptually constructed, everything epistemically inaccessible must be nonexistent, so that there cannot be a noumenal world lying wholly out of reach of our epistemic powers."

Stop it! You're making Kant cry!

"From this mutual back-slapping, smearing sugar around the mouth, between people and the leader, stems all the hideousness of politics, its inner emptiness and futile gestures, and the final wars which are Murder of Christ again -- on a mass scale."

"Not to face this crucial issue of the emotional emptiness of people and of their rut, means giving up hope of ever changing the lot of mankind. It is tragic to realize what the people do to their potential leaders, and that the leaders later retaliate by doing the same thing to the people: Mystification idealization, patting on the back, glorification of suffering, false admiration of simplemindedness."

"Optimism has always been an undeclared policy of human culture—one that grew out of our animal instincts to survive and reproduce—rather than an articulated body of thought. It is the default condition of our blood and cannot be effectively questioned by our minds or put in grave doubt by our pains. This would explain why at any given time there are more cannibals than philosophical pessimists."

"The archetype of Neptunian ecstasy is paralleled in the declarations of mystics throughout the ages, but the man who has not dealt with his shadow (Saturn) is in the position of becoming hopelessly inflated with his own sense of mission and messianic purpose."

"...every one of the spontaneous products of her imagination and every event which had been assimilated by the pathological part of her mind persisted as a psychical stimulus until it had been narrated in her hypnosis, after which it completely ceased to operate."

"The love of absurdity and paradox is the animal happiness of the sad. Just as the normal man talks nonsense and slaps others on the back out of zest and vitality, so those incapable of joy and enthusiasm do somersaults in their minds and perform, in their own cold way, the warm gestures of life."

False if this sentence contains "this sentence".

The goal being, if Life is my enemy, to trick Life into believing that I am close to defeat. When It thinks I'm close to defeat, that is when I spring on It and take It for myself.

And what is Life besides just in how I am living?

So, it is in how that I am living, where Life thinks It has me defeated, that is where It must be surprised, and defeated.

"Simulated disorder postulates perfect discipline, simulated fear postulates courage; simulated weakness postulates strength."

If we imagine our minds as a body, an army, and if this army appears disorderly, fearful, or weak, the appearance gives us a starting point to simulate them while we become disciplined, courageous, and strong behind the scenes. Doing this, we can surprise any opposition, mental or physical.

Chang Yu said: “Knowing the enemy enables you to take the offensive, knowing yourself enables you to stand on the defensive.” He adds: “Attack is the secret of defense; defense is the planning of an attack.”

I'm tapping out. First part was good, enjoyed the stories, second part slowed down significantly, being that it was basically an exploration of kennings used by different Norse authors. The last ten pages or so here really slow down to where it's just lists of kennings for Men, Dogs, Pigs, etc. Third part looks dreadful, a survey and analysis of verse forms of the traditional literature.

Since I don't like Graham Crackers or Kellogg's Corn Flakes all that much, I'm considering a cage, using the two against that solitary vice. The cracker will be layered first, containing the bland and abrasive flakes against my member.
It will be severe, polished by retreat, yet steely will the tan steeple remain, my body backed on bed through cold and wailing nights, until cracker is made golden by God's light.

Some authorities believed that too-frequent marital sex could be physically dangerous as well as impious, warning that "satiaty gluts the Womb and renders it unfit for its office."

I like this picture of the womb getting fatty, like an alcoholic's liver, if too much satisfaction is derived from the sexual experience. Either it's a cum-clogged womb, or the female orgasm fattens it, or it's a mix of both.

The lonely modern subject is not the result of its self-choice, but rather a fission product from the informal separation of birth and afterbirth. Its positively willful being is tainted by a fault to which it will never admit: that it rests on the elimination of the most intimate pre-object. Its own singular value was purchased with the descent of the second element into the garbage.

Indeed: since people stopped burying the intimate With (my double, my space-for-self, my placenta) in the house or under trees and roses, all individuals are latent traitors who have a guilt without a concept to deny; with their resolutely independent lives, they deny that they are constantly repeating the betrayal of their most intimate companion in their remorselessly autonomous being.

"I find it truly insane," I said, "that I have searched for love my entire life, and finally, when I found it, it was in the mind of a man who I considered to be a symbol of pure evil."

The buildup to this statement makes this trilogy worth reading.

"To oppose the cosmic frost infiltrating the human sphere
through the open windows of the Enlightenment, modern
humanity makes use of a deliberate greenhouse effect: it
attempts to balance out its shellessness in space, following the
shattering of the celestial domes, through an artificial civilizatory
world. This is the final horizon of Euro-American technological
titanism."

Yes.