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I think freedom of religion is a massive lie. The only way it's sustainable is if the majority of the population keeps their religion totally private, and thus grants everyone the space to enjoy their religion in an interior way without disturbance from others. However, at least when it comes to Christianity, there's an undeniable public element to it. Christians are called to spread the Gospel, to proselytize and convert, and to prevent sin in Christ's name. This requires that the religion have a public dimension, a dimension that inescapably results in the religion imposing itself upon the civil sphere. This doesn't even begin to get into a powerful Church like Catholicism or Orthodoxy having authority and freedom of action in a civil state. And Islam is even more extreme.

So, near as I see it, freedom of religion requires that religious adherents be less than devout. And if you get a particularly devout believer, they're going to invariably bump up against the limits on action imposed on believers by permitting free exercise of religion--by not privileging one religion over others.

I already changed but it was too late

The public is a feature of the human organism -- public behavior is learned by mimesis in the same way Chomsky describes the instinctual learning of language by children. As such one could abstract (but never complete) a Generative Morality, from which all possible public human behaviors spring -- this is what Jung was aiming at. Private property, thanks to the internet, has almost completely destroyed the public by exploiting the honne-tatemae dichotomy; any public activity has become the display of private property and ownership. What this means for our generation is that we are to the public what feral children are to language; we are more and more like Tiqqun's Young-Girl, defined by negativity, Nobody in the first sense, and not the higher third sense which is nullity. What this results is people that are comparatively worse than animals.

It's not so wrong to call this age the Kali Yuga, then. There is no room for a State that is anything but a mobster gang. But! the Dharma cannot be lost forever -- by its essence it is always at work, and where the conditions for language or the public once didn't exist then came to exist, they can happen again, and the potentiality still exists in humans as a species. Furthermore, the public is not completely destroyed; the realm of the role persist in that which by its nullity is linked to the whole of perceived humanity: art. The artist being the one in whom the Apollonian instinct to shed light is so strong that he must turn to that which has no self, no repression and only exists in the eye of the beholder. This can account for why depiction is an eventuality in all religion, which is born from the apprehension of the whole, which is indepictable -- humans cannot usually have a sense of the non-self of reality due to the public, but in art the public is embodied and bounded by the public non-self of art. This is to say that any apprehension of the whole isn't a true one without sign -- the ineffable not only can't be stated, it can't not be stated. Therefore to turn to indiscriminate silence is a mistake and a lesser achievement; truly, private enlightenment -- to not be capable of modulating It to the situation is to not really have apprehended it. It holds then that the only good things in man are the artificial ones, per Xunzi. Man is both Artifex and Artificium -- an archer that shoots his self to reach his self, that is what is there after disregarding externals -- the Geist, non-mediation.

Is there anything I've forgotten to say? Well, I must still work on the vocabulary. I don't want the vocabulary to be so referential.

I AM NOT A THREAT TO MYSELF OR OTHERS

Why is everyone so sad?

Yup. And it's also the case in non-Abrahamic religions. Vashnavism and Confucianism are extremely social, and Buddhist priests are supposed to talk about Buddhism and converse people whenever they have the chance.

Freedom of religion oughta be a myth propagated by the Aeternal Anglo.

I'm not.

reading the book of proverbs I came upon the passage which reads: a hope deferred makes the heart sick.

and I felt, at once, as if something was speaking to me. This seldom happens to me when I read the bible. In fact, I only got interested in the Bible and in Christianity because it made me feel so little. Something so neutral, I thought to myself, must be very special. Irrespective of my opinions, going back to the passage, it rang true to me because I feel as if I have been fixed on a single desire for a long time. The desire is for companionship, intimacy, and love.

I have gone through Europe and through where I live and I have not found it, even a single time, even in the slightest sense, with anybody.

In vulgar terms you could express it as "tfw no gf." But it has really taken a hold of me, for years, and led to...

Anyway, it's a deep spring of despair for me. I feel like all sins are drugs, and despair is one that I'm addicted to the hardest. Thinking certain thoughts, seeing certain things, when I am in the wrong mood, makes me almost tangibly feel a thick cloud of warm velvety despair flowing through my heart like a drop of indigo die dropped in clear water. It almost feels like how I've heard people describe certain drugs. That's why I call it an addiction.

I don't say that to be maudlin. It's really the best way of describing how I feel. How long have I spent thinking and desiring. And in the meantime, as the proverb goes, my heart has gotten sick. I have ceased to be warm and I have started to burn.

For a long time, I have been burning. I feel I can say that I truly understand the orthodox conception of the last judgment, when God floods the world with his fire, and the holy feel it as light and love, and sinners feel it as an unendurable flame. So grievously does innocent joy effect me.

Now I've actually been free of that awful tendency recently. But all the same, the thought of spending time with some lady... none in particular, really some in the most general sense...

Yet just the same I have been given long divine moments of peace and joy. Of course it's better to think of that. But all this hatred and misdeed arose from a simple desire, one I saw fulfilled in my friends and countrymen, that is to feel a great love for someone, unbidden, and to feel that love returned, and to express that love intimately. I have reached a point, or a point has reached me, where I feel almost as if I can go without licentious desire altogether.

It's a queer thing, but it's how I really feel. Now I did not obtain this freedom by self-discipline, or even any big intention. It seemed to fall on me like a blanket. In fact, for a while, I was concerned, because the sensation of orgasm had almost entirely lost its appeal.

There are moments when I am consumed with hatred. Because I feel... I could have experienced a great feeling of pleasure, but because it was somehow deferred, for so long, perhaps my body has decided that I am a failure

I don't understand you. Or maybe I do, and it's not what I want. Neither tired nor hopeful, I nonetheless wait.

... and condemned me with insensibility, or even given me insensibility as a kind of mercy.

So mere envy enrages me, envy for something I feel I would no longer be able to enjoy, even if I could.

In other ways I'm afraid my capacities have all gone dull.

I was on twitter and I found a very nice lady, a kind of lady that I thought that I would never see. She was the kind of woman that I thought all women were like when I was younger and more naive. Time obliterated that dream and I tore it into pieces and locked the door. Because it gave me no end of trouble.

And then to find this girl, this girl who behaves in accordance with that ancient dream... well, it caused me a grievous sort of unhappiness. And like I have said, it felt like despair was flooding from my heart out through my chest and into my extremities and I felt absolutely dazed and filled with it.

And it was sad for me when I read that the Christians do not believe that there shall be the love between man and wife in heaven. It will all be a purer love, a kind of fraternal love.

Lately I have been tracking, or I have been wondering about something that I am afraid is a kind of evil, cosmopolitan tendency, the tendency to get lost in the clamor of the world and to fall in love with your own chains. I wonder if this big dream of love, which for so long has been the horizon of my desires, is really just falling in love with the grime of creation, with the patina, with the rust, like some disgusting decadent person. Someone intelligent enough to study the various forms of mold that form on the rocks, the fungus budding in the filth, but not intelligent or courageous enough to raise his head and look at the morning sunrise.

I shouldn't have even started thinking about it, I knew it would just bum me out.

Remember user, in order to detain you they have to establish "danger to yourself and others" as based upon an OVERT ACT or THREAT. Know your rights, please be safe, and I'm hoping you stay out of the hospital.