>dude what the fuck are you saying
acceleration a thing
deleuze is interesting
also laozi
using your brain to make fun & interesting stuff is cool, thinking interesting stuff is interesting. try not to lose your shit in the process. it's not easy. consciousness is mysterious. depression is real. we know little
>I don't understand anything that is coming out of your mouth
that's ok. i'm not always trying for coherence. i echolocate. sometimes i just make whale-sounds. i'm weird like that
>Care to elaborate?
the problem is that we cannot say we do *not* know because we know exactly how it feels when we encounter someone who *does* now and then suddenly, we also know.
some other wise user said this: until you actually understand the laws of quantum physics, they might as well not exist for you. now: i am going - with great trepidation - to suggest that something *analogous* to this process has also been my experience v/theory. i didn't know why anyone should care about heidegger until i read him. then i could not shut up. i did not know why anyone should care about plato until i read him. then i could not shut up. i did not
>you get the idea.
people *do* discover *ridiculous* things in the world of metaphysics. everything with me is butterflies in my stomach. it happens time and again. i think, I'm The Only One Who Sees This. much neurotic static follows. and then i realize lacan or deleuze or girard or whoever not only knows this, but has articulated it all far far far better than i can. and then i share what little i can with the next guy, and they go, Wow, That's Fucking Cool, I Thought So Too. and you are *alleviated* of that feeling, and able to - do what? fuck i don't know. *get fucking bent up with something else*
it's like that, imho. shit is *not* supposed to be obscurantist, arcane, or invite *snobbery.* very very much the opposite: it's about busting people out of private panopticons, of ideology.
the real thing: is there *any alternative to ideology?* i would say no, unless it's something much much different: vast networks of Interesting people being collectively Interested.
i will shitpost this clip *again:*
McLuhan: Good Luck Bucko
youtube.com/watch?v=4x6725NW8vw
>What I meant is while all philosophy is pretty much a dead end in the sense of true if something else is true
>Mongol General: Hao! Dai ye! We won again! This is good, but what is best in life?
>Mongol: The open steppe, fleet horse, falcons at your wrist, and the wind in your hair.
>Mongol General: Wrong! Conan! What is best in life?
what is best in life, user? is it conan? conan too has existential problems. even when he is sitting on that giant throne:
>hither came Conan the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Earth under his sandalled feet.
gigantic melancholies, gigantic mirth.
(cont'd)