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“The lover carves into his soul the model of the beloved. In that way, the soul of the lover becomes the mirror in which the image of the loved one is reflected.” - Marsilio Ficino, Commentary on Plato's Symposium
Nietzsche’s criticisms of Hegel are often conflated with Schopenhauer’s. Often by people who type things like, “I’m in the Schopenhauer camp when it comes to Hegel and his ilk.” In a series of Beeps-and-Boops they copy-and-paste Schopenhauer’s loathing without any of Schopenhauer’s substance (which would require actually engaging with Schopenhauer and Hegel) instead these Thinkers exists as little framed photos on a candle covered shrine in Geocities. Even if they’re correct they’re still wrong and worthy of immediate scorn and derision. We must express the most profound sense of Christian Pity and Charity at the sight of their nakedness.
It’s easy to spiral on this particular subject but unbecoming, revealing, even damning. What they don’t seem to process, is that the seethe and the scolding and the tantrums are in their manner the highest form of compliment either philosopher could muster. That the younger Schopenhauer’s response to Hegel’s semantic blunder should be a kind of ecstatic fury that propelled his career as a philosopher. That Schopenhauer is endearing when he puts pen to paper and writes:
“May Hegel's philosophy of absolute nonsense - three-fourths cash and one-fourth crazy fancies - continue to pass for unfathomable wisdom without anyone suggesting as an appropriate motto for his writings Shakespeare's words: "Such stuff as madmen tongue and brain not," or, as an emblematical vignette, the cuttle-fish with its ink-bag, creating a cloud of darkness around it to prevent people from seeing what it is, with the device: mea caligine tutus. - May each day bring us, as hitherto, new systems adapted for University purposes, entirely made up of words and phrases and in a learned jargon besides, which allows people to talk whole days without saying anything; and may these delights never be disturbed by the Arabian proverb: "I hear the clappering of the mill, but I see no flour." - For all this is in accordance with the age and must have its course.”
Tempestuous little man. Without Hegel’s error what would’ve become of Schopenhauer? Would he have attempted to actively compete against Hegel? Hegel as the Phantom of Eric Roberts in the Killers Miss Atomic Bomb
music video? The Other-Ghost, Hegel’s Smirking Geist cucking Schopenhauer, Sophia in his arms, Schopenhauer casts the wedding ring to the ground and runs away. As was the case in respect to Kierkegaard. Cucked out of marriage by the Ghost & Machine. “And it’s all in my head, but she’s touching his chest now, he takes off her dress now, LET ME GO. And I just can’t look it’s killing me. And taking control.”
An error is a wound is a mercy.
Nietzsche is different. Unlike Schopenhauer he doesn’t pretend to create a superior metaphysical system (the Platonic Carnivalesque) to rival Hegel’s.
I think the spirit of a Nietzschean critique of Hegel is best exemplified by aphorism 317 in Daybreak,
“The judgment of the evening
. - He who reflects on the work he has done during the day and during his life, but does so when he has finished it and is tired, usually arrives at a melancholy conclusion: this however is not the fault of his day or his life, but of his tiredness. - In the midst of our work we usually have no leisure to pass judgment on life and existence, nor in the midst of our pleasures: but if we should happen to do so, we should no longer agree with him who waited for the seventh day and its repose before he decided that everything was very beautiful - he had let the better
moment go by.”
Hegel as a Christian Nihilist and the Dialectic as Slave Morality. All finite forms of life attain their truth in the process of self-overcoming. Hegel uses Negativity to pacify an excess of Negativity. Hegel’s System annuls the Abyss. The Truth of any given determination is realized in its exhaustion. This Truth is what Remains. As part of a Whole. Eternal. Defeat
for Hegel is what brings us to our Truth. That the subject’s defeat should purify it of its particularities and its impositions. My thoughts are already part of reality. This Knowledge leads to renunciation. I’m no longer attempting to impose or enforce myself on reality, to shape it in the heat of my perverse gaze. I look up at the stars and recognize a series of sores oozing out a brilliant light. In the Beggar’s Eye I see Christ. Saint Lazarus draped in indigo rags surrounded by dogs. In the Eyes of the King of the World, Christ. In the Illness the Cure. In the Poison the Medicine.
Hegel stands next to his student, the student looks up at the starry sky in awe. “They are the abode of the blessed.” Hegel grumbles, “The stars, hum! Hum! The stars are only a gleaming leprosy in the sky.’” Like Lorde, he never watches the stars because there’s so much down here. As he puts it in one lecture,
“The human being is this Night, this empty nothing which contains everything in its simplicity - a wealth of infinitely many representations, images, none of which occur to it directly, and none of which are not present. This [is] the Night; the interior of [human] nature, existing here - pure Self - [and] in phantasmagoric representations it is night everywhere: here a bloody head suddenly shoots up and there another white shape, only to disappear as suddenly. We see this Night when we look a human being in the eye, looking into a Night which turns, terrifying. [For from his eyes] the night of the world hangs out towards us.”
Let us then briefly think with Hegel whose underling problem is, from the very beginning of his thought, that of love.
What is Blue?
According to Goethe in his Theory of Colors,
“As yellow is always accompanied with light, so it may be said that blue still brings a principle of darkness with it.
This color has a peculiar and almost indescribable effect on the eye. As a hue it is powerful — but it is on the negative side, and in its highest purity is, as it were, a stimulating negation. Its appearance, then, is a kind of contradiction between excitement and repose.
As the upper sky and distant mountains appear blue, so a blue surface seems to retire from us.
But as we readily follow an agreeable object that flies from us, so we love to contemplate blue — not because it advances to us, but because it draws us after it.
Blue gives us an impression of cold, and thus, again, reminds us of shade. We have before spoken of its affinity with black.
Rooms which are hung with pure blue, appear in some degree larger, but at the same time empty and cold.
The appearance of objects seen through a blue glass is gloomy and melancholy.”
Goethe and a defense of Goethe’s critique of Newton’s Opticks
unites Hegel and Schopenhauer. That color is produced by light and by what stands against it. Goethe who said that were the eye not of the sun how could we behold the light. Brilliant in the poetic continuity this expresses. A golden chain from Empedocles to Plato and Aristotle to the Stoics and so on. Summarized here elegantly by the physicist Arthur Zajonc, “the interior light coalesces with daylight, like to like, forming thereby a single homogenous body of light. That body, a marriage of inner light and outer, forges a link between the objects of the world and the soul. It becomes the bridge along which the subtle motions of an exterior object may pass, causing the sensation of sight.” Aristotle proposed the existence of a Proton Organon or Primary Instrument, an organ of congealed pneuma, located in the heart, that reconciles the division between the sensible and the intelligible. The Stoics would go on the rename this Mercurial (both volatile-subtle and fixed) Instrument, the Hegemonikon, the synthesizer or icon-maker. Whose function is to produce phantasms. The instrument through which the soul transmits all vital activities to the body and also the body’s way of capturing the sensations from the five senses and translating them into phantasms or images that could be understood by the soul.
The Lover longing loving unrequited. Smiling like she means it. Being-thrown into this World. Never fully at home, refracted, out of joint. That this affliction is our common inheritance. I think this is our patrimony. We are the heirs of this Abyss. It is to some degree I think fundamentally "Western" fundamentally "Romantic". Regardless of political opinion or alignment. It speaks to us. Through us. Perhaps it's because the Republic of Letters is largely comprised of Melancholic Perverts. Nostalgia or homesickness, as a longing for a reality which can only be possessed through the imagination and through the dream, the genuine site of anamnesis or recollection in the unreal. Evoking for us the movement of the soul described by the Venetian Magician-Philosopher Guilio Camillo; descending through the Lunar Gate of Cancer (of man), drinking from the cup of Bacchus and, depending on how much one imbibes, forgetting about all the things ‘up there’ before making our way back through the Saturnine Gate of Capricorn (of the gods). Tightrope walking to Luna
. I see her so very clearly. My Corporeal Dasha, Giordano Bruno would rebuke me harshly, that I should Simp as I do for "these eyes, these ears, this blush, this tongue, this tooth, this hair, this dress, this coat, this little shoe .. . , this sun in eclipse, this crazy person, this slut, this stench, this deathbed, this privy, this mensturation, this corpse... which, by means of a superficial appearance, a shadow, a phantasm, a dream, a Circe-like charm in the service of procreation, deceives us by taking the form of beauty." Fuck it. Yet there is an Image behind the Image, a Woman behind my woman. The Platonic Dasha. Daria the Luminous Homunculi. Madonna Intelligenza who has served as a guide throughout this journey. “Keep your eyes on me.” I wobble on the tightrope, your eyes are what kept me, you and your rose-wreathed heart lit. A Unity-of-Opposites. Georges Bataille writes in The Sorcerer's Apprentice,
“The image through which, in an instant, destiny has become alive thus finds itself projected into a world foreign to everyday agitation. The woman toward whom a man is draw, as to his human destiny, no longer belongs to the space that money controls. Her sweetness escapes the real world, through which she moves without allowing herself to be any more imprisoned than a dream. Misfortune would ravage the spirit anyone who lets himself be possessed by the need to reduce her.”
Hegel writes, “Since love is a sensing of something living, lovers can be distinct only in so far as they are mortal and do not look upon this possibility of separation as if there were really a separation or as if reality were a sort of conjunction between possibility and existence. In the lovers there is no matter; they are a living whole.” That the Unity of Love is informed precisely by the division or difference between the Lover and the Beloved. The Union of Love, “…can remain so only as long as the separate lovers are opposed solely in the sense that the one loves and the other is loved, i.e., that each separate lover is one organ in a living whole.”
Here we might ponder Hegel’s Philosophy as a Philosophy of Death. The vespers-born melancholy conclusion is perhaps being that all Love is Unrequited. As Marsilio Ficino notes in his Commentary on Plato’s Symposium,
“Insofar as it is death, it is bitter, and insofar it is voluntary, it is sweet. He who loves dies; for his consciousness, oblivious of himself, is devoted exclusively to the loved one, and a man who is not conscious of himself is certainly not conscious in himself. Therefore, a soul that is so affected, does not function in itself, because the primary function of the soul is consciousness…. Therefore, the unrequited lover lives nowhere; he is completely dead.”
Blue the color of Sulfur ignited. Blue the color of the Ocean of the Dead, of Dasein. The blue knees of a prayerful lover and the blue lips of the lovelorn fool, “Here’s to my love - O true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. - Thus with a kiss I die.” That the smell of bitter almonds should remind the good doctor of unrequited love.
Such a melancholy conclusion can only be produced by a proper melancholic. Melancholy was regarded by Ficino as one of seven exemptions in which the bond between body and soul was weakened, allowing the soul to take flight and acquire the gifts of premonition and clairvoyance. Saint Albertus Magnus writes of the two kinds of melancholy. Hot melancholy and its two primary effects on the subject’s phantasmic activity he describes thusly,
“The first consists in the mobility
of the phantasms within the subtle organism: the second, in the great capacity of phantasms to stay impressed
upon the pneuma. This brings with it, besides a prodigious memory, an extraordinary capacity for analysis. This is why, Ficino tells us, 'all the great man who have ever excelled in an art have been melancholic. Either because they were born so or become so through assiduous meditation.”
Philosophy begins with this Unhappy Consciousness. The Alienated Soul lithe and loveless, which is the consciousness of self as a divided nature, a doubled and merely contradictory being. Dissatisfied with its Self and the World it retreats inward, like a Nymph fleeing Pan, fleeing into Reflection, which might likewise take the form of a fleeing into Nature (think Thoreau’s Walden
). Herein is the mirk. This Narcissistic dialectic between Subject and Phantasmata. The Ouroboric Narcissism of the Beautiful Soul.
Another affliction associated with Melancholy is Hysteria. The Psychoanalyst Jacques Lacan refers to Hegel as the most Sublime Hysteric. The Hysteric asks questions because they experience their own desire as if it were the desire of the Other.
The Spirit retreats into a pre-rational state of life, a Life of Feeling, that this feeling expresses a movement in which the soul is no longer simply natural, but able to realize a mastery over itself.
“Finally, in the “feeling of self,” the individual becomes “a sensitive totality.” But the gradual formation of the ‘I’ is paradoxically accompanied by a loss of fluidity, leading to “ruin and disaster within the conscious spirit.” This crisis results from the fact that the subject, being constituted in a free relation to the self, feels at the same time like ‘another’, and this tension pushes it into a state of ‘trembling’ (durchzittern
).” The Future of Hegel, Plasticity, Temporality, Dialectics,
How does Hegel escape? Or perhaps more accurately how can we
escape this trap? This Pneumatic Mirror-World. Of Subject-Mirror-Phantasmata. The Romantic Prison? Of one who learns of Love in order to be Loveless? Hold that thought.
Returning to the color blue, the psychologist James Hillman writes in Alchemical Psychology,
“This is the realm of the alchemical (kyanos,
dog); blue takes on a dog-like quality: hangdog and dirty dog, both. Why does depression seek porn? For arousal? For Eros and Priapos and Venus to come to life? Rather, I think, to maintain the depression, to re-direct the verticality of desire downward and backward (doggy fashion), clipping the wings of eros. Pornography - an opus contra naturam,
a counter-instinct of the psyche, perverting the conventionally natural, enslaving, torturing; an erotics of despair.
To translate these esoteric references into the blue dog’s perverse obsessions we discover this: Invisible Hades appears in the world as Dionysus. There is a divine (i.e., invisible, unfathomable) impulse that seeks to enter ordinary life. It wants to know the soul in the Biblical sense. Carnal knowledge, intimate knowledge, knowledge of intimates. (Hence the innumerable images of copulation throughout alchemy.) The soul longs for this copulation, and sings its longing in the blues, blueing its own flesh, drawing the divine down into the ordinary body. (Hence the blues’ libidinous mood.)”
My Cup Overfloweth.
Pure thinking-subjectivity is phantasmological or hauntological. The role of the Phantasmata in the context of medieval philosophy, is described exquisitely by Mauricio Loza in The Hounds of Actaeon.
The Phantasm or Phantom is understood “as a mental image with effects reaching not only the level of perception but that of social construction, the phantasm exists in the twilight between the objective and the subjectivity, the material and the immaterial, a zone of indistinction between reality and unreality. This is why the phantasm pulls us towards the twilight from whence it comes: Its central action is to drag us into the shadow of the world.”
Minerva’s Owls unfurls its wings only with the falling of dusk.
For the great Persian scholar Avicenna, sensory phantasms were processed through five virtues or powers corresponding to five cavities in the cranium; phantasy or common sense, imagination, cogitative virtue, the estimative virtue, and finally the reminiscent virtue. According to Georgio Agamben in his work Stanzas: Word and Phantasm in Western Culture,
Avicenna conceives of this gradation through the inner senses as a "progressive 'disrobing' (denudatio
) of the phantasm from its material accidents."
Material accidents in this instance, evoking the etymological origins and proliferation into common speech of the word "accident" itself. Ad
- 'towards to' and cadere -
'to fall'. The Latin Accident -
'happening' used in late Middle English to refer to 'an Event'. Used to refer to the parts of the sacred bread and wine that remained after the transubstantiation through the sacrament of The Holy Eucharist,
“Thus, throughout the history of Scholasticism we have to do with a sort of triangle of intellectual forces: Realism and Nominalism fighting a five hundred years’ war, and the Church, in its official capacity, anxiously endeavouring to hold the balance between them. One wonders whether the three parties to this ancient dispute may not have found symbolic expression in Tweedledum, Tweedledee, and the ‘Monstrous Crow’ of nursery legend. But it is no disparagement of the intellects of that day to say that to us the chief interest of their polemics lies in the many new and accurate instruments of thought with which they provided us. The common word accident
is an excellent example. We use it every day without realizing that it was only imported from Latin by the indefatigable efforts of the Schoolmen to reconcile the doctrine of Realism with the Catholic dogma of Transubstantiation. The accidents,
when they first came into the English language, meant that part of the sacred bread and wine which remained after the substance
had been transmuted into the body and blood of Christ.” History in English Words,
Here we see a process of Pneuma returning to Pneuma through this process of Rising and Falling. That the Absolute Idea is a Radiant Star. That the Phantasm undergoes a kind of purification process, from the sensible to the spiritual to the mnemonic. That this purification entails a kind of excremental remainder. A material accident. An excess which goes?
This brings to mind the question that the Sophist Parmenides (in Plato's Parmenides
) raises to Socrates, which forces Socrates to admit to his own limitations. It utterly stumps the Apostate Tragedian. That being whether or not there is an eidos
or Pure Idea of the lowest material things. Things like excrement and dust and I might add these eyes, these ears, this blush, this tongue, this tooth, this hair, this dress, this coat, this little shoe .. . , this sun in eclipse, this crazy person, this slut, this stench, this deathbed, this privy, this mensturation, this corpse...
The Ghost and The Star
Recall the episode with Hegel comparing stars to leprosy sores. This got out around town and Hegel found himself having to address this controversy,
"It has been rumoured round the town that I have compared the stars to a rash on an organism where the skin erupts in an countless mass of red spots: or to an ant-heap in which too, there is Understanding and necessity. In fact, I do rate what is concrete
higher than what is abstract,
and an animality that develops into no more than a slime, higher than the starry host."
The rock is a rock.
Hegel defines the Domain of Art as the “sensible appearing of the idea”… or the Idea given expression in Sensuous Form. This is to be understood as The Star shining through
The Ghost. This opposition between Form and Content. This Contradiction is what animates the Motion of Spirit. From Art towards Philosophy.
She is and is not. Ah wait. I'm not her. But in this regard I am the same and suddenly the Ghost is Concretized.
Alexandre Kojève in his Lectures on the Phenomenology of Spirit
"It is known that Hegel asserted that his knowledge is circular, and that circularity is the necessary
condition of absolute
truth - that is, of complete, universal,
(or "eternal") truth."
The Hysterics quandary finds some resolution. The question of the Other is reflexively transformed into the answer to the question.
"In the Wise Man's absolute Knowledge, each question is its own answer, but is so only because he goes through the totality
of questions-answers that forms the entirety of the System. Likewise, in his existence, the Wise Man remains in identity
with himself, he is closed up in himself; but he remains in identity
because he passes through the totality
and is closed up
in himself. Which (according to the Phenomenology)
means, quite simply, that the only man who can be Wise is a Citizen of the universal
State - that is to say, the State of the Tun Aller und Jeder,
in which each man exists only through and for the whole, and the whole exists through and for each man."
We return to Self-Consciousness. We're not the same. We're different. Tonight.
Eros pins Pan. Chronos clips Eros’ wings. Compulsion is overcome by Love. Love is overcome by Time. Love can only be actualized and concretized through Time. When it must Dwell in a given Space. This is the Poetic-Plasticity. This is the Commitment.
“Desire has reserved to itself the pure negating of the object and thereby unalloyed feeling of self. This satisfaction, however, just for that reason is itself only a state of evanescence, for it lacks objectivity or subsistence. Labour, on the other hand, is desire restrained and checked, evanescence delayed and postponed; in other words, labour shapes and fashions the thing.” (Phenomenology of Spirit
We begin with the Problem of Love and in the Problem find the Solution. Love is the Answer to the Question of Love. Loving is to give what one does not have.
Our Unrequited Love is Mutual,
“In fact, there is only one death in mutual love, but there are two resurrections, for a lover dies within himself the moment he forgets about himself, but he returns to life immediately in his loved one as soon as the loved ones embraces him in loving contemplation. He is resurrected once more when he finally recognizes himself in his beloved and no longer doubts that he is loved. O, happy death, which is followed by two loves. O, wondrous exchange in which each gives himself up for the other, and has the other, yet does not cease to have himself.” Commentary on Plato's Symposium,
To be Overcome is to Animate. This is the Labor of Love. Productive Labor as Art.
You understand why Hegel is so very frustrating? In his System. In the Movement from East to West back East. We find the Heiros Gamos, the Sacred Matrimony of Eros and Sophia, and in this Unity of Opposites the philosopher becomes the Sage. In the production of this Heiros Gamos, Hegel's System becomes the Perfect Pneumatic Circle.
I make of Nietzsche a traveling companion through Hegel’s Aesthetics.
Why? Because The Birth of Tragedy
is crudely Hegelian. Here we find ourselves encountering what is so very frustrating about Hegel and his Pneumatic Circle, his method and his system. From the occultists perspective this is because Hegel’s System is an Artifice of Sacral or Mythic Time, of Cyclical Time. The genuinely infuriating thing is realizing that the Artifice, the “Copy” is in fact the original. This is why some speak of the feminizing effect of Hegel. Feminizing in the way Achilles’ is feminized by Scamander. That not only do we never step in the same river twice and that the river is the site of the Doom-driven Hero’s self-fulfilling prophesy.
As Nietzsche himself puts it, “one cannot refute an eye disease.” I thought it would be stimulating to read The Birth of Tragedy
through the lens of Hegel’s Lectures on Aesthetics.
Framing Nietzsche and his insights within a Hegelian Tableaux. Nietzsche who denounces Metaphysical Systematization. Demurely objecting he says, “unhand me woman,” with a little blush. Does he mean it? I don’t think it was Hegel’s Dialectical Method or Logic that Nietzsche objected too. Denouncing instead the refraction between the Philosopher and the Logic (an ironic detachment)… that the Philosopher and his Logic are not two separate beings. That for him the Philosopher is
Alkahest or Universal Solvent. Body and Soul collapse into a singularity, Art and Artists. No, in a sense Nietzsche celebrates the animating antagonism at the Heart of Hegel’s work. That this refraction is what results in the System which Nietzsche saw as modeling contemporary German Bourgeois fearfulness and timidity simply solidifies into Consensus. “I’m old and I don’t want to be alone.” That the System should be a kind of Metaphysical Prison concretized around the Fiery Pneuma, the brilliance of Hegel’s Esprit.
The application of the Dialectical Method is evidenced throughout The Birth of Tragedy
; The Apollonian thesis, the Dionysian antithesis, the Tragic synthesis. Or perhaps in a manner more accurate to Hegel; The Dionysian Abstract, the Apollonian Negation, the Tragic Negation-of-Negation, and the Socratic Concretization.
The section dedicated to a retrospective appraisal of The Birth of Tragedy
in Ecce Homo
, Nietzsche concludes that all the good things he had ever written about Richard Wagner were actually about him. He was talking about himself the whole time without even realizing it, “"Even psychologically all decisive traits of my own nature are projected into Wagner’s - the close proximity of the brightest and the most calamitous forces, the will to power as no man ever possessed it, the ruthless courage in matters of the spirit, the unlimited power to learn without damage to the will to act.” Poor Nietzsche he who was too high-strung for his own good. Comes to a conclusion paralleling Hegel as it concerns Art, specifically Music. Perhaps one day, there will be Dionysian future for music. But for now, the Pneuma roils through space-and-time, and it culminates in Nietzsche or Zarathustra, as the Last Philosopher or the first Tragic Philosopher. Who despite all the aristocratic pretensions cannot help but write in a popular and accessible manner. Writing into motion the conditions for the Dionysian resurgence he had once thought was being spearheaded by the compositions of Richard Wagner.
He goes so far as to be both Beethoven and Goethe’s response to Beethoven in the anticipation of his works and in the need for them to remain ‘exclusive’ despite their undeniably popular character. Goethe in his old age weeping softly to Beethoven’s sonatas, proclaims “If such music were performed by a large orchestra, it would destroy everything around it.”
The stylish and inspirited Vitalism of Nietzsche’s ruminations is Pneumatic. A red dot in the center of a dark blue sphere.
Dialectics reveals an Infinite Spiral. The Circle divided by a straight-line. Containing the spiral. The straight-line breaks through the circle. Above and Below. Revealing three other spheres. Above the configuration one spiral. Beneath it two spirals; one winding up and the other winding down. On a Hegelian theological note. God the Father and God the Holy Spirit proceed from God the Son. “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” John 1:1.
Here we might locate the Traumatic Temporality of Christianity. The introduction of History. Time as Chronos. With God the Son. Without the historical personage of Jesus Christ, there wouldn’t be a Trinitarian Unity and Division. From God the Son proceeds God the Father and God the Holy Spirit. In this wound we are brought to an awareness of another Time. A Timeless-Time or a Time sans History. “In the Beginning was the Word, and the Word was with
God, and the Word was
God,” a time in which God the Father, God the Son, God the Holy Spirit had always been. The Triune God. Whether or not, in this Aionic Time, God the Holy Spirit proceeds from God the Father or from God the Father and God the Son, is the division between East and West.
This Times overlap and nowhere is this more evident than in the anachronisms or perhaps more accurately, the Archeo-modernity, of the romantic painting. Or perhaps further still, in the Ethiopian depiction of Christ, in the Korean depiction of Christ, and in the Italian depiction of Christ. Black Jesus, Asian Jesus, and European Jesus.
As that obscure note by Nietzsche produced by Gilles Deleuze in his work Nietzsche and Philosophy
goes, “Universal chaos which excluded all purposeful activity does not contradict the idea of the cycle; for this idea is only an irrational necessity.” Here we see Nietzsche approaching something akin to the Infinite Dialectic realized and developed in Mao Zedong’s contributions to Dialectical and Historical Materialism. As Mao writes in On Contradiction,
“The universality or absoluteness of contradiction has a twofold meaning. One is that contradiction exists in the process of development of all things, and the other is that in the process of development of each thing a movement of opposites exists from beginning to end.”
The stylish and inspirited Vitalism of Nietzsche’s ruminations is Pneumatic. Being Pneumatic it is Phantasmic. Here we locate the Girardian critique of Nietzsche. As Nietzsche proclaims in Ecce Homo
that everything his was praising Wagner for is in fact praise he was unconsciously directing at himself, at his values or innate dignities, the obverse is true. For Nietzsche every great philosophical work is a confessional, an involuntary and unconscious autobiography. He invents the Overman and by extension the Last Man. Will to Power and Ressentiment. One cannot exist without the other and in Nietzsche they collapse into a singularity (a point worth keeping in mind when we eventually venture into Deleuze and his Anti-Hegelianism). The Last Philosopher. In sum Girard’s contention is that in the production of these Phantasmata, Nietzsche ends up offering to his audience another Scapegoat. The Man of Ressentiment and the Slave Morality. Obviously within Nietzsche the potential for this is treated triumphantly. Nietzsche refuses to have his Poetic Revelry stifled by timorous considerations. That stupid people might read his works and take it as an excuse to persecute Christians or to locate the Man of Ressentiment in their political adversaries. That they might completely forget the contradictions inherent to the very office of “Tragic Philosopher” and how the Vagabond and the Prophet are a singular figure, hybrid and lovelorn and glorious. “If I had power I’d know how to immediately and brutally exercise it.” None of this concerns Nietzsche. People will misinterpret you regardless. Still the points are well worth reflecting on and prove stimulating as we move from the Symbolic-Classical to the Classical-Romantic.
A man is stalking my grandmothers house i have a photo of him but the police wont help me find him so its up to me to figure out who he is please help me i live in Australia and i haven't been able to find a way to search for his face.
In Jujutsu Kaisen, one of the techniques that I find the most interest in is Megumi's Ten Shadows technique. So I find myself watching a lot of YouTube videos going over his potential, or just how powerful the technique is, but it never ends up making that much sense. We know in the past a Ten Shadows Technique user was equal in power to that of a Six Eyes and Limitless user, and most people use the argument that Mahoraga is what closes the distance. But we've already seen 15 finger Sukuna mess around and test out Mahoraga's power, then eventually defeating him pretty effortlessly. I just don't see 15 finger Sukuna having the possibility to do the same thing to Gojo. Now there are a few arguments like Gojo is stronger and more talented than the past Six Eyes and Limitless user, but if we take Gojo and make him physically weaker, less talented, and got rid of his reversed cursed energy, I still think he would fare decently well against 15 finger Sukuna or even tie with him in battle. So I did some research and we obviously know that the Ten Shadows Technique correlates to the Ten Sacred Treasures in Shintoism and part of the Ten Sacred Treasures myth is that they combine to create the Three Sacred Treasures of the Imperial Family. (idk if I mentioned that right, but hopefully you get what I mean) We even see this hinted in the anime with Megumi's Totality within the Ten Shadows Technique. I believe it's through this use that the Ten Shadows Technique could tie with the Six Eyes and Limitless Technique. HOWEVER I still don't think that if Megumi tamed all ten shikigami, and had excellent skill in using Totality that he would be at his max potential. After doing some more research on the Ten Sacred Treasures, they're used in a Shinto ritual in front of 3 different shrines. The Isonokami Shrine, Yahiko Shrine, and Mononobe Shrine. When I think about shrines in Jujutsu Kaisen, I obviously think of Sukuna and his ability as in the newer chapters, Yorozu confirms that Sukuna's technique is the "shrine". If we do some research, the Isonokami Shrine is a shrine that houses several different artificats including the Ten Sacred Treasures, a seven branch sword, and a legendary sword according to Kojiki, the god Susanoo used to slay Yamata-no-Orochi. Hopefully you'e seeing a connection with the fundamentals of Sukuna's techniques. But moving on when we look at the Mononobe Shrine, it's a shrine that houses multiple gods including Amaterasu. (goddess of sun) This would explain Sukuna's overpowered fire technique that can even overpower Mahoraga. Especially after reading chapter 218, seeing Sukuna summon Mahoraga's wheel, (which how could he do that if Megumi didn't tame him) and 2 other shikigami that no offense to my boy Megumi, I don't think he could tame them by himself. Of course there's no hard proof or anything and there's definitely enough arguments against this theory, but there's just so many coincidences that their might be something there that could be an interesting twist to the story.
TLDR I believe Sukuna used to be a Ten Shadows Technique user, and the potential for Megumi is actually learning Sukuna's shrine abilities.
Hey guys! I'm brand new to YNAB and I love it so far, I've been working off an excel spreadsheet as a budget for so many years but I've always been so so bad at assigning my actual spend to my different categories, so my budgets were always just a loose guide of "hey I should have thousands in savings if I follow this" but in reality living month to month - so I'm hoping that using YNAB will change the spending behaviour a bit and help me reach my goals!
Just looking for some advice - my partner and I use Splitwise to divide up household things, mostly groceries now but the occasional takeaway or night out if we've decided to split it rather than one of us treating the other. A big purchase will usually get put on there too (we just moved to an unfurnished rented house in January so we used it for splitting up the furniture purchases for example). The long term goal will be to get her using YNAB but it was hard enough to get her to start using Splitwise, so I want to ease her into this budgeting fun :-) I was just wondering if anyone has used Splitwise or apps like it (you input the expenses and assign a percentage to each person in your group), and how best to account for it in YNAB?
I've kept things simple so far so only included my main two current accounts (bills and general spending), my spending Credit Card and one easy access saver building towards a holiday this summer. I was thinking of adding Splitwise as an "account" - at the minute my partner owes me approx £50 in there, and I could assign it to my Groceries budget... I'm just wondering how YNAB would treat it if I then owed my partner, would I get the big red "FIX THIS" message? Has anyone used something like this in tandem with YNAB before? Or am I best just keeping it separate for now rather than overcomplicating things?
Good morning. Yesterday evening I was driving home and hit by another car that immediately sped off.
I did not get details of the other car. Maybe black bmw 4x4, so no info..
Do I claim on my insurance (directline, fully comp, 15 year ncb, 500 excess) or just try to sort it myself with a local garage. Worried about finances and premiums going up!
Some more info;
Heavy rain, lots of surface water, dark.
I was stationary at a T junction waiting to pull out. Driver of the other car was turning into the T junction, travelling wayyy too fast. Hit my car in the drivers door, and then moved down to the passenger door and rear wheel arch. Very loud noise bang, followed by loud engine revving as they decided to accelerate away as quickly as possible. They did not stop.
There was a car behind them, also did not stop but would have seen the incident, they drove off in the same direction as the other car. Slight dreamy lottery-win-esque hope that they had a dashcam and will pass the footage onto the police.
I remained at the scene for about 30 mins, no one returned. I was on the phone to the police and took photos. There was a house next to the junction and they heard the bang.
I phoned my insurance, Direct Line- however they did not take any details from me at all, instead asking if I could call back Monday as long as the car was drivable. They have zero details from me,they did not even ask for my name or if I was alright (MeghanM 😳).
Damage is significant to door panels but car is drivable.
I was shaken, and today quite soar, but medically fine.
My car is a 20 year old Nissan xtrail. 90k miles. Maybe worth 1,500 however to me is a car I have had for the last 10 years, fully serviced and well maintained.
Please may I kindly ask for your advice.. Should I process with Directline? Will my premiums go up?
i told her its not my job to bring it to her back door and said i have left them at your front door and sent her a photo. i start to walk back to my car and she starts bitching me out in text before i could finish delivery in app so i just went back picked up the stuff and left. canceled the order. fuck that it aint my job to walk around your house through your gate to your fucking back door. these people think we are their servants or some shit?
I'm 26, and growing up I only had one person I truly felt was my safe space and support, my grandmother. She had gone through so many hardships growing up that my toxic family kept hidden from me for a very long time. A little backstory, my grandmother was abused for a large part of her life by my racist, alcoholic grandfather (My grandma is Mexican, and my grandfather was white which I felt had to be disclosed as I had said racist). Both my uncle and father knew of this and never did a thing about it. I was unaware of this until I was around 16 when my grandpa died, and I could see the weight being lifted off her shoulders like she was finally free. Since that moment, I made it my mission to be my grandma's support system and allow her the time to finally be free and happy after being robbed of so many years of happiness.
My father and uncle (her sons) possess the same traits my grandpa did. They're alcoholics and have raging anger issues, which unfortunately led me to completely remove myself from that side of the family together (except my grandma of course!). Ever since that point, it became really difficult to get in touch with her though. My dad would tell her these crazy stories about me that never happened making it seem like I didn't want to see her anymore (I suspect this was him trying to alienate me from the one person I still wanted to continue a relationship with on his side). As time went on, she wouldn't answer her house phone anymore, and then one day I got a recording saying her phone was disconnected. This was extremely bizarre and the same thing happened to her cell phone shortly after. I got a really bad gut feeling so I just straight up drove to her house. When I got there and tried knocking, no one answered the door. I came back a couple of days later, and when I knocked I heard her on the other side of the door but she was mumbling and wouldn't open it and sounded not okay. I told my other grandma of this and we decided to call the police to do a welfare check on her in which we found her at 90 lbs, frail, and muttering incoherently. I called my dad in a panic because at the end of the day no matter my feelings toward him, I needed to know what was going on. My dad complained on the phone saying she had developed severe dementia over the past few months and her health was rapidly declining, but this all seemed like an inconvenience to him. He even said since now she's "lost her mind", he canceled her phone plans as he didn't see a need for her to have a house or cell phone anymore, which is why I was unable to get ahold of her. My uncle, who is a touch more reasonable, finally decided to get in-home hospice care for her but requested I only visit when they were not there (which according to her caretaker, my dad nor my uncle EVER visited her).
One day when I was with my grandma, she started talking about how my uncle and dad were taking all her money without her permission and kept pestering her about her will. This completely caught me off guard so I asked her where she keeps all her documents so I can make sure they're safe from them. She said she didn't know because my grandpa took care of all of that when he was alive but she said my uncle and dad started ransacking her house looking for all her banking things. I started to look around her house to see if I could gather anything that they wouldn't be able to steal and put it in a safe place, and to my surprise, found PILES of receipts from 7-Eleven ATMs taking out $500 at a time from her bank account multiple times a week all within recent months (my grandma was bedbound so this was NOT her). I tried to ask my grandma about this but unfortunately, her dementia had gotten so severe, she did not know how to speak English anymore so my focus was just spending as much time with her as I could, even if we couldn't communicate as well anymore. I would often only text my grandma's caretaker if I wanted an update on how she was doing, but eventually, the caretaker stopped responding. After a week or so, I got a bad feeling and went to her house as something was telling me I needed to, and no one answered the door. I called my dad and uncle and got no response. A day later, my uncle texted me saying that he tried to call me last week but my mailbox was full (this was not true, nor did I even have a missed call, but this was a VERY common gaslighting tactic they used many times in the past), but said that my grandma died a week ago (it was about 30 minutes after I left from seeing her). I was so flooded with emotions and feelings of anger, sadness, and grief, I didn't know how to process them. I was so angry at my family for withholding so much from me and for stealing from her and for being so mean and cruel to her. I asked my uncle when and where the funeral would be, and I got no response. I tried again two days later, no response. I called, no answer. Finally, a week and a half later I get a text saying they were just SO busy trying to sell her house that the funeral won't be for at least 3 more months. What?! Selling her house and pocketing that cash was your guy's top priority instead of a funeral? A couple of weeks go by and I ask again, no response. I never found out where she was buried. I never got to attend a funeral. I've spent COUNTLESS hours even to this day trying so hard to find her burial site, death records, etc. but have found nothing. I feel like there's this hole in my stomach because I never got any closure with this. I can never visit her grave or hold any of her things (I tried asking for her photographs as she was an avid photographer and had piles and piles of photo albums, but never got them or even a response so I suspect these ended up in the garbage). It's been almost 3 years now, and I still feel like she just passed yesterday and have not been able to heal. The only thing I have of hers is a ring she gave me when I was a child. It's a gold ring with a ruby on it that fits me perfectly to this day and I never take it off. It's my only reminder of her and I just wish I could talk to her one last time.
I feel like she was robbed of so much with my grandpa, dad, and uncle for so long, and I just wish we could have had more time together to create happy memories while we could.
Throwaway for obvious reasons - fairly sure I have family on this subreddit so hey, thanks guys. Just need to get this off my chest properly as although my friends know about it, I can’t bother them about it.
Obvious warning for SA talk, CSA and so forth.
My ages from back then are a little hazy, as are a lot of the memories. They tend to be out of order in my mind a lot, so please bare with me. I try not to think about my life back then.
I think I was 10 or 11. I was always kind of an awkward girl. I leaned more towards gaming and was very much a “tomboy” in the eyes of my family and my peers. I was also just quite anxious, and it all escalated. I have four older brothers, and I was the only and youngest girl. I won’t go into too much about them, except I got on well with all of them most of the time. Some arguments here and there. Being berated for being short or just being a girl - but that’s normal.
One of them, lets call him D, is my second oldest brother of the four. He’s also awkward, socially withdrawn, and he shared a room with another brother (we’ll call him T).
T and D don’t get along very well. They share a room, that’s the extent of the brotherly love there. D annoys T a lot. T is also autistic, and likes his own space but the house wouldn’t allow it. I was in a box room.
One day, me, T, D and my dad are at my grandmothers. T is playing on the TV, so I go to the back room where D is playing on his 3DS. I ask if I can play with him. He says sure. I sit on the inflatable bed and we decide to play Mario Kart. He tells me, “we should make it into a game.” And well, Im competitive. I ask him what it was. He says: “If you win, I’ll get you a donut. If I win, you strip.”
I don’t remember if I did it. Anything else from that specific day was erased. That terrifies me. That was instance once of bad things that occurred with D.
Another instance was when I came out as bisexual. I had a girlfriend. I was around 11 or 12 and it was innocent. He quizzed me. “Have you kissed her? Have you touched each other yet?” And so forth. I was uncomfortable. He told me I should bring her over one time. I refused.
He lent me his 3DS once when mine had broke. 3DS’ have a camera function. Me, being a child, went on it. I went into his camera roll. Lesbian porn. Some of the people looked young. Really young. I told my parents and they said it was normal. I said okay.
We had a hot tub in our backyard. This one is also terrifying to me. My cousins were younger than me. D was there. We were just sitting and then D starts asking if I found them attractive. I said no. Awkward laughter. He kept pushing it. Asked my cousin to kiss me. I said no. She did it anyway. He enjoyed it. I hate myself for being any way involved in them doing that. They were just kids. I doubt they remember. I hope to god they don’t.
He made comments to his friends about wanting to gag me because I was talking through a movie. I was eleven. Told them I look pretty gagged. They laugh. I don’t understand.
He had a tablet that had photos of me as a child.A toddler. Naked or nearly so. When I found it, I deleted all the photos. They belong to nobody.
And then he touched me.
Family holiday at my other grandparents house. Me and him are upstairs. Watching youtube in bed - I can’t even remember what. I was wearing these leggings I was gifted for my 11th birthday. I had a blue top with a peace sign on it. He starts to touch me. I don’t know what’s happening. I didn’t know of intimacy like that - I saw the photos on his 3DS but it wasn’t that. I don’t know how to react. I didn’t know it was wrong for him to do that. I didn’t know how to say no.
We get called for dinner. He asks me not to say anything. I don’t. Not until we’re home.
I tell my parents. They don’t believe me. I go to Childline. They call the police. Police investigate. I’m told I dreamt it, that I was looking for attention, and that’s that.
I start hurting myself. My family stopped talking to me. My anxiety and depression developed and I avoided school due to bullying. I wanted attention and validation and I got it from men online.
I am still so angry. The attempts I could’ve avoided as well as the pain if they had listened more.
I’m 19 now. Away from that home. With better people. Yet still, I find myself seeking validation and love from strangers. Still get nightmares about him. I’m still scared to even see him again.
In short, fuck you for not believing me. I will live with this forever. And he gets off scot-free.
I hope you get what’s coming to you.
I've joined basic plan and generated dozens of pictures. As for me it has an obvious favour or tendency in its generating style. Let me make a list:
- Semantics: it understands quite well about usual creatures like human (especially in v5), cats, dogs but often makes pretty distinct error on some creatures like whales, dragons, etc.
- Characters: it holds the portrait of celebrities well like Trump, but distorts a lot on virtual characters in mangas or animes.
- Styles: it does an excellent job in static art like imaginary art, abstract paintings, and fake photos, but has much problem in actions (like clashing, fighting, etc) and gestures (like how a warrior holds his sword).