The Ontological Boy

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900.

WHOEVER you are, holding me now in hand,
Without one thing, all will be useless,
I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.
Who is he that would become my follower? 5
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?
The way is suspicious—the result uncertain, perhaps destructive;
You would have to give up all else—I alone would expect to be your God, sole and exclusive,
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life, and all conformity to the lives around you, would have to be abandon’d; 10
Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further—Let go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down, and depart on your way.
Or else, by stealth, in some wood, for trial,
Or back of a rock, in the open air,
(For in any roof’d room of a house I emerge not—nor in company, 15
And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)
But just possibly with you on a high hill—first watching lest any person, for miles around, approach unawares,
Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea, or some quiet island,
Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,
With the comrade’s long-dwelling kiss, or the new husband’s kiss, 20
For I am the new husband, and I am the comrade.
Or, if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest upon your hip,
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;
For thus, merely touching you, is enough—is best, 25
And thus, touching you, would I silently sleep and be carried eternally.
But these leaves conning, you con at peril,
For these leaves, and me, you will not understand,
They will elude you at first, and still more afterward—I will certainly elude you,
Even while you should think you had unquestionably caught me, behold! 30
Already you see I have escaped from you.
For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this book,
Nor is it by reading it you will acquire it,
Nor do those know me best who admire me, and vauntingly praise me,
Nor will the candidates for my love, (unless at most a very few,) prove victorious, 35
Nor will my poems do good only—they will do just as much evil, perhaps more;
For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times and not hit—that which I hinted at;
Therefore release me, and depart on your way.


Wednesday, April 23, 2014

6737  I write a philosophy of the Forms, not of conscious, agent individuals.  Transcending the divine persons of the holy trinity is Divinity itself.  And Holiness.  And Person.  The Trinity.  The transcending Forms are not conscious, agent individuals.  They are that which is repeated in every repetition of the holy trinity.  They are the obsessiveness of the  obsessive.  The compulsiveness of the compulsive.  The ritual performed times without number.  Thanatos, the killing, ever one more time.  The Eternal Return.  In the stillness of Form.  Ever the same. Beyond consciousness.  Beyond agency.  Beyond every individual.  Transcendence itself.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

6736  I refuse to lick the teats of that Whore Reason, to tremble before that Bitch Science, to fawn before saccharine Morality. But then I would, I'm old and I come from a time when rebellion blossomed. Creationists, fearing the fire of social opprobrium, curry favor from all three minor deities.

The only test of Truth is whether or not the relating is magnificent to contemplate.  The creation stories in the Bible are.  Man, in order to find himself, must reach beyond those other minor truths.

6735  Quora and creativity.  Let's say creativity has something to do with having the germ of an idea which you then randomly, subconsciously, or maybe even willfully and forcefully hook up with other ideas in order to arrive at a structure that you then modulate, permutate and generally deconstruct iteratively, lovingly, repeatedly until voilĂ  you have something that will surely kick ass.  It takes time.  And Quora is certainly not the place to start doing anything that's going to take time.  On Quora you no sooner begin a line of thought than it's finished and everyone has moved on to another question and then on and on.  Quora affords you no time for slow lengthy development.  They have other things in mind.  With the use of magnificent algorithms and word counters they are able to ferret out social Trends.  They aren't interested in you and your little germy ideas; they only want to know how you manipulate the web, where you go, what you look at and what devices you use and how you use them.  They are mining an unbelievable amount of data about you.  Looking for patterns.  Then they will sell your words to other companies so they can use other algorithms to look for whatever.  You are being used and your silly little idea is totally negligible as a potential living thing.  

Thursday, April 17, 2014

6734  The created and the Uncreated.  That is a famous distinction from the Middle Ages.  The created is what the ordinary writer is writing about, while the Uncreated unwrites itself in a work of genius.  The first, when done well, is clear, lucid and easily understood.  The second is almost impossible to understand.  Permit me to give a simple explanation.

If we divide our ontology into simple things and clear complexities smoothly made from those almost invisible simple unformed forms, we have the Uncreated.  If we rush about unconcerned with such a nice analysis we are in the created.  The part-whole, simple-complex, one-many divide is of heaven.  Here it is a muddle.  Analytic philosophers reach for the divine essence.  They end up with a job at a community college and a bunch of sweet, idiot students who don't care about the created-Uncreated distinction.  The truth is that almost no analytical philosopher really does either.  Why am I writing about this?

Let's suppose those simple, uncreated things really do exist.  Maybe as Platonic Forms.  Let's say you are writing about suffering and pain.  How do you write Suffering and Pain as simple Forms?  First you give up trying to show that they are there for a purpose or that there is some sort of redemption from them or that they are caused by such and such.  What you want to display is just suffering and pain by themselves.  Just That.  Not human or animal suffering.  Not the suffering of the earth or even the universe.  Just suffering and pain.  You are now outside the realm of meaning and context.  Only the thing itself, the timeless thing before creation.  Before understanding.  Before lucid explanation and clear contextual description.  Just That.  Impossible writing.  It's Him.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

6733  In our world magnificence is dead, just as Nietzsche said.  Now we have to look outside the world for enchantment.  But how?  We could jump into the anti-magnificence of Cioran or Genet.  There man is negatively magnificence. I do enjoy reading that.  But where is magnificence itself?  Look at one of those lowly human beings that litter the forgotten streets of forgotten cities.  My favorite is a street boy in Kathmandu.  A dirty, pugnacious, skinny waif.   Fall in love with one.  He becomes the incoming of eternity.  You know what I mean.  He is nothing, he comes from nothing, he is going back into nothing.  A nothingness so fine it is refined transcendence.  And he will take all your money and never look back.  That is God for us.  A magnificent dialectic is at  work here.  If you but believe.  The apocalypse just as prophesied.

6732  Physics studies the material world, not the mind.  Today that material world has become ten dimensional with time being reversible.   It contains all possible states of all possible universes.  Nothing is left out.  We observe and live in one of those possibilities.  Moreover, our view of that one possibility is limited to three dimensions and only half of the fourth, i.e. time for us is not reversible.  Why do we have such limited vision?  Are there minds that see more of the Great Ten Dimensional Thing?  No doubt there are.  This is The Great Chain of Being Amplified.  The philosophical question concerns limitation.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

6732  I always say that the mind knows the world directly. That is my Direct Realism. But what is the world? I agree with Wittgenstein that the world consists of facts, not of things. Therefore, the mind or a thought directly knows or intends facts, not things or objects.

Sitting here I see a clock next to a window. To be more exact I see the fact that a bare particular exemplifies the Form of Clock and another bare particular exemplifies the Form of Window and those two particulars together exemplify the relation “next to”. Symbolically, Ex & Ey ( C(x) & W(y) & N(x,y)). Everywhere only facts; all objects have disappeared. The world consists of facts, not of objects. The mind directly knows the world of facts. And there are Oh so many to know.

You should find that vision slightly terrifying.  Slightly nauseating. The stillness of Eternity.

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