Occasional snapshots of objects hazily passing through my brain.
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Art lets truth originate. Art, founding preserving, is the spring that leaps to the truth of what is, in the work. To originate something by a leap, to bring something into being from out of the source of its nature in a founding leap- this is what the word origin (Ursprung-primal leap) means.
The trial of the man accused of shooting and killing 12 people and injuring dozens more in a packed Colorado movie theater can be televised on a closed-circuit feed, a state judge ruled Tuesday.
But strict regulations accompany the ruling.District Judge Carlos Samour said James E. Holmes’ trial can be broadcast but only with a single, remote-control-operated camera already in use in the courtroom, according to court documents.
The camera will not be allowed to zoom in or out without the judge’s permission and will not show the jury.
In addition, no newspaper photographers will be allowed to take photos during the trial, Samour ruled. Photos will have to be taken directly from the closed-circuit feed.
I like the overall message and agree with it, but it’s hard for me to digest the appeal to science and the scolding fatherly self-help tone.
Luckily we can all find our own way, if we are strong enough.
It often seems to me too that these slogans merely impose one technological authority in place of another.
The interior should be made transparent as a social function and its self-containedness should be revealed as an illusion — not vis-a-vis a hypostasized collective consciousness, but vis-a-vis the real social process itself. The ‘individual’ is a dialectical instrument of transition that must not be mythicized away, but can only be superseded.
[T]he truest solitude is not something outside you, not an absence of men or of sound around you; it is an abyss opening up in the center of your own soul. And this abyss of interior solitude is a hunger that will never be satisfied with any created thing. The only way to find solitude is by hunger and thirst and sorrow and poverty and desire, and the man who has found solitude is empty, as if he had been emptied by death.
Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation (via shneevon)
'O Zarathustra, you stone of wisdom, you projectile, you star-destroyer! You have thrown yourself thus high, but every stone that is thrown — must fall!'
Thereupon the dwarf fell silent; and long he continued so. But his silence oppressed me; and to be thus in company is truly more lonely than to be alone…
But there is something in me that I call courage: it has always destroyed every discouragement in me. This courage bade me stop and say: ‘Dwarf! You! Or I!’
For courage is the best destroyer — courage that attacks: for in every attack there is a triumphant shout…
Courage also destroys giddiness at abysses: and where does man not stand at an abyss?
Courage destroys even death, for it says: ‘Was that life? Well then! Once more!’
double u tea eff I was just thinking of this passage this morning! I better like the translation “philosopher’s stone” instead of stone of wisdom. I was thinking of that in the half mole half dwarf voice that is kind of an eerie hiss to me. And I was wondering if I am the/a half mole half dwarf archetype, and if so, if I should accept my fate. Weird thing to think on the way to the bus stop now that I think about it.
I wonder, having been called ‘kind’ a few times before, if this ‘kindness’ is not rather correctly identified as cruelty, in that I am perhaps perceived kind because I sometimes take a position of yielding slightly toward what I perceived to be the demand of other. It is cruel because while they demand something it is not the having of this something which is important. Perhaps I am rather a misanthrope for not resisting and dancing along wholeheartedly to the game.
fear of toxicity strikes me as an old anxiety with a new name. Where the word filth once suggested, with its moralist air, the evils of the flesh, the word toxic now condemns the chemical evils of our industrial world. This is not to say that concerns over environmental pollution are not justified—like filth theory, toxicity theory is anchored in legitimate dangers—but that the way we think about toxicity bears some resemblance to the way we once thought about filth. Both theories allow their subscribers to maintain a sense of control over their own health by pursuing personal purity. For the filth theorist, this means a retreat into the home, where heavy curtains and shutters might seal out the smell of the poor and their problems. Our version of this shuttering is now achieved through the purchase of purified water, air purifiers, and food produced with the promise of purity.
Purity, especially bodily purity, is the seemingly innocent concept behind a number of the most sinister social actions of the past century. A passion for bodily purity drove the eugenics movement that led to the sterilization of women who were blind, black, or poor. Concerns for bodily purity were behind miscegenation laws that persisted for more than a century after the abolition of slavery, and behind sodomy laws that were only recently declared unconstitutional. Quite a bit of human solidarity has been sacrificed in pursuit of preserving some kind of imagined purity.