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esse_est_percipi
Enlightened
- Jul 14, 2020
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Nietzsche said somewhere that we think we know ourselves, or think we can know ourselves, through some kind of introspection or soul searching a la Socrates.
Yet not only are our real instincts hidden from us by a thick veil of socially manufactured intuitions and moralities, but even the blood and guts insides of our bodies remain mysterious and alien to us, throughout our lives (ok, maybe he didn't say exactly that, but I'm paraphrasing from memory and what I think he may have said).
Anyway, I was just thinking how strange and frustrating it is that the organs and vital elements which we desire so much to stop functioning are right there, all the time, a few centimeters away, yet they're so difficult to access, so hidden and seemingly unreachable because of SI and whatnot, that they may as well be on the moon.
This results in a high number of constantly suicidal people (as opposed to the hypothetically very low number if the body's vital organs were easily accessed and neutralized by the individual owner), people who have to find ways to rationalize and cope with their continued existence because of their forced alienation from the insides of their own bodies.
They find themselves in a similar position to the fox in aesop's fable, where foxy was unable to access the grapes on a near vine, and rationalized (or sublimated) his thwarted desire by excogitating their bitterness. It's a cognitive dissonance created by desire and its continued frustration.
I hope this made some kind of sense. My mind all over the place
Yet not only are our real instincts hidden from us by a thick veil of socially manufactured intuitions and moralities, but even the blood and guts insides of our bodies remain mysterious and alien to us, throughout our lives (ok, maybe he didn't say exactly that, but I'm paraphrasing from memory and what I think he may have said).
Anyway, I was just thinking how strange and frustrating it is that the organs and vital elements which we desire so much to stop functioning are right there, all the time, a few centimeters away, yet they're so difficult to access, so hidden and seemingly unreachable because of SI and whatnot, that they may as well be on the moon.
This results in a high number of constantly suicidal people (as opposed to the hypothetically very low number if the body's vital organs were easily accessed and neutralized by the individual owner), people who have to find ways to rationalize and cope with their continued existence because of their forced alienation from the insides of their own bodies.
They find themselves in a similar position to the fox in aesop's fable, where foxy was unable to access the grapes on a near vine, and rationalized (or sublimated) his thwarted desire by excogitating their bitterness. It's a cognitive dissonance created by desire and its continued frustration.
I hope this made some kind of sense. My mind all over the place
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