The beginnings of well thought out principles of existence, life and what it means to be. These remarks are only outlines of a beginning in the style of John Fowles aphorisms...
Where are
we? This situation is not that and not there, but here right now in this
moment. Has it a master? No, we must master it.
All that
exists is, by existing and by not being the only existent is an individual.
Affirmation is negation
We are a living contradiction. Is self-contradiction a
logical possibility?
Emptiness higher up than nihility? Delving into absolute
nothingness.
Reflection a constant doubling.
Feeling before thinking.
Law is the
supposed organising principle and chaos the disorganized destructive one. The
two in play constitute existence. Chaos is wonderful – not purely destructive
but creative allowing new forms of organization.
Seriousness
is a form of sincerity. To be sincere is not to joke, but to offer something
real and authentic. To be sincere is to be truthful, therefore seriousness is a
display of truth.
Seriousness
is one of the greatest forms of authenticity. It is not possible to be
inauthentically serious. A display or mask of seriousness always carries
with it a laugh inside the head of the one who tries to be seriousness.
Integrity.
What is integrity? A true self.
Your being
only comes from your actions.
Space is the
universal language of the human race.
Seriousness
is looked down upon, it is not popular. To be seriousness makes others uncomfortable. It can be a form of coldness, a
detachment and distancing from the trivia and unsubstantialalities that form so much of modern life.
Eroticism is
a breaking of a taboo, a crossing of a boundary psychologically or personally
in moral terms.
Sex is the
motivating desire of all things.
All
reciprocal love is selfish. It is love of oneself through the eyes and mind of
another. It is love of a favourable opinion of another upon oneself; it is pure self-involvement and self-glorification. The other as an
unknown separate entity entirely different and foreign to oneself is absent.
All that matters is the reflection.
A lack is
the lack of something but that lack itself is that which is most full and
excessive.
To like
others minimally and with the least effort is easy, but to like others for what
they are is hard.
To like
others at all is hard.
