I would leave you more comments more often but you are in some ways a victim of your own quality (or a successful self protector from the stupid, depending on perspective). If you have multiple different elements that each warrant a great deal of thought, and my available free time and leftover energy is what it is (I too am old-turn 61 later this month-but not old or well off enough too stop working yet and 70 hrs a week + time with wife & dog), I most often say nothing rather than picking one element and doing a sorry job of it.
Only leaving this one so you'll know people are reading and thinking even if they're not replying.
Love this :P as I love so much of your work. I have always romanticized love to be a « polymerizing » force of nature, keeping things and time together… I have such a fixation on recognition, and no doubt, it is bound to love and oneness — completeness, those precious moment where we feel whole and received and relayed alongside others, oh ! That deep understanding and mutual receptivity… It’s a miracle whenever it occurs. From my perspective, there so many incentivizes to both fragment the self and objectify others, so many ways it is practiced in every day life. Not just to objectify or degrade the other, but to degrade oneself — I’m probably coming from a more submissive side of the shadow of love. Though, I come to believe in another kind of love for those like me, who have grown up in such an objectifying instrumentalist world. I have to believe this sort of antihuman love is possible, if only for my own survival. Sort of rambling at you — sorry for that ! But when social relations are so deteriorated, how to recognize another if we lose our capacity to recognize ourselves? I wonder if in that blindness, or ignorance, or just pure incapacity, new forms of can be discovered or invented, even if they don’t match the normative love so many of us have never known, and maybe never will… Love that accepts distortion, love that accepts never being fully recognized… hmm.. love is such a beautiful thing to think about... ❤️ thank you always for you words, they so often function to me like anchors in a turbulent sea
Thank you. I only mentioned distractions in passing, but they're like noise. A cacophony of distractions. I was in Vermont years ago... I always tell this story because it was an epiphany... and after three days of being overwhelmed by the beauty, I told one of my hosts, and he said it was the lack of billboards. Vermont had outlawed them, and I hadn't noticed what wasn't there. Only the beauty that these infernal things were "shouting down" everywhere else. I returned to North Carolina, where we lived at the time, and started looking past the plague of billboards as I drove through various parts of the state, and I felt like crying. Everywhere there was contaminated beauty. Something similar is going on with 'recognition,' with the near impossibility of contemplation, silence, receptivity in a world filled with the racket of distraction.
Brilliant, thought-provoking, insightful, and affective reflections Stan. Keep up the wonderfully powerful and engaging writing. I'm not sure how consciousness could proceed the material world. For example, with no body there would be no consciousness. A brain is not consciousness, because if we place a brain on the table it will do nothing; it must be part of a body. At that point, consciousness can emerge. Consciousness, as far as I can tell (you might have a deeper insight), is a consequence of how evolution has organized matter into creatures with consciousness. Humans appear to possess a particular form of consciousness that produces thought, language, various ways to express thought and language, and when tied to manipulable hands we have become creatures with a consciousness that allows us to make history and society. Of course, in turn, history and and society make us, so we must be very careful about the kind of history and society we make. Again, THANKS Stan!
I would leave you more comments more often but you are in some ways a victim of your own quality (or a successful self protector from the stupid, depending on perspective). If you have multiple different elements that each warrant a great deal of thought, and my available free time and leftover energy is what it is (I too am old-turn 61 later this month-but not old or well off enough too stop working yet and 70 hrs a week + time with wife & dog), I most often say nothing rather than picking one element and doing a sorry job of it.
Only leaving this one so you'll know people are reading and thinking even if they're not replying.
Love this :P as I love so much of your work. I have always romanticized love to be a « polymerizing » force of nature, keeping things and time together… I have such a fixation on recognition, and no doubt, it is bound to love and oneness — completeness, those precious moment where we feel whole and received and relayed alongside others, oh ! That deep understanding and mutual receptivity… It’s a miracle whenever it occurs. From my perspective, there so many incentivizes to both fragment the self and objectify others, so many ways it is practiced in every day life. Not just to objectify or degrade the other, but to degrade oneself — I’m probably coming from a more submissive side of the shadow of love. Though, I come to believe in another kind of love for those like me, who have grown up in such an objectifying instrumentalist world. I have to believe this sort of antihuman love is possible, if only for my own survival. Sort of rambling at you — sorry for that ! But when social relations are so deteriorated, how to recognize another if we lose our capacity to recognize ourselves? I wonder if in that blindness, or ignorance, or just pure incapacity, new forms of can be discovered or invented, even if they don’t match the normative love so many of us have never known, and maybe never will… Love that accepts distortion, love that accepts never being fully recognized… hmm.. love is such a beautiful thing to think about... ❤️ thank you always for you words, they so often function to me like anchors in a turbulent sea
Thank you. I only mentioned distractions in passing, but they're like noise. A cacophony of distractions. I was in Vermont years ago... I always tell this story because it was an epiphany... and after three days of being overwhelmed by the beauty, I told one of my hosts, and he said it was the lack of billboards. Vermont had outlawed them, and I hadn't noticed what wasn't there. Only the beauty that these infernal things were "shouting down" everywhere else. I returned to North Carolina, where we lived at the time, and started looking past the plague of billboards as I drove through various parts of the state, and I felt like crying. Everywhere there was contaminated beauty. Something similar is going on with 'recognition,' with the near impossibility of contemplation, silence, receptivity in a world filled with the racket of distraction.
Brilliant, thought-provoking, insightful, and affective reflections Stan. Keep up the wonderfully powerful and engaging writing. I'm not sure how consciousness could proceed the material world. For example, with no body there would be no consciousness. A brain is not consciousness, because if we place a brain on the table it will do nothing; it must be part of a body. At that point, consciousness can emerge. Consciousness, as far as I can tell (you might have a deeper insight), is a consequence of how evolution has organized matter into creatures with consciousness. Humans appear to possess a particular form of consciousness that produces thought, language, various ways to express thought and language, and when tied to manipulable hands we have become creatures with a consciousness that allows us to make history and society. Of course, in turn, history and and society make us, so we must be very careful about the kind of history and society we make. Again, THANKS Stan!
Thank you my brother
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