(Nov 18, 2017 08:42 PM)C C Wrote: [ -> ]As a biologist, I guess Sheldrake has done research in the past that was praised / confirmed. But when his eastern spiritual(?) inclinations cross paths with his day-job, those trespasses of course garner a skeptic's knee-jerk disdain as crankhood.
My son sent me this
song.
It was inspired by Collette Gaudin’s Introduction to Gaston Bachelard’s
On Poetic Imagination and Reverie.
"Reverie is a playful time for Bachelard where one can approximate the state of wonder that we experienced in childhood. Such moments are very restorative to the psyche because we are momentarily "liberated from the gear-wheels of the calendar."
"Our aim, Bachelard explained, is to "cure the mind of its happy illusions, to free it from the narcissism caused by the first contact with the object."
"One task of epistemology is to make clear the mental patterns at use in science, in order to help scientists overcome the obstacles to knowledge."
Have you read his work, C C?
Gaston Bachelard (wikipedia.org)
(Nov 19, 2017 06:19 AM)RainbowUnicorn Wrote: [ -> ]some thoughts...
now how can those bound by naratives(religion, physics etc) think outside of the narative context ?
mostly... though not always the average person becomes psychologically injured from attempting to contemplate an existance of no narative.
Ah, well, the thing that caught my attention was when he said 'existential crisis'. You don’t usually hear that phrase when you’re out and about in my neck of the woods.
Are you implying that
once you see that shit, it will fuck you up for life? Nah, that’s why they call it a sausage party.
IMHO, it’s a guy thing. They imagine themselves in a void very similar to how Christians imagine themselves in heaven.
I like poetry but I’m not really good at it.
This is about as far as my existential crises went.
This one,
Distant Dancer is a reflection on Nietzsche’s woman as TRUTH:
He compared it to how men chase women, but never really want to know her, or actually see her for what she truly is. Truth is beauty or so they say. It’s a possession. Her greatest power is action at distance—to tease. So, they look at truth through a veil of beautiful possibilities, which only disguises the lack of truth underneath. He uses two metaphors here to show how men try to separate themselves from truth, as if they’re sorting the wheat from the chaff, the male from the females, the yin from the yang, etc. They look at her as if she were a totally different creature far off in the distance, (a cow). Similar to how Yazata blamed female mate selection for male aggression, he’s blaming male mate selection for making half of the population weak. They don’t want to see the animalistic nature in women because they want to see their reflection in her eyes.
"Finally, women. Reflect on the whole history of women: do they not to be first of all and above all actresses? Listen to the physicians who have hypnotized women; love them—let yourself be "hypnotized by them!" What is always the result? That they “put on something” even when they take off everything. Woman is so artistic."
At least a genuine artist is aware of her artistic endeavors. Like women, Nietzsche saw art as supporting and sustaining life.
"To the realists—those who "feel well armed against passion and fantasies" and believe that they are observing reality, including themselves, "unveiled." These realist believe they have discovered all of life’s secrets. Distance—pure, scientific objectification—is out of the question, for the observer’s own subjectivity is always mixed up in even the most dispassionate view."
I could be wrong but I think this is also part of C C’s warning on scientism.
My thoughts on the advent of nihilism...
The common nihilist, like the realist, looked beyond heaven and hell, good and evil, and did not see his reflection in the abyss. He thought he had unveiled a little truth. He guards it and carries it with him. Ah, my precious, look at how brave I am, but he holds nothing because he embraces nothingness. In nothingness he does not exist—nothingness does not exist. He cannot exist without her—never was there a man not born of woman. He forgot where he came from, Nietzsche's (women as LIFE). Nietzsche, on the other hand, embraces the woman. A genuine artist sees the abyss as a blank slate.
"I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things; then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love henceforth! I do not want to wage war against what is ugly. I do not want to accuse; I do not even want to accuse those who accuse. Looking away shall be my only negation. And all in all and on the whole: some day I wish to be only a Yes-sayer."—Nietzsche
Just my two cents. What do you think, RU?
