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Being calm is fantastic. Here is my guide to doing it.
Ignore insults or "Oh you shouldn't just take" phases. These often cause rage due to nature. But you simply can just ignore if you put no mind to it and overcome your habit of reacting to insults or a personalized one.
Suppress your rage. Just don't put thought on a certain thing whether it's a conflict or someone arguing. Often rage makes us do terrible things but it is not an excuse to destroy someone's life.
Think straight. What do I mean? As in what is he trying to say is it offensive or criticizing your stuff. Read close. Critics can help you, insults don't.
(made a typo)
Hopefully, it helps you.
“Everything can exist within order. Even chaos.”
“How can chaos exist within order? Controlling chaos defeats the purpose.”
“If all is in order, then chaos can exist within certain confines. Untouched by order save for the barriers it touches. Order however cannot exist within chaos for the chaos around it would descend upon it like a hungry beast. Order is more forgiving than chaos.”
Fun fact literally every story about Wittgenstein reads EXACTLY like this, except sometimes he attacks them with a poker too
obsessed with this
The Dash by Comay and Ruda is also some of the most fascinating readings of Hegel out there, focusing super into just a single piece of typography in the phenomenology.
“Subjectivity is itself the trauma, the injury is self-inflicted. Rather than wishing away the injury or demonizing its malignancy, the point is to confront the infinity of the infirmity. The only way to close the wound, or rather to undo its coercive power, is to reopen it: to become what we are. Absolute knowing is just the subject’s identification with the woundedness that it is.”
— Rebecca Comay, Mourning Sickness: Hegel and the French Revolution
Love this clip, the interviews of elder Deleuze are really when he's at his height, everyone knows Anti Oedipus of course but What is Philosophy is just one of those books that work sooooo well.
Anyway posting for a few reasons,
1. His French is just beautiful here, he pronounces the words with such vigour.
2. He presents an amazing paradigm to interpret texts, starting at the horizon and then pulling in. For example, if you look at books like Moby Dick or the Inferno both present a fuckton of events, characters, chapters etc. and if you just start by trying to figure out the symbolism of one passage you'll be missing the forest for the trees (Those books are encyclopedic its so cool! fucking my favourite types of books:P).
The Logic, Horizon, Structure, mode of perception (and remember your own mode here too!) and most importantly what the text is creating (like what the author is writing/making when she writes the book.) all are needed first. Once the logic is elaborated It will become like the light source in a painting and will progress from the horizon and illuminate all the progressing ground before it until a single work of art is shown.
3. His cardigan is a really nice colour, I really want it.
Pretentious Post over
Cycles
The death of fire is the birth of air; The death of air is the birth of water; The death of water is the birth of earth; The death of earth is the birth of fire.
Heraclitus paraphrased translation of text from “Fragments”
“Courage is the first virtue that makes all other virtues possible.”
Aristotle
Source: @YUDHO_XYZ on Twitter
My little brother
Last Sunday I went to a catholic sanctuary with my family to celebrate my father’s birthday. We went at night to go pray the Rosary, and as they were saying the intentions my little brother started crying.
“Today, we pray for world peace in Gaza and in Ukrain.” the priest said.
And then, when my father asked what was wrong, he answered:
“Have you seen the state of the world! It’s just so sad!”
That got me thinking: when did our souls lost that kind of inocence? I mean, my brother’s 10 years old, he has gone through some sad, heartwrecking things, but still he did lose his inocence and his tireless will to seek the good. Why do we lose that? I find it hard to believe that we lose it because so many people do us wrong all our lives. And why did we stop being good?
When did being good start to look like a weakness? Goodness shows our strong will and our desire to live fully rather than badness. Badness in the sense that it represents the need to hide our truthfull persona, to gaslight everyone into thinking we don’t care about nothing, that that whole YOLO thing is sustainable. But most of all in the sense that we lose that kind of blind inocence that made us children. Being that person keeps us from being emocionally free.
Showing our emotions is an important part of being human. If we can’t do that are we even alive? If I can’t run over to someone and tell them that I love them, am I even an emotional being? To feel compassion, to feel love, to feel sadness, to feel that I’ve hit rockbottom, it all makes us human. If we allow ourselves to not feel it we are lying to everyone and ourselves.
I wish I had kept that. I wish I could see the world the way I saw it as a child. Everything was so much bigger than us, but we didn’t feel scared rather than inspired to be big and to go into adventures. Why did I lose it? I ask myself that many times. When did I stop being content with what I had and wanted more and more?
Now I look at my little brother and pray that he doesn’t lose that. That he could grow to be one those rarely seen actually nice guys that treat everyone with respect and kindness regardless of their own lives.
Morning questions
One beautiful or not morning you'll wake up and ask yourself: Am I wrong? Should I do everything in different way? The saddest and the best in the same time thing is that answer to this questions will know only you and nobody else.
I thought about this because I've seen a lot of fandomised (???) artworks of AM in human form from I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream...
Stay yourself, stay curious
🤍 sadie, 14, she/her, straight
🤍 my favorite movies/shows: black swan, priscilla, girl interrupted, mean girls, gilmore girls, gossip girl, scream queens, bridgerton
🤍 my music taste: i listen to a lot of lana. my music taste varies wildly but i like songs that are hauntingly beautiful and speak to me. my favorite song rn is teen idle by marina!
🤍 interests: reading, writing, fashion, victoria secret angels, haute couture, pink, nails, nutrition, philosophy, science, technology, physics, thought experiments, riddles (esp teded ones 🙈)
🤍 fashion sense: my outfits are usually pretty girly! i wear lots of pastels, florals, denim, and sweaters when it’s cold. i admire a lot other styles though.
🤍 my favorite books: the bell jar, little women, the secret garden, white nights, the unabridged journals of sylvia plath, etc. i have many books on my tbr list though. i’m particularly interested in dostoevsky and sylvia plath.
🤍 what i’ll post: things i find thought provoking, outfit inspo, writing, lana, etc
Louis was a philosopher. The Delacour-Weasleys thought he had gone mad. Fleur thought he was being irrational. Bill simply didn’t understand his son’s studies. VIctoire thought he was weird for not pursuing magic. Dominique called him crazy. It was only when he met Leah Knowles, a muggle girl in his college philosophy classes, when he was 21 that he finally had someone with whom to share his love of philosophy.
Studying Leopardi rn and I’m getting more and more conscious about how blinded he was by his own privilege at the start of his production (and later too tbh). The themes he talks about, the distance from nature in particular, which he basically describes as a universal experience, is a byproduct of his status and does not apply to the majority of the working masses of early 18th century’s Italy.
All of this to say, is it the same for me? Am I too, as a middle class cis white woman, blinded by my privilege? Like, I’m trying to be conscious about it but is it working?
every woman is a little girl. but then it becomes misunderstood when the woman enters motherhood.
the stripping of identity a woman faces when she becomes a mother is rife. understand that mama, mom, mummy, mommy, ma distracts from the fact that she is her own person. she’s still a little girl but the difference is that she’s big enough to be the mother not the mothered.
so when you find yourself disagreeing with your mother or feeling that she misunderstands you, know that she is still that little girl on the inside its just been years since someone has acknowledged it.