I discovered the term when reading about #gamergate. Although it did not originate with this, it seems to be the catch-all phrase for the enemy of the gamers. There is no definition of who is on either side of the gamergate war but it seems that people too often revert to “hardcore gamers” versus “SJWs”. But before we get to the definition, we must look at the anon culture which propagates the term, and, ultimately, maybe I’ll be able to tell what justice really means. I’m not gonna dwell on gamergate, but I’ll explain it in order to segway into anon culture and from there discuss the philosophical aspect of social justice within Read the rest of this entry »
Just wanted to have it written down, to support my copyright once I publish the book online. This will therefore remain unedited. I’m not gonna sell the book, so it’s just a matter of giving me credit and I’m not sure if I can use this post as proof, but it’s better than nothing.
You can look forward to a revolutionary new view on history, genetics, metaphysics and culture later this year. Hopefully before decembre. It will be published on a different site, which I will construct for this sole purpose. Very few, if any, people read this blog, so I’ll have to figure out a way to get publicity, but Imma finish the text first.
Neanderthals and Denisovans had Asperger’s, which they passed on when they interbred with Sapiens. So it’s not a disorder or a developmental problem, but a slightly different type of brain.
From chapter 38 of The Man Without Qualities (my translation from the Swedish translation):
“Moral is the fixation of human behaviour within a society, but primarily their inner urges and impulses, that is their emotions and thoughts… Of course I don’t know it. But despite that I can give you a dozen explanations. The oldest being that God has revealed the order of life to us in its finest detail…”
“That would be the most wonderful,” said Agathe.
“But the most likely is,” Ulrich intoned, “that moral, like all other order, arises through force and violence. A ruling group which has succeeded in acquiring the power simply charge the others with the restrictions and basic principles through which it secures its dominion. But simultaneously it depends on those who have made it great and powerful. Simultaneously it thereby acts as a role model. Simultaneously it is itself changed through feedback. All this is of course far too complicated than can be described briefly, and while it in no way happens without intelligence (but in no way through intelligence but rather experientially), it eventually results in an incomprehensible network that stretches over everything and everyone, apparently as necessarily as God’s heaven arches above us. Now everything is attributed to this domain, but this domain is not attributed to anything. In other words: everything is moral, but moral itself is not moral!”
“That is, feeling is neither true nor false! Feeling has remained a private matter! It has been consigned to suggestion, to imagination, persuasion!”
“For centuries”, Ulrich carried on, “the world has known the truth of thought and thus through reason known, at least to a certain degree, freedom of thought. Meanwhile feeling had neither the strict schooling of truth nor freedom of movement. For every moral has in its time regulated feeling only to a strictly limited extent and only as far as certain basic principles and fundamental emotions were necessary for the actions that pleased it; but the rest it has given over to arbitrariness, to the play of personal emotions, the uncertain striving in the arts and in the academic debate. Moral has, then, adapted emotions to the needs of the moral and thus neglected to develop them, despite itself being dependent on them. For it is the order and unity of emotions… But it is only another expression of a state of passion arming itself against the whole of the world.”
“Moral was to him neither dominion nor wisdom of thought, but the infinite fullness of life’s possibilities. He believed in some potential for elevation of moral, in different levels of experiencing it, and not just, as is habitual, in stages of insight into it, as if it was something ready-made for which humans simply weren’t pure enough. By this people certainly think of police regulations, through which life is kept in order, and since life does not obey them, they give the impression of not really being possible and in this barren way is thus given a sheen of ideal. But moral must not be reduced to this plane. Moral is fantasy… And secondly: fantasy is not arbitrary.”
“He had been about to talk about the all-too-little considered difference between the way in which different times have developed reason and the way in which they have fixated and locked-in the moral fantasy.”
“Everything from the extraordinary humans’ epiphanies to the sentimental garbage that unites the people forms what Ulrich called the moral fantasy, or more simply put feeling, one slow fermentation throughout the centuries, without the brew clearing. The human is a being who cannot cope without passion. And passion is that condition, under which all her emotions and thoughts are of the same spirit. You think, almost to the contrary, that it is the condition when an emotion is overwhelmingly powerful, one single – entrancement! – which forcibly pulls all others with it?… Lasting is achieved only by emotions and thoughts in contact with each other, in their wholeness, they must in some way be aimed in the same direction and mutually pull each other along. And by any means, by intoxication, suggestion, faith, conviction, often also only by the simplifying effect of stupidity, the human longs to create a similar state [of lasting]. She believes in ideas, inte because they are many times true, but because she has to believe. Because she has to keep her emotions in order. Because with an illusion she must fill the tear between her life-walls, through which her emotions would otherwise be scattered by all [four] winds. The right thing would, instead of devoting yourself to transient illusory states, surely be to at least seek for the causes of the true passion. But despite the number of decisions that are caused by emotions being all-in-all infinitely greater than the sum of all settlements made by pure reason and despite all events that affect humanity having sprung from fantasy, only matters of reason reveal themselves as being superhumanly ordered, and for the other [the order of passion] nothing has happened that would deserve being called a collective effort or even hint at an insight into its despairing necessity.”
“We find ourselves these days facing too many possibilities of feeling and life. But is this difficulty not similar to the one that reason overcomes when face with a great deal of facts and a history of relevant theories? And for reason we have found a strict, if incomplete, approach, that I need not describe to you. I ask you now, if not something similar would be possible for feeling as well? We would without doubt yet want to clarify why we exist – this is one of the main causes of all acts of violence in the world…”
“That would mean a growing relationship with God!”
“That wouldn’t be the worst thing surely?” Ulrich said, not without a certain mocking sharpness before this hasty anxiety. “But I havn’t taken it that far!”
“How do you imagine this application of our theoretical approach to thinking in practice?”
“Ulrich knew very well that it was yet unclear. He meant neither ‘a life as researcher’ nor a life ‘in the light of science’, but a ‘search for feeling’ kind of like the search for truth, with the only difference that here there was no question of truth.”
“The fact is that while Hitler was gathering German lands he united Germany, Austria, the Sudetenland, and Memel without a single drop of blood. If Hitler stopped at that, he would be remembered in his country’s history as a politician of the highest order.”
from a Russian newspaper article April 3rd by Andranik Migranyan, head of the New York office of the “Institute for Democracy and Cooperation,” an NGO set up under President Vladimir Putin in 2007 to monitor human rights in Western countries.
This is a copy of a youtube comment I made on a video about the crisis in Ukraine. The comment section was, unsurprisingly, brimful with hatred.
“Look, everyone here has been told lies and all nations have done horrible things in the past, there’s no point in having a contest of who raped the most people, certainly not based on propaganda sources. Accept this as a starting point. Now, let’s think about this from a broader perspective. In the 1700s Europe was controlled by the British Empire, the Frankish Empire, the Russian Empire, the Read the rest of this entry »
“We are patrolling together, Ukrainian, Russian and Tatars, trying to keep our neighborhoods safe because we all expect trouble.”
“What happened in Kiev showed the true face of Ukrainians. They are fascists. Here in Crimea, we want peace. We can live peacefully with Tatars, they are the nice neighbors.”
“No, they are murderers; the Tatars want to kill us. We need to be protected from them.”
“I am Russian and I don’t need your protection.”
“They are turning us against each other.”
“We have learned from our history how important it is to solve conflicts peacefully and this should also apply to Ukraine.”
Droppformade lågor tynar ensamma bort.
Bara skuggan av en sommarbris finns kvar.
Kall viskar sången om glömskans ljuva bröst.
Ekot omringar mig med fjädernätta kedjor.
Jag vidrör stålet med trevande andhämtning.
Kedjorna skingras i en fantasifull dans.
I mörkret klingar stoftet som ett benbrott.
Ilande sken hugger efter ekot,
men lägger sig som en tunn film över den förkolnade marken.
Hålen varken finns eller har funnits.
Pauserna i visan är det enda som finns kvar av fotavtrycken;
En visa, som skingrats i mitt minne,
likt en hälsning som ingen såg;
en tom hand som aldrig dragit i en kedja, aldrig gnuggats över en eld,
aldrig smekt en kind, aldrig fångat ljuset.
Ekot av ingenting omringar mig;
Stickade gevärsskott och virkade kanonkulor,
som viner likt svalor kring mina stängda öron.
En frisk vind sveper aldrig bort mina tårar av sand.
Mitt huvud vilar aldrig på glömskans ljuva bröst.
If I had been born with eyes like a spiders, would I then have been able to look at the night sky and determine where Venus and Earth were in relation to themselves and the sun?
Christopher Hitchens wrote in “Why Women Aren’t Funny”:
“The reproductive and eliminating functions (the closeness of which is the origin of all obscenity) were obviously wired together in hell by some subcommittee that was giggling cruelly as it went about its work.”
I laughed out loud at the word subcommittee, because I find the dull, paperwork bureaucracy at odds with the metaphysical land of eternal torture.
Atheists share in common only one tenet; the rejection of all God-claims hitherto suggested. The words atheism and atheist are therefore each sufficient to constitute holy scripture. The physical properties of the text is irrelevant; only the logos matters.
To worship is to acknowledge the causes of our being. As an atheist, you may worship water, soil, organisms, the sun and any force or constituent of the universe. Perform whichever ritual you like, whenever and wherever you prefer.
The hierarchy of the atheist church is obvious. The more youtube views a certain atheist has, the higher their ranking. Take their advice unquestioningly regarding all facets of life.
There is no dress code, but sensible clothing is advised. There is no moral code either. In the absence of axiomatic commandments, you must start to think for yourself.
Admission fee is 250 Noodles.
The word is probably an adaptation by early missionaries—particularly Ulfilas, apostle to the Goths during the 3rd century—of a native Germanic concept, which was a translation of Greek ψυχή psychē “life, spirit, consciousness”.
According to some religions (including the Abrahamic religions in most of their forms), souls—or at least immortal souls capable of union with the divine—belong only to human beings. Read the rest of this entry »
Subjectivity is a hard nut to crack for anyone interested in understanding the universe. Looking for answers to the ultimate questions we always end up with a certain amount of uncertainty because in the end we don’t know if we can trust ourselves. Maybe, we muse, our subjectivity clouds our judgment. Maybe our thoughts create the box that shapes our worldview. Maybe our language defines a preset limitation on understanding.
I don’t have the answer, but I’m gonna conduct a thought experiment to illustrate the fact that we actually have a box and how we can try to view the box from outside whether or not it is actually possible to step outside of it. Here follows, in random order, a number of thoughts on the connection between thought and words and thought and words-that-are-not.
What are the spaces between a comb’s teeth called?
“…it is better to be adventurous than cautious, because Fortune is a woman, and if you wish to keep her under it is necessary to beat and ill-use her…”
- Niccolò Machiavelli, Il Principe
He also says that humans “are evil”.
In these two quotes, Machiavelli embodies the European society created by the dark ages, i.e. the Christian age. The fruit of the tree of the knowledge of everything sentenced a) humanity to be forever incomplete – mortal and greedy – and b) women to suffer menstruation and birthing pains. I know that The Prince is possibly partly satirical, although I think only when it comes to details about governing and not the fundamentals like his views on human nature. Using a word like “evil” might be an exaggeration for comic effect, although still not opposite his genuine beliefs. The common people are considered detestable, war is considered obvious and women are not even considered. Even though Machiavelli does not appear to be very pious, he does sum up the horrible side of Europe, the breeding ground of Christian doctrine.
Obviously, we must ask ourselves if Machiavelli was the biggest ever troll in Europe, causing centuries of naivety and deceit alike.
“Poe’s law, in broader form, is:Without a blatant display of humor, it is impossible to create a parody of extremism or fundamentalism that someone won’t mistake for the real thing.
The core of Poe’s law is that a parody of something extreme by nature becomes impossible to differentiate from sincere extremism. A corollary of Poe’s law is the reverse phenomenon: sincere fundamentalist beliefs being mistaken for a parody of that belief.“
The grave accent, although not standardly applied to any English words, is sometimes used in poetry and song lyrics to indicate that a vowel usually silent is to be pronounced, in order to fit the rhythm or meter. Most often, it is applied to a word ending with -ed. For instance, the word looked is usually pronounced Read the rest of this entry »
Dreaming I think I’m a god
Waking I think I’m a dog
Eating I think I’m a pig
Drinking I think I’m a lake
Brushing I think I’m a skeleton
Combing I think I’m a carrot
Cutting my nails I think I’m a rhino
Peeing I think I’m a river
Shaving I think I’m a bear
Washing I think I’m a worm
Running I think I’m a raptor
Reading I think I’m a human
Blinking I think I’m not
Boarisch (Bairisch) is a Sproch im Sidostn vom deitschn Sprochraum. Zamma mitm Alemannischn, Sidfränkischn und Ostfränkischn buidns de obadeitschn Sprochn. Es Vabroadungsgebiet vom Boarischn is da oidboarische Tei vom Freistoot Bayern, es aissaste Sidvogdland in Saxn, Esterreich (estli vom Arlberg), Sidtirol und de zimbrisch-karnischn Sprochinsln in Obaitalien. Meara wia de Hejftn vo de Boarischn Muaddasprochla wohna aussahoib vom heitign Freistoot Bayern (Boarn).
For those of you who didn’t get that: Read the rest of this entry »
“Recent studies report that Y-chromosomal Adam lived as early as around 142,000 years ago.“
We’re all related to this guy, every single person on earth, including this guy:
“The Maya never said anything about the end of the world or anything about a great change in the universe on that date,” David Stuart, a professor of Mesoamerican art and writing at the University of Texas at Austin, told The Huffington Post in December 2011. “The calendar not only continues after that date,” he said. “It goes 70 octillion years into the future.” Read the rest of this entry »
Consciousness is like a spectrum from 0 to 1 shaped like a bell curve that never seems to reach its ends or top. It exists only in the infinitesimal stable island we call self in the vibration we call the universe. It is like God, one, and infinitely detailed, except it seems to have a specific and limited number of parts and obviously the parts are real, the simplifications and deductions made by the fact that the nervous system is just a tiny part of the universe and must therefore form a mirror of the universe not within itself, a blood circuit, a skeleton, muscles, bears, monkeys, a skin bag, all walking around at the mall, thinking about themselves and the universe from their perspective, worms crawling around in magic light, the guts and bacteria that are not of the same DNA produce that is also found in the two temporally shifting topias or carbon fires we call parents where the original cell of you comes from. You can pick any of these definition-metaphors (words with definitions; isn’t this really a tautology?), because they’re all local maxima on the bell curve of our consciousness – like fractals, infinite.
It’s hard to understand this so we make guesstimates. I guesstimate that we are skeletons walking around on artificial ground made of millions-year-old ancestors; and that we are slabs of muscles glued fast to the silicon frame work, with the teeth and the skull; and we are the nerves that sense the universe outside ourselves and we are bears that claw at fruits with furry arms and chew the DNA produce and the billions of amino acid molecules splitting the incoming molecules apart; but this life, as we say, is not on an atomic level. The protons, neutrons and electrons are too stable to be split as easily as molecules, even big ones, like DNA, with billions of protons in each single molecule. Life, or consciousness, in its rôle in this french deconstructivist tragedíe[sic?], is a big part of reality, but alas, not the entirety, not the whole 1 of the spectrum that contains within its definition every single detail of everything (like the word everything, although, its just a linguistic artifice put together by only the idea of there being things in the universe, which of course could also be a philosophical stand-point, but even so a rather obvious and simple truth whereas the ultimate truth needs to be both infinitely singular and infinitely everything at the same time). I.e. one word that means everything, but that’s stupid because then it says nothing. It’s a logical impossibility to achieve such a truth and I guesstimate that the reason for this is the nature of all the things – like the skeletons, beetles, monkeys, the cells and lineage and culture and nails and water that is us, the localized zone of constant vibration, of constant change – as the water flows from my pee hole.