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Date: May 23rd, 2013 1:09 PM Author: Razzmatazz Charcoal Range
However gratefully one may welcome the OBJECTIVE spirit--and who has not been sick to death of all subjectivity--in the end, however, one must learn caution even with regard to one's gratitude, and put a stop to the exaggeration with which the unselfing and depersonalizing of the spirit has recently been celebrated, as if it were the goal in itself, as if it were salvation and glorification. The objective man, who no longer curses and scolds like the pessimist, the IDEAL man of learning in whom the scientific instinct blossoms forth fully after a thousand complete and partial failures, is assuredly one of the most costly instruments that exist, but his place is in the hand of one who is more powerful. He is only an instrument, we may say, he is a MIRROR--he is no "purpose in himself". The objective man is in truth a mirror accustomed to prostration before everything that wants to be known, which such desires only as knowing or "reflecting" implies--he waits until something comes, and then expands himself sensitively, so that even the light footsteps and gliding-past of spiritual beings may not be lost on his surface and film.
Whatever "personality" he still possesses seems to him accidental, arbitrary, or still oftener, disturbing, so much has he come to regard himself as the passage and reflection of outside forms and events. He calls up the recollection of "himself" with an effort, and not infrequently wrongly, he readily confounds himself with other persons, he makes mistakes with regard to his own needs, and here only is he unrefined and negligent. Perhaps he is troubled about the health, or the pettiness and confined atmosphere of wife and friend, or the lack of companions and society--indeed, he sets himself to reflect on his suffering, but in vain!
His thoughts already rove away to the MORE GENERAL case, and tomorrow he knows as little as he knew yesterday how to help himself. He does not now take himself seriously and devote time to himself.
Should one wish love or hatred from him--I mean love and hatred as God, woman, and animal understand them--he will do what he can, and furnish what he can. But one must not be surprised if it should not be much--if he should show himself just at this point to be false, fragile, questionable, and deteriorated. His love is constrained, his hatred is artificial, a slight ostentation and exaggeration. He is only genuine so far as he can be objective; only in his serene totality is he still "nature" and "natural". His mirroring and eternally self-polishing soul no longer knows how to affirm, no longer how to deny; he does not command; neither does he destroy. Neither is he a model man; he does not go in advance of any one, nor after, either; he places himself generally too far off to have any reason for espousing the cause of either good or evil. He is an instrument, something of a slave, though certainly the sublimest sort of slave, but nothing in himself!
The objective man is an instrument, a costly, easily injured, easily tarnished measuring instrument and mirroring apparatus, which is to be taken care of and respected; but he is no goal, not outgoing nor upgoing--for the most part a man without frame and content, a "selfless" man. Consequently, also, he is nothing for women.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2263900&forum_id=2#23255308) |
Date: May 23rd, 2013 1:25 PM Author: House-broken salmon turdskin piazza
living in the realm of categories and 'objective' ready-mades is like living in someone else's mind, in a dream you have been made to dream from birth. until you wake to the reality that only particular things exist, and they cannot be synthesized or combined or likened.
your mind must become stocked to the bursting point with incommensurables, until you go mad and see that they are all one thing after all.. exactly one
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=2263900&forum_id=2#23255391) |
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