Philosophy, Literature, Essays, and Thoughts
To be crushed. What does this mean? To not have any room to maneuver. To be pressed into a corner. To not be able to breathe. In short, to not be able to do all that makes life worthwhile—Dance. Sports. Music.. And, along with it, to not be able to think. It is not nice … Continue reading “Crushing My Soul”
The most interesting type of love is the purely formal one. A contentless transcendental object=X that is the condition for the possibility of my elusive desire, of my overwhelming, burning, wrenching, parching, swarming thought about an other, not for any fact, any empirical discovery about them, but about them qua themselves. To love them with … Continue reading Love. Rethought.
The loss of desire is the loss of the human. It is desire that makes us human. To not desire is to cease to be. What is desire? Desire is always a desiring. It is constant. It is a wanting of something that you cannot get, a longing for what is always already out of … Continue reading No Desire
(A series of ethical reflections after realizing how incredibly unlikely I am to be where I am) I am fortunate to not have been in the Chinese educational system, designed to produce mandarins. The more I think about it, the more it horrifies me. You are just your score. And your score at a single … Continue reading (Chinese Education)U(Ethical Reflections)
(This will be, as usual, a loosely scattered set of reflections. But I hope you've thoroughly enjoyed the featured image.) Hegel tells a Dick joke in the Phenomenology, illustrating how the contradiction of the spirit is that the most sublime resides in the most base. He goes—the penis is both for urination (the most basic … Continue reading The Beautiful (and the profane)
As you know (or perhaps you do not know) I am currently in the ridiculously tedious process of applying to Uni. Cambridge, of course, has one of the best philosophy departments in the world, and I really have no choice but to apply to it. The problem is just this: It is very Analytically biased. … Continue reading On BORING Philosophy (which is driving me crazy)
For Freud, we escape from reality into dreams, and then encounter in it what is so real and traumatic that we escape from dreams (desperately) back into reality. This is how we should read the play. It is not a comedy, but the more tragic of all because it ends happily. The middle portion where … Continue reading A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Hegel's lesson from the fall is that the worst thing is to treat an other as harmless, as incapable of evil. This very consideration of innocence deprives them of their humanity, their ability to do good. The fall creates the condition for human striving towards the divine; without the fall there is no human. Anyone … Continue reading Be (Respectfully) Violent
The best tragedies are really comedies. City Lights is just one of those masterpieces. It is a statement on love, on cinema, and on life in general. I will not provide a summary. If you want, you can find it on the internet. Here are some analysis. This is our predicament. All too often, when … Continue reading City Lights, A Review
These are frantic, unorganized notes that I types onto my phone. Enjoy. I took the ideas about Augustine and Dun Scrotus from Arendt's Life of the Mind. “Love seeketh not Itself to please, Nor for itself hath any care; But for another gives its ease; And builds a Heaven in Hells despair.” To Augustine, love … Continue reading Love as a Human Faculty (Some Sketches)
