Intro

Upon self-reflection I am forced to confront the inherent nature of my actions. One thing moves this way, another, that; and the sum of all derivation of meaning seems to stem from an inherently empty process of symbols and their emotional responses. Civilization has doomed us to an existential pell-mell of perceptual shadow-worlds were we are entirely responsible for the impetus of our own ontological relevance, yet sedentism and the subsequent erasure of the Power Process has made us partner to the dumpy beast of exponential ennui. The horror of life is that our Paleolithic ancestors sat down and thus set our course to nowhere—inertia.

… And suddenly I wonder if anyone else thinks this way.

The development of art is the creation of dishonesty for the sake of reasonable intellectual internalization. Truth from culture is illusory: reality is necessarily holistic, cosmic; culture is an episcope which contextualizes the temporal into a comprehendible projection. In essence this process is not corruptive but persuasive, and the degenerative human eugeneia—the modern man’s increasingly inherent lack of wisdom, intelligence and his overall moral turpitude—has constructed a persistent memetic automaton of clockwork misinterpretation of image.

From the blebs of this mistake emerges the fish-eyed stare: the glossed-over perspective of the enlightened modern person. The fish-eyed stare would sanitize the Dionysian; it would wrap the Earth in cellophane and export Lysol to extraterrestrial intelligences at cost plus 10% (because what do they know?) with a hollow smile and a dirty handshake and ask “would you like fries with that?” A dog might occasionally mistake a projection for reality; only a human could mistakes reality as a projection.

This blog is not going to save the world, and I am not a hero. All you will find here is contextualized imagination and creative self-expression: it is a symbolic communicative filter for reality, and as such is a lie. This, however, is as much my fault as it is yours for reading, understanding language, enjoying art, listening to music, etc. Delusion is our curse as conceptual civilized beings. If you sense truth in any of these writings, it is not the semantics themselves that should be revered but the authenticity which they represent. In other words: not me but the reality I experience.

Thus truth is experiential—you will never find it simply by reading something. You must allow life to happen to you: follow the shadow to the agent (idealism); and through that communication with the divine, a path which is likely endless, is the bridge to the Übermensch built. But first the fish-eyed stare must be done away with. I will help you walk this nihilistic superhighway if you will help me. That is all I ask.

Shayne