The three men take his advice, and each in turn, and sometimes together, they set about playing with the deck of cards, each in humble contentment.
Soon the Resentment Machine kicks in, as each man grows bored with the cards. Typically when this happened they would sleep for a while, and when they woke their passion for cards was renewed again.
But this time there is a silent understanding between the men. Cards are no longer enough, let us now taste the apple we were given. Each man bites it, and though they do not yet know it they have become the three Vinegar Tasters. And for them rest is never enough to silence their Resentment Machine, ever after. Now, bearers of logic they are, they no longer pass the cards around freely, but instead each man takes 1/3 the deck, to be His and His alone.
The first man, Buddha and Schopenhauer, idly passes through the cards a few times before declaring it a game for children, amusing enough but ultimately best put out of mind. He renounces his Will to Life, and he sits in the corner, content.
The second man, Confucius and Christ, looks through the shuffled deck and finds the disorder hateful. He sets about sorting the cards exactly as he considers best. Once his project complete, he gazes peacefully at his creation, content with the creation of his Will to Power.
The third man, Laozi and Nietzsche, shuffle the deck endlessly, marveling at the patterns that emerge by chance. Thus he whiles away eternity, merging his Will to Power and Will to Life with that of the cards.
And so the men sit, for 5000 years of card play. When suddenly a wizard teleports into the room, startling all 4 men quite a lot.
"Oh, cards! I love cards" the Wizard says, holding out his hand. Though the three men are fearful to hand over their cards so easily, the bold confidence of the Wizard intrigues them, and they do.
"Behold, a trick!" The Wizard shuffles with skill, cards falling and passing in complex patterns that only make glimpses of sense from without. The three men look on, and the wizard brings his trick to an end and pulls from the deck a Key.
With the key the wizard unlocks the cage, and walks out. The three men hesitate briefly, but soon follow him out. Each man uncertain what lays ahead, but boldly following their own footsteps all the same.
I'ma do some dxm tonight. I've been excited about it recently because of a breakthrough I had a few trips ago listening to Aurthur Schopenhauer books. He's big into analysis of boredom and what causes it. One of his things is that boredom hovers over us like a vulture, waiting to descend on any life it sees secured from need.
Well one time on DXM I was sitting and I was perfectly content. Just sitting doing nothing with no care to do anything else. No bliss or joy, just total calm. I have this happen to me occasionally on dxm, and it totally rules. This time because I'd just been listening to Schopenhauer I realized what was absent were these vultures, that no emotions or thoughts were intruding themselves on me.
I remembered reading somewhere that "Just like all NMDA receptor antagonists, dextrorphan and dextromethorpan inhibit a neurotransmitter called glutamate from activating receptors in the brain. This can effectively slow or even shut down certain neural pathways, preventing areas of the brain from communicating with each other. This leaves the user feeling dissociated (disconnected) or potentially "out-of-body."
So what I'm thinking is that DXM prevents whatever parts of our brain are generating thoughts and emotions from manifesting those signals in your 'consciousness' for lack of a better term. Probably why we feel so dissociated on it.
Note here the importance of 'set'. In the aforementioned trip where I experienced complete calm I was only taking 300 mg and smoking some weed. My mindset must have been pretty calm and open in addition to whatever help the dxm gave.
Pond posted:Behold my path!
Game recognize game son.
This cognitive Machine is the Will to Harmony! Just as the Will to Life beats in your chest! Just as the Will to Power throbs in your forehead! Feel atop your skull, the power of Frission, the Will to Harmony! The Key to the trap of civilization, which can be engulfed by the Resentment Machine but comes out, whole and untarnished.
babyfinland posted:*tips fedora at fellow genius*
Game recognize game son.
Thanks, and I tip mine back as well, to you and all those who pointed the way here.
+1:30 I sat outside and enjoyed looking at the chemtrails that filled the sky; I used to find them disgusting, but now they seem beautiful in a Kierkegaardian sort of way.
+3:00 In this state I decided to try to read. I picked up Meister Eckhart, and started reading “On detachment”.. Just after having changed the album to “The Mystery of the Yeti 2”. This took the trip to another level. After reading some on Eckhart's detachment-concept, being the most still and stable state of all. And the noblest of all virtues. The one closest to the ground of God. Almost Nothing! It reminded me of the concept of “transparency”, that I had just read about in Nishitanis thinking, a concept borrowed from Kierkegaard. What was connected with the concept, was the notion of the now opening up to Absolute Nothingness.
+5:30 I arrived at the museum. Before I discuss the specifics, I must first make clear my views on the museum experience. Put simply, I am not a fan—when visiting museums, I often struggle with the delivery of the information to the viewer. As an outsider looking in, I am constantly reminded of Michael Foucault’s concept of ‘the other.’ Cultures of ‘primitive’ and distant peoples are often portrayed as alien to our very species. Instead of presenting exhibits in an enriching, engaging way, museum curators often force viewers into a mode of thought that inhibits a complete, satisfactory understanding of the material at hand. As I entered the bottom floor, I was reminded of just that.
i hope my experience serves as a warning to those others considering trybing such a wonderful drug
Pond posted:Feel atop your skull, the power of Frission, the Will to Harmony!
that's serotonin syndrome, idiot
kinch posted:t=0:00 I'm about to dose when someone on the dextroverse suggests taking the syrup rectally. I figure what the hey and smirk heartily at the ironing of using the provided oral syringe in a way not intended by the manufacturers of this chidlrens cold medicine.
Adam Curtis's Lonely Robot, redeemed at last.
MENTAL DEVIANCY WILL NOT BE TOLERATED
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your gibbering nonense is not accessible to other humans on a base rhetoric level, never mind that you probably have nothing of value to say, i can only imagine it's the severe drug abuse that makes you think it's a good idea to write this crap and post it here.
god bless.
Thanks for the concern though.
Protip, whenever invoking "Buddhism", or any other ideological concept, you have to explain what you mean by it in coherent terms, possibly referencing source material of some kind. You cannot assume at all that other people have the same mental conception of Buddhism as you do; they probably have somewhat (though not completely) similar imagery, but probably have significantly different mental categorization of it, and a different understanding of its fundamental precepts. Even within Buddhism there is a great deal of disagreement over what it means to be Buddhist. This is the same as in every other religion or, indeed, any other philosophy of sufficient complexity and import.
My recommendation is to stop directly referencing the Will to Power and instead reference something more simplistic and easily read, such as a tiger. And then for the Buddhism you could reference a bubbling stream. Now you're making myths!
cleanhands posted:converge all myths, all histories, all philosophies
the next theology should consolidate theism with atheism,
this focus on professions of faith instead of praxis is unchristian through and through.
Transient_Grace posted:cleanhands posted:converge all myths, all histories, all philosophies
the next theology should consolidate theism with atheism,
this focus on professions of faith instead of praxis is unchristian through and through.
its pretty much consensus vis a vis derrida that one cannot properly claim belief or disbelief in the present circumstances
--That is God.
Hooray! Ay! Whrrwhee!
--What? Mr Deasy asked.
--A shout in the street, Stephen answered, shrugging his shoulders.