“… flores male donatos …”

Dē sanguine honōrābiliōre quam rēgis homōnymī et equitūlī eius errantis excēdentis.

[midnightactual]

“Companions the creator seeks, not corpses, not herds and believers. Fellow creators the creator seeks—those who write new values on new tablets. Companions the creator seeks, and fellow harvesters; for everything about him is ripe for the harvest.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

The Deluge (1866/Engraving) - Gustave Doré

[scriptorsecular]

QUIA VENTUM SEMINABUNT ET TURBINEM METENT

[madgirlscosm-deactivated2025051]

— Jonathan Safran Foer

[philosophybits]

“To speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.”

— Oscar Wilde, De Profundis

[a-titty-ninja]

[scriptorsecular]

The closest that most of us come to a direct experience of the centerlessness of capitalism is an encounter with the call center. As a consumer in late capitalism, you increasingly exist in two, distinct realities: the one in which the services are provided without hitch, and another reality entirely, the crazed Kafkaesque labyrinth of call centers, a world without memory, where cause and effect connect together in mysterious, unfathomable ways, where it is a miracle that anything ever happens, and you lose hope of ever passing back over to the other side, where things seem to function smoothly. What exemplifies the failure of the neoliberal world to live up to its own PR better than the call center? Even so, the universality of bad experiences with call centers does nothing to unsettle the operating assumption that capitalism is inherently efficient, as if the problems with call centers weren’t the systemic consequences of a logic of Capital which means organizations are so fixated on making profits that they can’t actually sell you anything. The call center experience distils the political phenomenology of late capitalism: the boredom and frustration punctuated by cheerily piped PR, the repeating of the same dreary details many times to different poorly trained and badly informed operatives, the building rage that must remain impotent because it can have no legitimate object, since – as is very quickly clear to the caller – there is no-one who knows, and no-one who could do anything even if they could. Anger can only be a matter of venting; it is aggression in a vacuum, directed at someone who is a fellow victim of the system but with whom there is no possibility of communality. Just as the anger has no proper object, it will have no effect. In this experience of a system that is unresponsive, impersonal, centerless, abstract and fragmentary, you are as close as you can be to confronting the artificial stupidity of Capital in itself. Call center angst is one more illustration of the way that Kafka is poorly understood as exclusively a writer on totalitarianism; a decentralized, market Stalinist bureaucracy is far more Kafkaesque than one in which there is a central authority. Read, for instance, the bleak farce of K’s encounter with the telephone system in the Castle, and it is hard not to see it as uncannily prophetic of the call center experience.

— Mark Fisher, Capitalist Realism: Is There No Alternative? (12009)

[philosophybits]

“To divine in advance how ordinary people will act one has to assume that, when they are in an unpleasant situation, they always seek to get out of it with the smallest expenditure of intelligence.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human, 551

[thedivergentrealities]

Titan A.E. (2000) dir. Don Bluth, Gary Goldman

[grayrazor]

Blocky and brutalist may perennially be the prevailing fashion, but I personally prefer starships with curves.

[scriptorsecular]

"The centre of the world is no longer where she is but where her beloved is; all roads leave from and lead to his house. She uses his words and repeats his gestures, adopts his mannerisms. 'I am Heathcliff,' says Catherine in Wuthering Heights; this is the cry of all women in love; she is another incarnation of the beloved, his reflection, his double: she is he. She lets her own world in contingence. She lives in his universe."

Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex (11949)

[scriptorsecular]

CANTO: Weisse Sonne

BANDA: Laela Auditis

Sometimes to pull thru to where I am now

I'd have no why to endure almost any how

So I build up whys -- my mirage in the snow

Melt away too slow, my private shinkirou

My shinkirou don't shatter, but melt like snow

Crystals in my eyes like some starshine for now

Take up my labors like some moonshine cash cow

Writing on the wall a foregone conclusion

Rest in peace, my abandoned illusion

Some whys endure and stay

Before I seize the day

Other whys fail and fray

And too soon (thereafter) melt away

But all whys are useful, one step at a time

To the promised land, which shall soon be mine

All whys are useful, one how at a time

one mirage, one miracle, I'll turn to sunshine

melt away

Gİve me a sign, give me a sign

For what's to be ours and mine

Tonight and all nights

No more moonshine

Give me a sign, give me a sign

For what's to be ours and mine

Tonight and all nights

Give me stars & shine

Give me a sign, give me a sign

For what's to be ours and mine…

[Repeat, fade out]

CHRONICLER'S NOTES: Laela wrote the song some years before she met either Soter or Aletheia Weise.

12:00 PM 23 NOV 2021 [start]

12:48 PM 23 NOV 2021 [1.0]

04 :36 AM 28 NOV 2021 [1.2]

6:20 PM 7/13/2025 [1.3 one line changed]

1:16 PM 7/18/2025 [1.4 line change]

[scriptorsecular]

But now all those psychological tendencies that suffer under its repression become grouped together in the unconscious, and form a counter-position, giving rise to paroxysms of doubt. As a defence against doubt, the conscious attitude grows fanatical. For fanaticism, after all, is merely overcompensated doubt. Ultimately this development leads to an exaggerated defence of the conscious position, and to the gradual formation of an absolutely antithetic unconscious position …

— Carl Jung

[entheognosis]

“People to whom their daily life appears too empty and monotonous easily grow religious; this is comprehensible and excusable, only they have no right to demand religious sentiments from those whose daily life is not empty and monotonous.”

— Nietzsche

[lasaraconor]

[philosophybits]

“What the superior man seeks is in himself; what the ordinary man seeks is in others.”

— Confucius, Analects

[dahmerskitchen]

[ether--net]