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Nicole Atkins - War Torn
...Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven: We know her woof, her texture; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine— Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person’d Lamia melt into a shade.
John Keats, Lamia
There is no final, satisfying way to balance our need to be known with our need to be alone.
So much wisdom in Joshua Rothman’s beautiful essay on Virginia Woolf’s idea of privacy. Pair with legendary psychoanalyst Adam Phillips on developing our capacity for “fertile solitude.” (via 1109-83)
“Anybody who gives you a belief system is your enemy, because the belief system becomes the barrier for your eyes: you cannot see the truth.”
—Osho
What we have forgotten is that thoughts and words are conventions, and that it is fatal to take conventions too seriously. A convention is a social convenience, as, for example, money. Money gets rid of the inconveniences of barter. But it is absurd to take money too seriously, to confuse it with real wealth, because it will do you no good to eat it or wear it for clothing. Money is more or less static, for gold, silver, strong paper, or a bank balance can “stay put” for a long time. But real wealth, such as food, is perishable. Thus a community may possess all the gold in the world, but if it does not farm its crops it will starve. In somewhat the same way, thoughts, ideas, and words are “coins” for real things. They are not those things, and though they represent them, there are many ways in which they do not correspond at all. As with money and wealth, so with thoughts and things: ideas and words are more or less fixed, whereas real things change.
Alan Watts, The Wisdom of Insecurity
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“Referring to a mask as a law of nature is another way of saying that it cannot be escaped or transcended; there is no getting beyond or beneath it. But when Deleuze describes the intention of interpretation, we find it is ‘an art of piercing masks, of discovering the one that masks himself, why he does it and the point of keeping up the mask while it is being reshaped’. The Nietzschean-inspired disavowal of ideology is based on the claim that critique is only an ongoing series of interpretations where masks give way to nothing but more of their own. Deleuze’s instruction is to pierce masks so that motivations and strategies can be discovered, whether they belong to subjects or to a particular manifestation of power. The obvious implication is that the appearance of a mask obscures other qualities that are potentially more fundamental than just another mask. Deleuze’s conception of philosophy as synonymous with interpretation deepens his infidelity to Nietzsche’s original argument.”
From Dialectics and Contemporary Politics by John Grant
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