The Theosophy of Beauty

[Original creation date: 3 October 2008]

THE THEOSOPHY OF BEAUTY - PRELUDE TO PSYCHOHISTORIC REINTERPRETATIONS OF MODERN TIMES

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You know, being alone is not such a bad thing. Loneliness gives us an opportunity to know ourselves and do what we consider important, useful, personally productive. for example, it gives us time to write. when else would one write than when one is alone?

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loneliness is necessary to cleanse the soul. just as one requires time in the morning to cleanse the body, and times of repose at night to cleanse the mind, times of loneliness cleanse our souls. too much, however, and souls may be cleansed right off of existence.

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solitary thought is fucked up. it leads you into the most unusual endeavours--your mind and your soul have free reign to communicate solely to each other. this requires interruptions throughout the day, otherwise ....

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conformity is the easiest thing to do, so it is our default setting with things we don't really give a crap about. some prefer to conform to dress styles, or speech patterns, or philosophical ideas/constructs, or whatever because it is the easiest thing to handle the rest of humanity and the rest of mortal existence with. on the other hand, when we can afford to not conform, it is because we have voluntarily and purposefully decided that conforming was actually more difficult than not conforming. from thence springs human distraction and dissatisfaction. distractions are luxuries--things like fashion trends for the dress nonconformists; linguistics and wordplay and debate and literature for those concerned with the word. dissatisfactions become revolutions--nonconformity with the System, with the Man. i have a nonconformity with the use of uppercase letters. we all have our little nonconformities, and it shapes our personalities.

our bodies and minds and soul, the construct that is the «i», shape our preferences regarding the way we treat others and the world, and ignores some things and focuses on others. it does those things voluntarily, from within, and the reasons for those impulses are as mysterious as their genesis. is that where god really lies, in the mystery that cannot be explained, ever, with words? something that can only ever be felt?

i've never really understood myself, myself. the way i think my thoughts and they way i express them, finally, with words, either spoken or on paper, are so different from what i actually thought, what actually passed through my brain, that at the end of communication it is an essentially different idea which is communicated. how improbably bizarre is it to imagine that two people can ever really understand each other, with all this noise going on between the thoughts of two distinct minds? only with direct mind communication can any true communication ever happen, and even then a whole lot of context would be lost if it were not supplied.

and so, despite enormous obstacles, we possess language, something that at least allows enough communication to get us to where we are now. imagine what feats would be possible if we could have what the borg or the vulcans possess. no wonder we are so retrograde--we cannot even agree on the sanctity of human life, much less on ridiculous minutiae like the colour of the sky or jerusalem or the use of money. the world as we know it is a huge construction, the result of a million years of humans trying to satisfy their urges to conform and not conform, and to do it in the easiest way possible.