On the Verge of Violence

 

The truth and reality is prescient in these times. As the Powers in High Places wage a war during our humankind's Epoch of this Technological era, the post-deconstructural age...

 As the heat rises and the ongoing very real pain inside of the Zeitgeist, we watch babylon fall. Why, if I'm no great man, why should people not stick their heads in the sand regarding the facticity of hardcore death and pain? 

 I would say as a humble servant of gott, that there are, in terms of existentialism, two modes of being. First is the everyday. Last is the sentiment of Authenticity. So common sensical status quo would count as "Everydayness". Authenticity, due to in some respect it's lack of pragmatic functionality, is different from the "everyday", in that it is superior to common sense. However, though alienation is oft' times the result of Authenticity, it stands to reason that the authentic, factical worldhood of the world is what's known as the Neumenal world. So in phenomenology there are two states of world-being. The phenomenon and the neumenon. Most take the ramifications of neumenon to amount to a kind of theological conclusion. So as I see it, what is inferior. Ourselves, or God. Well it amounts to the question raised previous. What is the best way to be? Well, as one might have it, the best way to be is also the endemic way to be. Also the commonsensical way to be. But what does all this say about Love? 

 Well, as I see it, this philosophy puts love, at least erotical love, in a bit of trouble.... As I see it, what is neumonal about eroticism is that even in the case of the greatest lovers, the neumonal truth is it's about as abominable to god as giving birth. So the Neumenol truth, the world in a quasi-objective sense, is that eroticism and yae oft' times "love" itself are objectively disgusting! The "phenomenon" of experience is almost completely contrary to this type of worldview. For our perceptions, "Love" is lauded. For the phenomena we engage with in the world, Love is never seen in the neumenal light. Rose tinted glasses, and like water to a fish, phenomenally, we constitute the world the way we would like it to be. But the truth about sex and war is just never part of the dialogue or dialectic. So when we look to the Bible for answers, what do we find? Well, oft time - esp. as I find myself nowawaday - a kind of aestheticism. So I once heard a tale about the author of the last book of the Bible. You know, the once that says "Come, Drink of the Water of Life freely"? Aesthete
St. John. He was known for getting his protein through eating aphids. Yeah! He'd dip the aphids in honey! So, my family once asked, how can you call yourself an evangelical with your whole punk rawk life? They just have no idea....