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The bravest notion of cynicism is Parrhesia, the notion of bold speech, free speech, true speech.
So I invite you to this thread, as a commons, speak whatever you'd like, crude, crass, snide, sneed, blunt, bold, brave, great, or glorious.
Let us discuss things in an open way, while we still have time.
I'll start:
The gangsterization of our society over the last 50 years can't be understated. There's a solid line one is able to draw between the corruption of the hippie movement in the 70s, the corruption of the hiphop movement in the 90s, the corruption of the pro-police/military movement in the aughts and teens, and even the corruption of the notion of comradery in the recent years. It's easy to look at these movements, cast in darkness, as evil, impotent, any other reflection of the current system it inhabits, but that doesn't mean that those underpinning notions, the deeper roots that lead to these fruits, don't come from valiant sources. The shadow cast is the shadow of a mighty mountain, once strong and stalwart, now hallowed out from the inside onward, only a phantom shell of it's former strength. But there is where the profit for humanity can be revived. To not let the shadow envelope the light, which requires many things. You must allow suffering to speak. You must bear witness to sorrow and hatred. You must see eye-to-eye with the least of thee. You must be willing to take the slings and arrows of adversity in stride. Most importantly, you must not allow yourself to abide any lies; this is the deepest notion I believe that can be expressed by parrhesia. That the outright rejection of lies and deceit in any form, no matter how crude, crass, and unsightly it might seem sometimes, is the gateway to liberation, and if well guarded, can become the gateway to heaven itself. To live a holy life wrapped in the eternal light of God. Instead of grasping, clasping, clutching, to the fake, to the fear, to the vice, and the virtue that pats itself on the back needlessly. By the end of a good life you are wounded, bruised, scarred. But when you emerge from your hero's journey you will have changed into a being that more resembles the light, as opposed to the worldly, and thus, ultimately hallow, though penultimately pleasurable, darkness of the world, which leaves you so drained of purpose and fulfillment that suicide seems your only option. As the holy man will look back at every step, trial and tribulation alike, and remark of how they surely must live in heaven. While the unholy man will look at the sand they grasp slipping through their fingers, as the sands of time slip through each and every one of our hourglasses, and cry out: "Abandoned by God am I, it was all for naught, please, I would do anything for just a little more time" and thusly die in darkness, shamed and swallowed by a beast that has already bled to death a long time ago.
So I invite you to this thread, as a commons, speak whatever you'd like, crude, crass, snide, sneed, blunt, bold, brave, great, or glorious.
Let us discuss things in an open way, while we still have time.
I'll start:
The gangsterization of our society over the last 50 years can't be understated. There's a solid line one is able to draw between the corruption of the hippie movement in the 70s, the corruption of the hiphop movement in the 90s, the corruption of the pro-police/military movement in the aughts and teens, and even the corruption of the notion of comradery in the recent years. It's easy to look at these movements, cast in darkness, as evil, impotent, any other reflection of the current system it inhabits, but that doesn't mean that those underpinning notions, the deeper roots that lead to these fruits, don't come from valiant sources. The shadow cast is the shadow of a mighty mountain, once strong and stalwart, now hallowed out from the inside onward, only a phantom shell of it's former strength. But there is where the profit for humanity can be revived. To not let the shadow envelope the light, which requires many things. You must allow suffering to speak. You must bear witness to sorrow and hatred. You must see eye-to-eye with the least of thee. You must be willing to take the slings and arrows of adversity in stride. Most importantly, you must not allow yourself to abide any lies; this is the deepest notion I believe that can be expressed by parrhesia. That the outright rejection of lies and deceit in any form, no matter how crude, crass, and unsightly it might seem sometimes, is the gateway to liberation, and if well guarded, can become the gateway to heaven itself. To live a holy life wrapped in the eternal light of God. Instead of grasping, clasping, clutching, to the fake, to the fear, to the vice, and the virtue that pats itself on the back needlessly. By the end of a good life you are wounded, bruised, scarred. But when you emerge from your hero's journey you will have changed into a being that more resembles the light, as opposed to the worldly, and thus, ultimately hallow, though penultimately pleasurable, darkness of the world, which leaves you so drained of purpose and fulfillment that suicide seems your only option. As the holy man will look back at every step, trial and tribulation alike, and remark of how they surely must live in heaven. While the unholy man will look at the sand they grasp slipping through their fingers, as the sands of time slip through each and every one of our hourglasses, and cry out: "Abandoned by God am I, it was all for naught, please, I would do anything for just a little more time" and thusly die in darkness, shamed and swallowed by a beast that has already bled to death a long time ago.
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