The muses’ decision to sing or not to sing is never based on the elevation of your moral purpose—they will sing or not regardless.

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Saturday, July 24, 2010

Post-Modern Oedipus Rex


This post is an answer to all the troubles of a young Roman citizen in the world of today and e-tomorrow. Poke out your eyes to rid oneself of e-despair. See only through the Self within the self. Here is the seat of the post-modern philosopher king. The post Cartesian pineal gland, the post-modern housing of the soul. After blotting out the eye sockets, that if used over zealously can reveal deep e-despair in the modern man (something I am ashamed to have ranted about as much as I have here on the senate floor), one's soul is brought in true harmony at all levels. In a state of such harmony one can stand with a gaze into all the bizarre HD screens of today and tomorrow (pocket or otherwise). 720p 1080i all become acceptable and of great pleasure, as when living as the post-modern Oedipus Rex all ill fate is removed from the self and only harmony with the true Self remains. One might be quick to call this a sort of e-freedom, but I think that is a misnomer as it overlooks the true tragedy of the whole undertaking. We are free, but only as free as a man who denies himself true vision for sake of a harmonious soul. Poke out your eyes to rid oneself of e-despair, live harmoniously in the true Self. Become the Post-Modern Oedipus Rex.

4 comments:

  1. Oedipus players of a grand tragedy.

    My hands aren't hermetically sealed enough to touch Oedipus, but as for the self--that I can manage.

    To paraphrase another:
    Anything in any way beautiful derives its beauty from itself and asks nothing beyond itself. The beautiful man compares and estimates himself by an idea which is higher than himself, but derived of himself as man; the mean man, by one lower than himself though admittedly equally of himself as man. However the one produces aspiration; the other ambition, which is the way in which the vulgar man aspires. Ambition reaches without with hands meant to be turned inward, which is the distinguished characteristic of aspiration.

    or

    "I have often wondered how it is that every man loves himself more than all the rest of men, but yet sets less value on his own opinions of himself than on the opinions of others."

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  2. Did I mention I've been reading too much of the "Meditations" lately?

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  3. I shall sprinkle on some existential Nietzsche on your ancient philosophy.
    "Whoever despises himself nonetheless respects himself as one who despises."
    oh and I love the Meditations references, bring more to the Senate floor, they seem more than appropriate. And the hermetically sealed Oedipus is for those that actually will poke out their eyes in this modern age, so no worries there. Cheers, Senator and thanks for the comments.

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  4. while limbs stretched to breaking point, inches away from loosening themselves from the sockets of his soul, that braverheart, the greatest philosopher/theologian yelled out:

    "e-FREEDOM!"

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