I write this post senators in the hopes that we haven't lost our way as much as I fear we have. While our posts on our philosophies have conviction, I fear that they are that of brave group of asses. Lost on the e-pages of the future, we press plastic keys that appear on hypnotizing monitors in order to find some scrap of Truth that we as friends, we as Senators, can enjoy together via Google Blogger. However, it has come to my attention that our senate floor has become something akin to a kitty litter box where we bury our own shit in e-form so it doesn't stink up our owners house - and what tasteful cat goes digging though kitty litter for their friends loaf.
In seeking truth (e or otherwise) one must ask "What in us really wants truth?" We do not know where this urge for truth comes from, but still have it none the less is evidenced by the plethora of posts on various theories, anecdotes and rantings. Even more complicated, "accepted" truths passed through time and forged by a sum of human relations and enhancements such that they become obligatory to people as masses; it is sad for me to recognize that this has become true even to us noble senators. Instead of lying to ourselves and each other according to our obligation of the fixed conventions of this post-modern world we must question the value of truth, "Why not rather want untruth?" The value of truth has blinded us senators, we have lived too excited by the questioning of truth and gotten lost, truly lost.
The worst error I have seen on the Senate floor recently is one myself has been a part of. The shifting of "gears" from the aesthetic to the ethical to the stoic. Now to start the problem I have with this I will illustrate the underlying values in the two dichotomies. In the Stoic we have good and evil, an opposite value system that seems so useful and so very 'right' but it makes the mistake of the religious, it has the distaste of faith steeped in it. This faith I speak of is that in opposite values. This belief that the world can be divided into opposites (good&bad,truth&falsehood, even aestheticðical as well as the material and the immaterial) is nothing more than that, a belief. The relation between these so called opposites is far more complex, and even involves interdependency. Even Kierkegaard knew this in his work Either/Or, where each state of sphere of existence in effect represents a distinctive answer to the question, "What is it essentially to be a human being?" The radical nature of the choices of A/B (a seeming opposite value system)lies in the fact that in choosing one of the stages you are also choosing the kinds of reason available to you for defending your choice.
We with our philosophical prejudices have been baptizing our truths on the intar-webs and have been very far from having the good taste and the courage to let this be known, but that does not make our Google blog really a kitty litter box for the occasional e-loaf. This senate floor is and always will be a confessional for we four philosopher kings, giving the entire intar-webs insight into our character and maybe the occasional youtube video. However, the goal of a mass (Google) communication culture is enlightenment in reverse.(Thank you anti-intellectual E-crop rotation).
Now I hope this post has not come off as a condemnation of the senate as a whole, for every philosophical work is that of a memoir based on personal assertions, but instead I hope this post pushes us to make a new dawn of personal assertions. Ones that are truly for the future, one that are fit for a Senate blog and are beyond good and evil and all opposite value systems, a true post-modern memoir. I want this group of proud senators to immerse themselves in Roman love, for when you are in love you are in freedom, for e-expression is a gift and 'every age and every year has its own flowering spring.'
Now I hope that anyone that understands my words, eventually recognizes them as nonsensical, when he has used them-as steps-to climb up beyond them. (he must so to speak, throw away that ladder after he has climbed up it). He must transcend these writings and thoughts, and then he will see the world aright.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
The ass arrives, beautiful and most brave
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Fear not fellow Senator, Nero. Your words are hardly ever failed to be read as nonsensical. It these this, and many other points more eloquently stated here, that I attempted to bring out in the non-dialectical dialectics between myself and you, and myself and Senator. But what else I believe those dialectics show, is your want for the Senate of Gentlemen to "immerse themselves in Roman love".
ReplyDelete"Post Moderner, did you know that Nero and I
are faggots?"
- Senator
"Senator and I are having butt sex. Call it
that and well be ok."
- Nero
And a kitten overturns a sand covered turd in the kitty litter box labeled Senate. Senate where hath thou gone? Forever trapped in the wind.
ReplyDeleteHear, Hear.
ReplyDeleteThere is a season for sitting in the park, playing chess and smoking pipes. But its time passes.
We've gone too far down the road of leather-patched tweeds, grant funded symposiums and interdepartmental sex.
I say its high time to shoot the shit 'round the proverbial flaming-stump that senate can be.