This is why I'm ashamed to be human...if the motherfucking sons of bitches can be called humans at all...
SAY NO TO FUR!!!
Anyone reading this blog, if any of you have blogs or anything please post this on your blogs. Either that or pass the link around. The motherfuckers gotta pay.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Perfection
In The Closing Of The American Mind, Bloom indicated that people crave perfection even though they know that perfection, by definition, is unattainable. So why pursue it? Because in their pursuit, they feel perfect for that very fleeting moment. I think this is why I am so relentless in my pursuit of perfection. Because I want to be perfect. But I cannot be, so this must be some sort of luxury/illusion/delusion that I allow myself.
Weird logic one might say but comprehensible in my pov. If all life is a will-to-power as Nietzsche asserts, then everything that I do as I strive towards that perfection is a mark of overcoming and, thus, demonstrates the perfection of perfection (poor articulation I know but I do have this problem from time to time). It's not easy, it's masochistic but nobody promised me that just because I am doing something admirable (same goes for other things like great, right or noble etc) the road leading to it has to be lined with beds of sweet smelling roses to make the journey pleasant. If perfection is really that desirable, then it being the destination should be attractive enough that the pleasantries by the road should not even be a factor in my decision to pursue it. And this is not something unimaginable and out of this world. In the Glauconian restatement of the truly just man, he suffers the greatest injustices (360b-360e & 361e-362a). But he continues being just anyway because he sees it as worth the pursuit in and of itself. So this must be the same with the perfect form of things that I seek. I made the choice and I have to live with its consequences. But better a wrong choice than non whatsoever.
Weird logic one might say but comprehensible in my pov. If all life is a will-to-power as Nietzsche asserts, then everything that I do as I strive towards that perfection is a mark of overcoming and, thus, demonstrates the perfection of perfection (poor articulation I know but I do have this problem from time to time). It's not easy, it's masochistic but nobody promised me that just because I am doing something admirable (same goes for other things like great, right or noble etc) the road leading to it has to be lined with beds of sweet smelling roses to make the journey pleasant. If perfection is really that desirable, then it being the destination should be attractive enough that the pleasantries by the road should not even be a factor in my decision to pursue it. And this is not something unimaginable and out of this world. In the Glauconian restatement of the truly just man, he suffers the greatest injustices (360b-360e & 361e-362a). But he continues being just anyway because he sees it as worth the pursuit in and of itself. So this must be the same with the perfect form of things that I seek. I made the choice and I have to live with its consequences. But better a wrong choice than non whatsoever.
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