1. Might?
“‘…like the crocodile, he strikes always at the weakest spot!’‘Do crocodiles always strike at the weakest spot, doctor?’Both men laughed…”— George Orwell, Burmese Days
Contextually the bit of dialogue spoken between Flory, an English colonial and his native friend the Doctor in George Orwell’s detailed Burmese Days is a more lighthearted instance than the actual implications of the offhanded inquiry.
Might as the momentary application; failure or setback is nonetheless always possible. Challenger had its moment, then like Icarus flying too high, crashed down like a tower onto avenues around… which leads to the question, is there any Might in the moment of a sinking ship? If it were true a captain always went down with the wreck there’d be none of us left. Napoleon entered Moscow to no avail, but made it farther than the later Charlie Chaplin impersonated Austrian painter.
This is the confusion of strength and Might. Not being innately inequitable, counterintuitive it would be to wholly view them as intrinsically inclusive. Might denotes strength whereas strength is not Might perpetual in and of itself. Continued strength perpetuates as a byproduct of Might’s flashes.
2. Retentive Evolution
Paradise Lost, while largely a work of John Milton’s autofellatio, stands to embark the delusion as Satan is depicted in the promethean bastardization of Venus we see the character as today; Valor and power only to in the end wind up nothing but a shriveled serpent, not triumphant traitor. Funny how in spite of this, power philosophies and platitudes are drawn from that specific archetype…
“You say you want a RevolutionWell, you knowWe all want to change the worldYou tell me that it’s evolution…[…]You say you got a real solutionWell, you knowWe’d all love to see the planYou ask me for a contributionWell, you knowWe are doing what we can[…]Don’t you know it’s gonna be alright”—The Beatles, Revolution 1
“You said you wanted evolutionThe ape was a great big hitYou say you want a revolution, manAnd I say that you’re full of shit.”—Marilyn Manson, Disposable Teens
Between 1960 up until the 1970s the world glimpsed as what was probably the largest widespread adoption/ adaptations into movements that prior seemed somewhat underground. Namely and known are the Hippies, Black Panthers and Weather Underground; in part given their hub in US history as a undeniable phenomenon in world happenings, as well as how the latter mentioned managed to smuggle a bomb into the Pentagon…
Most of the common consensus in hindsight, was a false optimism of accomplishment, and most were to counterproductive in their pride to acknowledge or perceive it; leading to the inevitably and invariably harsher, more nihilistic next generation of counterculture: the Art That Kills- Aesthetic Terrorist movement.
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| Art That Kills by George Petros is a book exploring this multi-decade group of creatives |
Likewise with much of the focus being on American soil tends to negate that in the other Western nations, similar trends sprouted. At that it lacks much of a perspective that is more realistic than the superficialities of American pipe dreams.
The Dutch Provo Movement was a short-existing blip in the broad genre of 60s cliques of activists, not terribly indistinguishable from most others except in the fact they did not adhere to a solid, grandiose vision of success. “Provo realizes that it will lose in the end.. Provo is an image,” an idea, as they wrote in their own literature, rather than a perpetual collected effort itself the movement is an archetypal ideal…
3. Awkwardly Applying
Ideas are interesting as they are ideas. Application is awkward; assimilation and adaptation are both neurotic in their own right.
“Are we demented or am I disturbed?The space that’s in between insane and insecure…Oh therapy can you please fill the void?Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?”— Green Day, Jesus Of Suburbia
Prior to the production of an actualized Broadway spectacle, the album American Idiot was already described as a ‘punk rock opera’ due to the nature of it being a concept record; telling the story of disenchanted, disenfranchised naïvety which ultimately concludes in the subsequent suicide of the St. Jimmy and banal seclusion of Whatsername.
All that to say the general idea can be summed up when Ghandi said his line about being the change you wish to see. Internal revolution in order for external. Personal is the only revolution which can be perceptual; that does not make it mighty by any innate means as it is so constant a tendency for humans to, “build it up just to burn it down,” and no one, if it were so, would leave the psychoanalysts chair, not even the analysts— then where would anyone be?
4. Bullet
Probably, albeit speculatively but intuitively, it’s likely we’d all bite the bullet.. in the Church of Euthanasia such would be an interpersonally personal revolution; their touted line being ‘Save The Planet, Kill Yourself!’ it’s equivalent to Christian sainthood almost even if atheistically. Tax exempt as an educational institution, Chris Korda’s aesthetic terrorist-posthuman church is a goldmine in the context of case studies in Terror Management Theory.
Ultimately their view is the Earth grows increasingly in population when already substantially overrun by a cancer-like organism which has enough awareness to ruin it not only for themselves but every other ecosystem on the sphere for fellow and future inhabitants. Similar to Darth Treya’s secret mission in Knights Of The Old Republic II to completely sever every living entities connection to the Force, the solution given by and in spite of surprisingly acknowledged futility and biological impracticality of voluntary human depopulation. Intuitively, it’s an unrealistic hypothesis. Even if an inevitable inheritance of extinction exists, given that suicide is ultimately the form of symbolic ego fulfillment in the mind of a caged creature; biology tends to override ideology in the end with its imperative to blatant forms of instantaneous annihilation, comforting as it may seem.
Collectively conscious mass simultaneous suicide isn’t completely crazy but it’s not a common denominator. The instances that can be poignantly used, while evident of many things, really seem to go to show groups of people whose psychology, like most anyone is prone to pathos and wind up exiting to Hale Bop like Heaven’s Gate as a byproduct. With that however even then permeates the Mortality Salience diagnosed by Terror Management theory; wherein, “conceptions of the supernatural world were probably in place around forty thousand years ago, with the advent of what anthropologists call the Upper Paleolithic Revolution, or the Creative Explosion. This era was marked by the simultaneous appearance of art, body adornments, burials and elaborate grave goods in many different societies… The concurrent emergence of material manifestations of supernatural beliefs and extraordinary technological advances is consistent with the notion that the sophisticated cognitive capacities associated with consciousness could serve our ancestors well but dressed in a supernatural universe in which death could be forestalled and ultimately transcended,” according to the book Worm At The Core, further purporting the death desire is absurdly based on a denial of the event nonetheless.
Jonestown in Guyana or a person jumping off a bridge, the ultimate differentiator is choice of beverages present or provided.
Suicide is in a way a social contagion though, an escapist egress based on the shortness of human lives concluded from illusory assumptions of characteristics. Revolution against the inevitably innate, “when it comes to efforts to transcend death, not much has changed in the last forty thousand years… many ingenious approaches to immortality have arisen. All serve the same purpose: to diminish existential dread by denying death is either inevitable or the end of one’s existence.”
5. Self-Esteem: Synonym of Ego
“Everybody wants to change the world, but no one wants to die”—My Chemical Romance, Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na)
Wisdom is limited to understanding of amalgamated perceived experience. Might is the futile attempts at making that matter, because if our ideas don’t have some intrinsic worth, surely neither do we.
“Then I wonder how much more I can spendWell I guess I should just stick up for myselfBut I really think it’s better this wayThe more you sufferThe more it shows you really care, right? Yeah[…]I may be dumb but I’m not a dweebI’m just a sucker with no self-esteem”— The Offspring, Self-Esteem
Explanations regarding the concept of Mortality Salience often prefer to substitute the simple, yet vastly complex word of ‘ego’ for the less self-aggrandizing perception of the two-termed phrase of ‘self-esteem’
Self-esteem is a way of gauging neuroticism in regards to ego, rather than a completely equivalent synonym.
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6. Application in Awkwardness
Whether I’m more or less neurotic is unclear; what is, is it is a label and idea which is utilized as a way of broadly encompassing various queries about the human condition. It is a thought experiment for thought experiments and lasts as long as the questions in relation to the experiences of being Neurotically Nihilistic do, if they ever should truly subside.
Observed, not answered.
Intuition, not default definition.
The thesis encompassing Neurotic Nihilism, “what’s a good Nietzschean without Neurotic Nihilism?”
Neurotic meaning, according to the New Webster Medical Dictionary, “one who has a neurosis or behavior suggests having one,” and with that; Neurosis implying, “a functional nervous or emotional disorder, less serious than a psychosis, marked by severe anxiety, depression and the like, without any apparent physical origin.”
Nihilism from the Latin Nihil meaning nothing, literally and metaphorically. Prescribed somewhat contradictingly as the “belief in nothing,” whereas it would be more of a neurotic agnosticism.
Understanding myself as well as in the current present possible; I know that I embody the definition of a living neurosis walking nihilistically through existence. Synonym to this would be a better understood phrase of ‘mentally fucked’— The Body Keeps The Score but as Anakin Skywalker said in the opening scene of Revenge Of The Sith, and echoed by Rusty Cage for his Family-Friendly Noose Song, “this is where the fun begins!”
Manic, depressive, passively suicidal or just listening to music it’s an experience which can be dissected and will, as a way to understand and evolve from neurosis while simultaneously, unconsciously, growing it to and with each circumstance.
I am skeptical to a redundantly reductive extent that ensures neuroticism. Not a curse or a blessing, nor is it atypical or too queer of a thing, even if in isolation it gets maniacally grandiose at times; in spite of that hell, to paraphrase Dostoevsky, it’s preferable to the many masks employed by those mysterious mirroring entities of external consciousness.
7. A Short History of Decay & A Fucked Brain
“History confirms skepticism; yet it is and lives only by trampling over it; no event arises out of doubt, but all considerations of events lead to it and justify it.” anti-philosopher Emil Cioran explored in his potent pull of a book A Short History of Decay.
Cioran’s book is akin to Nietzsche’s Human, All Too Human but with a more invocative (as in invocation, like a mystical rite) quality that likens it more to the poetic polemics found in the infamous Ragnar Redbeard’s tome Might Is Right. Less like the latter as it’s not a lyrical lambast, it’s a deconstructing diatribe in the same lineage. Not attempting sagedom in its prose moreso the banal comedic horror of the idea nothing truly matters at the end of it all.
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If I burned all my writings and destroyed all recordings I’ve made, disappearing to whatever end, it would be all to easy to simply sign my name in A Short History of Decay and have it serve as a posthumous note. Not so much an argument, “not a life sentence, but a death-dream” for none of it. Nothing.
But, egotiscially, those aren’t my words or works and introspective inspiration they may have, they are mere tools made by other fools.
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Ironic
Idiotic
Septic symphony.
Not pity just a vibrating scream;
Something new to mean—
Misery is exclusive to me!
Sleuthing is suffering,
Traveling ends in cadaver skin flaking
All a mess, longing
Ethos imitation
Serotonin blows and superstition sews—
Why even watch a show?
Days go and worms only grow
19 out of 25 years and an imagined hundred to go.
Solipsistic,
It’s near impossible to tell friend from foe
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