At a certain age, as a child, I considered the possibility of befriending the "evil monsters" in my nightmares. If only I merged with this One, I would no longer fear it.
The hunted becomes the hunter?
Holden, I do not mean to belittle the imagery in the film, the Exorcist. The film had a deep impact on me, but much of it was of a comical nature. No, the real "evil" may be rooted in a rage within, an enormous well of anger and collective frustration.
I have found that giving "the noodles in your head" (Captain Howdy?) something to tinker with, it may find some solace. Kill, eat, kill, eat, is what we are programmed to do. We and all animal life are radical evil. Plant life also has this creepy-crawling roots sucking water, growing nature ...
We are all creeps. I wake up agitated and somewhat WEIRD every morning. No amount of religion or "spiritual practice" will make my encounter with consciousness any less disturbing.
Strong espresso coffee helps. Lots of cheap pipe tobacco which I roll into funky little cigarettes.
I think you will be OK Holden. There is only One. We are this thing, whatever it is. You want to bark? You want to growl?
Give the demons some mathematics to study, something specific.
While Schopenhauer sneered at computing, stating correctly that machines could be programmed to deal with such drudgery, there is a certain challenge to the intellect to develop an understanding of the interface between human and machine, and there is some fascinating mathematics and semantics involved.
Sometimes I may be most evil when I simply acclimate myself to the overall pointlessness of existence and devote my energies to staring this truth down every morning I wake up. I would like to become more and more evil, if evil means understanding a little more.
I want to become more evil so as not to be mocked, taken advantage of, disrespected.
Is this true? I am just talking nonsense in our private little "Yard Out" Jailhouse style university of 5 or 6.
I felt obligated to inject this peculiar suggestion, that we need not fear all evil is barking, blind, and in a rage. Maybe evil is not what we think it is, and perhaps evil is not all bad.
Hmmm? What am I saying? My apologies if any of my nonsense is offensive. Holden has given me so much lee-way (?) that my free-style psychobabble sometimes reveals glitches in our languages. How I do love philosophy! I could not survive the mornings without it.
The creature will fight to find time to study programming and looks forward to stumbling upon something having to do with mathematics. May I take courage and use a sharpened pencil as a weapon if I must. I prefer to communicate with "the species" via words and symbols. I don't care for us up close and in my face.
May our message board continue to be fertile ground for our own nonsense.
Again, I do not wish to discourage the exploration of radical evil. I am only wondering if maybe evil has gotten a bad rap over the years, and that maybe Nietzsche was on to something when he suspected we have been domesticated into unrecognizable animals from what we were.
The thing is, we are all freaks. Some are closer to the animal-fertility essence (where the universe is orgasm), whereas others may be drawn more to the abstract mental universe of mathematics and philosophy. To each its own ...
You don't need an excorsim, Raegen, just a better math book.
"Captain Howdy!"
I am more overwhelmed by the misery of having to eat food in order to sustain animal existence. This constant redundant cycle oozes misery to its core. No wonder the larger picture, the so-called objective Natural World appears to be such a monstrosity. It's a bloody graveyard. The sun rises on gruesome reality.
When you were a child, had you ever "hated" your parents? Do you think there might be more than a little resentment towards them for being the vehicles of your present incarnation?
I prefer to innocently investigate my true feelings so that I might come to know some peace before I die, to see it for what it is, no more, no less.
I love to study, but as we all know, as Silenus reminds us, all our "projects" are dependent upon sustaining our animal bodies, which are dependent upon birds and the bees doing their nasty things to flowers, which many find to be "wondrous" and "magical," and a few find to be weird, creepy, alien ...
Such are the burdens even a handful of simple men like us carry on our shoulders while pondering what on earth shall we do with ourselves but continue to eat ... eggs, bread ...
In a real sense, since I have access to electricity and water, I am insulated from the true nature of my reality by this gargantuan apparatus which I have very little comprehension of. Yes, we are all quite mystified by the technologies we depend upon.
It is humbling to investigate and try to understand what we can.
We have access to more information than kings of old. While life is a miserable experience, ending in utter humiliation, degradation, or horror most often, there is a certain type of man or woman who might be drawn to numbers, number theory, arithmetic, algebra, etc ... in older times who would be in awe of the algorithm-oriented programming methods flying around the stratosphere these days ...
A poor man would be wise to spend his life studying these technical wonders, and let the so-called wealthy businessmen go to war over the price of slave-factory produced sneakers and smart-phones-for-dumb-suckers.
It is the Power of Mathematics which compels you! (Ibra?)
The demon is a liar. It will lie to confuse you.
We are human animals, and it sure isn't easy to be such a creature. This awareness alone might produce compassion for our fellow-sufferers-in-the-chains-of-biological-necessity, but, more often than not, we are too overwhelmed with anxiety-fear-worry-drama to allow ourselves this luxury. In reality, it is difficult to even share a tomato or two. Part of me wants to just turn them into sauce and share very little with others.
This is part of my nature that made "using street drugs" so problematic. I would become ashamed of my own "greed."
This monster is wired into the fiber of our being. Speaking in poetic terms, there's a good chance we are all "in there" with Reagen.
Where my take differs from Hollywood's is that this poor devil is to be pitied, not feared. Feel the innermost misery and agony of eon after eon of rebirths. Cut the formalities and just groan as Cioran suggests.
I groan often. Is one considered evil just for acknowledging how it actually feels to be the creature one is? Is one obliged to sugar-coat it?