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Herr Hentrich is a genius lost to world philosophy. He has been persecuted for decades by the society.He has been persecuted relentless,compared to his life ,Schopenhauer’s was positively charmed.

A true genius. And never mind what the society thinks of him. In time, others who appreciate truth & philosophy will find him & his work. Till then he shall remain  an unsung hero. There will come a time when he will be recognized as a far more profound philosopher/thinker than Nietzsche ever was.

The intensity with which the dark forces have tried to suppress Herr Hentrich only testify to the inscrutability of his genius.Perhaps brilliance is a better word.
And if his life is deemed to be an utter failure,then such failure is far better & nobler than success.

The truly great philosopher isn't born- he is made ,like Herr Hentrich. By pain and by suffering. It's lonely. Ask anyone. Ask Schopenhauer. Ask Cioran. Fate is cruel. No man can be a great thinker without disaster befalling.

Herr Hentrich is younger than Schopenhauer was when he died, but in his short life he has achieved, without doubt, the mythic glory of his predecessor Schopenhauer. And more.
He is like Schopenhauer in that he is cursed by his greatness.
Back in 2014 when , unbeknownst ,to me “Will”,the lord of this world, had drawn me close to a floozy who ,in my delusion, I reckoned to be Madonna ,Herr Hentrich was the one who pulled me out from the quagmire of muck & mud. In essence, this is what is said:

You don't like the earthly misery, do you? It's like a dark spirit coming up to get you. But you see? It's just a trick of Will, the God of Lust & Romantic Love. I'll show you how to outwit IT. You and me, together.

And he did. He did show me how to outwit it. I owe it all to him.To his genius, his brilliance.




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Re: Sundial in the Shade
« Reply #1 on: June 05, 2018, 10:23:18 am »
There is no denying that in the Art of Outwitting the Conspiracy Against the Human Race, one must employ the ancient tactic of spilling the seed on the ground or down the drain ...

In other words, it is doubtful that one could outwit this contrivance of horror without becoming a skilled Onanist.


Onan (Biblical character)

 In the Book of Genesis Onan was commanded by his father to impregnate the widow of his slain brother and to raise the offspring of the union. In order to avoid raising descendants for his late brother, however, Onan engaged in coitus interruptus.

Perhaps this minor detail will appear vulgar to the chaste or prudish who would want to paint a picture of some kind of mystical magician who had mastered a kind of Way of Life which might be codified into a religious cult like the early Hebrew "Christians" or the followers of a certain Siddhartha.     Even our very own Arthur Schopenhauer, the Great Buddha of Berlin,  who wrote clearly about our predicament without stooping to relying solely on parables , was not spared from this tendency we have to form some kind of cult in an attempt to follow a rare incarnation of Man … or what we might imagine to be some kind of "Lord" or "Spiritual Master" - A Dancing Wu Li Master?


I am nothing of the sort, but if I were to attempt to outshine my greatest Teacher, I certainly could not hold a candle to Schopenhauer as a writer nor as a thinker.  My only chance is to surpass his level of honesty; and this should be quite an easy feat for me since I have no desire to make any mark in literature.   I simply have to continue to speak the truth (as I perceive it) whether drunk or sober.  I have learned from Schopenhauer to speak, or at least write, honestly about such things which are common to all - such as orgasms.



So, as for this dirty little practice of coitus interruptus, I had taken this a step further and used this tactic well before an actual physical encounter would form.   It is also an intelligent way to employ an overactive imagination.



I know this is an activity/practice which had been used as a hammer to mock poor Nietzsche (whose writings I had never been too crazy about never being able to figure out what the big deal was about him).  We all have read about how Nietzsche's psychiatrist or doctor had informed the musician Wagner that Friedrich was a chronic mast-ur-bator [excuse my attempts to outwit the NetNanny Big Sister Software, Incorporated,  which censors our writings automatically and without thought - that is, stupidly].  It's not like I do it every day, but once in awhile I succumb, and I have to say, it does relieve some built-up tensions.  We have to understand that we are born as these creatures and there is no shame in outwitting the Stupid Machinery of Our Bodies.


To spare such sophomoric idiocy, I will say outright, without shame, that this coitus interruptus played a huge part in my having been able to "outwit" the Puppet Master.  We are talking about ending this absurd comedy of human reproduction, and the only way to do so is to cease bringing babies into the world.  Plain and simple, but far from even possible.

It is not likley to do the trick, but there is no other way.  I do not condone total annihilation via some kind of man-made devices.   No, that is a very clumsy way to go about it.   Just stand back and detach.  It's all you can do.   Who was it who promoted the idea of Total Destruction?  Was it Van Hartmann?   No, instead, the species ought to jerk itself off into extinction, and let the other mutants figure their own ways out!   :D


Eventuallly, the comedy will end of its own accord, but it is interesting to be one of the "individual specimen creatures" who is able to put two and two together and finds a way to elude the traps set by Mother Nature and reinforced by society. 

It is an extremely anti-nationalistic stance to take since the patriots are always going on and on about Family and preserving La Raza and all that shiit.

One really has to develop a taste for walking alone, dying alone, and not attaching too much importance on the fate of our species.


 I do not say that I go out of my way to practice this, nor do I promote "po rn -og- rophy.   I am simply stating that I had become skilled at pleasuring myself in this manner, and I say it with enough light-heartedness in an attempt to align myself with the likes of the fictional Ignatius Reilly in Toole's great little novel of dark comedy he wrote long before his methodical and calculated suicide.


Mathematics and Computational Computer Programming

Of course, once one has committed oneself to the idea of transforming into a kind of unnatural eunuch, there will arise the problem of how to go about getting through this life on a day to day basis.  It will be tempting to many to take to drink or become a self-ordained Rastafarian.  Whatever gets you through your days, I suppose; but I have gone down that path and it can lead to serious complications such as spending money on your "head" which would be better spent on beans and spinach.


For me, a total devotion to studying fundamental mathematics complemented by becoming familiar with some kind of programming, in my case, C/C++ and Python, exploring the capabilities of computer algebra systems like Sage and SymPy, may stimulate your brain enough to have some glorious moments, but mostly will serve to occupy your mind and allow you to develop a rich inner life as a solitary creature.


In other words, its not all doom and gloom.


For, even as it is better that the world had not come into existence in the first place, now that it is here, one might as well investigate some of the finer things to come out of this insane experiment.


An idea that is beginning to gel with me as I mature is that, if one happens to develop a spontaneous wish and a compassionate mind to benefit sentient beings, there are various ways this might manifest.   In the realm of mathematics, it is not necessary to be on par with Gauss, Leibneiz, Newton, Aryabhata,  Ramanujan, or Chandrasekhar.   If my aim is to be of some assistance to those who will have a similar grade of will, who may be limited, as I am, to being a lifelong mathematical hobbyist, then this I can surely handle in a calm and humble manner.

I find it suits me to live as a kind of math monk leaving some important notes for teenagers of the future - and for aging Steppenwolves who get the bug for mathematics later in life after they have been released from bondage and servitude, who only wish to live out their days enjoying the development of their higher mental faculties.

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While it is quite true that you have been perversely persecuted & badly treated by you "own people",that fact is that you & your ideas remains-silent guardian,a watchful protector for everyone who knows you & your ideas.

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Re: Sundial in the Shade
« Reply #3 on: June 06, 2018, 12:28:15 pm »
I will not make too great a deal about my so-called "persecutions".  We know that the experts, professionals, and salaried government clerks and officials would be all too quick to mock this as a "persecution complex."   As a teenager, I suspected I had a "Messiah complex".   How can anyone escape "nervous illness" upon being born into the age of psychiatric diagnoses and commercialized psychology?

One benefit about "aging" (not succumbing to suicide or drug overdose at a young age) is that, as this body and brain age, I come to accept myself more, embracing my strengths and not being all too concerned about not measuring up to the brilliant and gifted minds.

I had to get over the resentment of those far more clever than myself in order to proceed with my studies of mathematics in an honest and realistic manner.

I am no mathematical genius.  I am not a genius at all, and, quite honestly, I am not comfortable with being referred to as such, even when the one referring to me in this manner is sincere.  There are those who are fluent in several languages at a young age.  I am not one of these.  I just happen to be an honest and slow thinker, and I think that this is what appeals to you.  This is the quality you define as brilliance.

Holden, I am a mortal man with a slight edge over mediocre minds.  I am far closer to the average intelligence than I am to the "genius category". 

Now, having said that, I must also inject a little of what you term "my brilliance".

I do not automatically defer to the authority of those who speak several languages fluently, nor do I defer to the authority of "great mathematicians" who explain things with a wave of their hands or use confusing and obscure symbols only to leave me baffled.

I have much more appreciation for anyone who is able to explain something difficult to me, and I consider my own efforts to show all my work, every little detail in the computational process, to be in some sense "heroic".

What I mean to say is, I do not carry around huge resentments against the Confederacy of Dunces who do not know any better than to serve their masters, live for the image they make in the heads of others, and mock or persecute those whose thoughts they do not understand.   They kill what they fear.  They mock and ridicule.

Fuuck 'em.

If you write anything about me and my so-called "story," please do not make me out to be a saint or a genius.

Like so many others, I am baffled by the simplest of quandaries, and it does not take much to overwhelm me.

This is why I insist that I be able to study slowly in developing confidence since I have my suspicions that a great many institutions of higher education make a sham of mathematical understanding.   There seems to be this force compelling individuals to go higher and higher before they have any true understanding of more fundamental areas.    I can't help but think so many are full of shiit.


So, I do not want to be one those who are full of shiit, you see?

I would much rather present myself as honestly and sincerely as possible.  This is not false modesty.  I understand that I am brighter than the average gort.  I do not deny this.  I just want to make it clear that I am not suffering from any delusions of grandeur (grandiosity?) or meglomania ...  ;)

Still, after insisting I not be referred to as a genius, I will state that I value my own limited understanding (of math) more than I value that of some super-genius since my understanding is my own and it has been slowly developing.   It is not something that just "came to me".  There is no God who whispers numbers and patterns into my brain.

I think that, once again, our favorite philosophical comedian captures the spirit of what I am awkwardly fumbling to say.   I may not be a genius, but I am definitely not stupid.   And I may babble on and write my share of nonsense, but I really hope that I am never "full of shiit" (I shiit regularly).

On the other hand, I may indeed lean strongly in the direction of being "fuucking nuts!"

 :P

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Often I reach a point during the day when I simply can no longer take myself seriously and must surrender to The Great Tiredness; that is, I follow Senor Raul's wisdom and roll over like a beast and nap.   :-\

Incidentally, this is often the only recourse at one's disposal when confined in a jail or hospital, and it just may be the wisest thing to do when caught in the grip of a bad case of the doldrums when nothing really seems to matter and all we do seems to be in vain.
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« Reply #4 on: June 07, 2018, 02:58:56 pm »
I had written, "It is not something that just came to me.  There is no God who whispers numbers and patterns into my brain."

Since the human brain is not something I can take personal responsibility for having created, however this chaotic, pain-inducing, pleasure-seeking, and in many ways, "awesomely mysterious" organ has come into existence, I guess it doesn't matter whether one believes some supernatural entity is causing the understanding to take place, or some unexplainable neural networks making connections while the consious mind sleeps.   

All I meant is that I only seem to be able to muster undertanding by brute force, by going over and over in my mind's eye a concept.  So very often it is through the process of creating a console based command-line program that I am forced to understand the dirty little details of an algorithm or method.   Then, as if by magic, I am better able to solve similar problems by hand.

Writing the code forces me to pick apart the proofs of the theorems which become inplemented as they directly manifest in the code.

Needless to say, the entire process, although it may apear to be drudgery, anxiety-producing and frustration-inducing, is far more deeply satisfying than any all-nighter chasing crack co-caine.  I have great compassion for the poor souls caught in the grip of such a trap, whether they have acces to money or whether someone gives them the shiit for free - as a way to keep them in psychological chains or to reveal to them the terrible agony a human brain can endure when helplessly chasing eternal satisfaction.

I can honesly say that the culmination of these efforts must once in awhile release dopamines or whatever the hell it is that feels like "pleasure" to the brain.

I call it mental stimulation, and I cannot overestimate the benefits to my mental health and as a very tangible and practical way to help one get through a life not worth living.

The high lasts longer than street drugs, and there is even the unavoidable misery to be expected along the way --- very similar to chasing the chemical fix.

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Re: Sundial in the Shade
« Reply #5 on: June 12, 2018, 06:24:20 pm »
The main thing I wish to point out about mast...bation as a strategy used to outwit the biological drives which are responsible for procreation is this:  One need not view oneself as a sexual pervert if this has been one's main outlet for the release of sexual energy. If one engaged in such an act even only once in a blue moon, even if the act only lasted at most five minutes, it is a great reminder of one's animality --- and there really is a sense of taking matters into one's own hands.   

Myself, I have lost interest in the practice for the most part as my sex drive is surely diminishing due to my general lack of "lust for life."   There is no way to really discuss this publically since it stirs up many phobias and nobody wants to be viewed as some kind of pervert.

I had only mentioned it recently in retrospect, when it was mentioned that I had outwitted Nature somehow.   

As Simon Grim stated in the film, Henry Fool, "The world is full of ****."

I understand why I isolate and have no regrets about not being close to any relatives.

Relationships with others are over-rated, and we can only be truly ourselves when alone.

I may return to writing mostly "notes to myself".
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To the inhumaness of the "diabolical powers," there is the answer of a becoming-animal: to become a beetle, to become a dog, to become an ape, "head over heels and away," rather than lowering one's head and remaining a bureaucrat, inspector, judge, or judged. All children build or feel these sorts of escapes, these acts of becoming-animal.

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