I was thinking about this dismal worldview we are promoting here. Are you alright with the idea of living without hope? You say you get something out of the things I write, so you certainly have the capacity to accept such a worldview without resorting to the usual tactics of trying to "save" me or suggest positive thinking.
Please don't think I am encouraging you to be miserable. I am only encouraging you to remain mentally strong and courageous enough to allow yourself to experience a sense of life's futility without being overwhelmed by it. Part of being sane, is being a little crazy.
If sanity depends on unwillingness to understand, it is madness to have a realistic sense of what is actually going on. Acknowledging certain things that are going on around you might drive you mad. Maybe going mad is actual sanity, where we are able to experience and express exactly how we genuinely think and feel, whereas society's definition of sanity is simply "equilibrium" and a sense of well-being.
I have to say, Holden Caulfield, the fact that you are interested in listening to what I have to say is one of the brighter aspects of my daily life at the moment. Even in my teenage years I was philosophical. I would be accused of being "too deep," and asked to "lighten up". It's always surprised me how few people want to think too deeply.
In his book, Steppenwolf, which is considered autobiographical fiction, on the copy I read before I reached the age of 20, Hermann Hesse gives a stern warning in the introduction that he did not want the book to get into the hands of the youth, that they might misinterpret it and think he was advocating for the destruction of civilization, when, he says, he is telling the story from the perspective of a man nearing the age of 50. I don't see myself as a man nearing the age of 50, which is why being addressed as "Mr. H" was kind of awkward ... but, now, thanks to you, I have experienced some kind of breakthrough. I guess I have "come of age" in the sense that I have become the Steppenwolf I read about as a teenager.
Bildung - Difficult to translate, in essence it refers to the inner development of the individual, a process of fulfillment through education and knowledge, an amalgam of wisdom and self-realization.
I was heading deeper and deeper in this direction throughout my life.
I will say this, while my characteristics are not economically valuable in normal society, having a deeply philosophical mind is appreciated in some of this world's "punishment centers". I mean, I have engaged in some heavy conversations in the county jail and even psychiatric "treatment centers". So, while the corporate world does not encourage deep thinking, but obedience to the group mind, in the midst of the disaster that is this life, you may find like-minded individuals in the most unexpected places. There are those who are actually interested in these kinds of conversations.
No writer writes out of having found the answer to the problem; he writes rather out of his having the problem and wanting a solution. The solution consists not of a resolution. It consists of the deeper and wider dimension of consciousness to which the writer is carried by virtue of his wrestling with the problem.
It's funny, I seem to write out of having a problem and wanting to be alright with the fact that there is no solution. Isn't part of the arrogance of humanism that our species seems to think that all problems are soluble? Maybe what I am looking for is a certain degree of "mental and emotional power" to help me get through this life, knowing that countless others have endured it.
That's what I mean when I say I don't mind being miserable. I don't want to think I have to snap out of it ... but to be able to deal with it without projecting it onto imaginary enemies.
Amazingly, becoming comfortable in misery relieves the misery slightly.
An analogy might be a dark cave, not Plato's cave ... a different one. Suppose one were to panic in the dark. This could be horrifying. The imagination could have one running into the walls, breaking one's bones or poking an eyeball out, which would make the situation considerably worse. It would be better to crawl like an infant and adjust to being blind as calmly as possible.
That's what I am trying to do. I want to face the possibility that life is a horrific disaster and take a deep breath, and forge ahead ... cautiously.