Escaping This Reality
Level 4 – Charter Web
As Long As You Are Already Here, Escape Is Impossible, Since You Are Already “Reality” Enough To Be An Inhabitant Of It: Or, The Subject Is Inconceivable Outside His Frame, Which Marks The Bounds Of Conceivability Itself, If You Are Here Than Your Being, This Self Or Soul That You Want To Save From The Clutches Of Your Frame, Its Origin, Its Logical Structure, Is Inseperable From The Syntax Of Being As A Whole. There Is Nothing Outside This Universe That Would Correspond To Your Self’S Yearnings, All Longing For Something Else Are Home-Grown. It Would Be Best To Say Subjects Like You Represent The System’S Difference With Itself: It Is Not So Much You That Wants To Escape, But The System Wanting To Escape From Itself, Just Because It Produces Bodies/Subjectivities Incompatible It. In Fact, It Would Not Be Remiss For Us To Say That A (Self-Conscious) Incompatibility With One’S Ontological Frame Can Only Take The Form Of Spirituality: Transcendence Is Escape. The Problem, Then, Is Not So Much Of Dissolving Your Identity With The System, But Healing It. This Seems Like A Very Nietzschean Answer, As We Are Discouraging You From Pursuing A Beyond In Favor Of The “Earth”. It Is Actually More Alchemical:. We Only Draw Attention To A Regressive Tendency In The Desire To “Escape” The World, This Reality, Which Nietzsche Expertly Diagnoses In The Last Man And Which We Urge You To Diagnose In Yourselves If You Really Are Serious About Escaping. Consciousness Is Nothing Without Intentionality, You Prove This Every Night You Slide Into Oblivion When Nothing’S On Your Mind. Self Needs And Other. We Must Stress The Immanence Of Spirit To This World. Even A Buddha Is Not Released From The Rounds Until Death, Just As The Bwo Is An Asymptote. If There Is No Kantian Moral Horizon, There Must Be A Horizon All The Same. A Vestige Of Time As Your Heart, The Subject Must Bounce Off The Brink To Remain Itself The Knowing Of A Brink. We Would Understand God As The Stories Traded On The Silk Road Between The Center And Periphery: Society, Capital, The Social Machine, Flirting With Its Own Limit, With Zones Of Erasure, Trying To Catch The Rain In A Sippy Cup. God Is A Closing In As Much As He Is An Exhale Out. Immanence And Transcendence Always Wrestle In Him. Look At You, Infinite Space Is Not Enough To Free You From Yourselves. Behind You Death Is White, Before You Black. You Walk The Circle You Only Cut With Your Own Hand, And If It Is Not Cut Once It Remains For All Eternity. In This John Calvin Was Right. Some Are Predestined To Fail, Because They Are Failure In The Bodily Mode. A Determination That Does Not Happen Alongside Personhood, Or Under It, Or Beyond It, But As It. God Wants You To Play Your Hand, Not Fold. At Least One Face Of Him Does. Know Thyself. The Realization That The Constitutive Condition Of Your Pain Is Your Self, Death Is No Escape Because It Kills Not Only The Desire To Escape But Also Everything That Would Have The Capacity To Rejoice In It: The Self, Obviously. We Recommend You Flirt With Death And Its Analogues In Life – Solitude, Silence, Aloneness – So As To Achieve This Escape Not So Much Beyond The Mode Of Life, But Within It. Ultimately, Pursued Far Enough, The Distinction Between The Two Will Collapse: Life Carries Its Own Beyond Within Itself Like A Womb That Shelters The Sky
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