Posts by Samuel Robinson41

I’ve been diagnosed with F25. Currently, I’m getting a 50 mg Haldol injection once a month—tablets just don't do anything for me. To be honest, this Haldol has completely gutted my inner world. It feels worse than those years when I was taking 25 mg of Constant every two weeks. I’m depressed, listless, and sleeping constantly... I’ve been a writer for years, but now my imagination is just gone; everything I put down on paper is garbage. My psychiatrist claims the Haldol blocks dopamine—which I suppose makes sense—but I’m really not liking it. Especially since, without the meds, I actually feel okay. I just might not be quite so "agreeable" to everyone else. Anyone have experience with Haldol?

swiftcobra15 said:

- One must overcome being a Faustian puppet dancing for Satan,
to play this essential game across both sides of space and time
between immortality and decay, spirit and dust, endlessly suspended
upon a cosmic cross where, amidst the blinding glare
of eternal cosmic fire and beneath the depths of sonic waves,
the harmony of the spheres dwells in profound silence and mystery,
utterly indifferent to all, an indestructible force,
the forever unborn heart of the world rose.

😍 You guys have dragged me into this! Now I can't find "metamorphosis metaphysics" anywhere in New York City (is that even one of theirs?), and honestly, I feel like I'd have better luck finding a first edition in some dusty old used bookstore...

steelridge58 said:What we're talking about here is the ego's desire to be right, which, if you think about it, is qualitatively different from the actual feeling of truth—truth is something much quieter, more subtle, and it doesn't feel the need to compete, prove itself, or win an argument...

It strikes me that in your opening post, regarding the question of whether we are doomed to feel truth rather than conclude it, you might be conflating the sense of truth with the mere fear of being wrong, which aren't quite the same thing...
The feeling of truth accompanies a conclusion like a key fits a lock (they just click together to open the door), whereas that desperate urge to be right—where the primary goal is just to show others they're wrong—works differently... it’s more like stubbornly trying to shove a key you think is better into a lock that someone else is already using.

volver, that was beautifully put! 🙂

But what does being "right" or "wrong" even mean here? Is it just some immature way of defending our stances? Logical reasoning, over-analyzing, or competing to see who has the most sophisticated vocabulary? Maybe constant self-reflection and searching will allow us to actually recognize truths. Openness. Like using tracing paper to constantly map one truth onto another template. An honest intuition should always let us distinguish right from wrong. Should I have to prove that I don't believe in philosophy—or at least that I remain skeptical?

If we are indeed condemned to the feeling of truth rather than its cold conclusion—well, then maybe that's a good thing!

If you think about it, most poets are actually addressing that universal, common essence within every living soul—something cosmopolitan, really. That doesn't mean they can't be nationalists, too—you know, having a deep love for one's own country. I don't see how those two things could possibly contradict each other. And a philosopher... well, isn't that just someone who thinks, someone who asks the hard questions?

MAN'S TEAR

When I weep
it isn't truly me—
it is the weeping through me
of Man's
eternal sorrow
The tear is mine, yes,
but the pain—belongs to Man.

Antonio Gedeao

Did I miss something? 😕

Nicole Castillo11 said:Interesting turn of events. Can we get more on these nomads and their value system? What kind of people are we talking about here? Like those from Zahir by Paul Coelho? 🙂

The other alternative would be Nazism, which is equally alluring. But then comes that awkward question of who will stay smart and maintain a "pure race" when everyone else grows old...

The dilemma is actually quite pathetic; it highlights how impossible idealism truly is. 😢
Still, we cling to our tiny scrap of an imaginary "Brave New World"—our idealism, our philosophy, our madness.

Isn't that a bit nihilistic?

Not as long as there's hope in that tiny scrap. It’s nihilistic to believe everything at a buffet is equally good, but we all know that isn't true. We can try to comfort ourselves with poor choices, terrified by the fact that things could always be better or much worse.

I’m not sure about Coelho—I was thinking more along the lines of the Tuareg or the Gypsies; wanderers without a homeland, though I suppose there's that romanticized notion of them rejecting materialism and everything superfluous...

We can afford to talk big about cosmopolitanism because we’ve supposedly "evolved" past mere materialism. It's easy to preach. But take some laborer dying of thirst in the brutal heat of Dubai—someone without plumbing or any basic amenities—who is out there building the infrastructure for some glittering metropolis. He doesn't give a damn about cosmopolitanism; if anything, he might be slightly more concerned with nationalism. He belongs to a "superior race" without which he wouldn't be so miserable—or rather, without whom those wealthy cosmopolitans couldn't be so pathetic. Honestly, I'm embarrassed by us. The cosmopolitan community of global philosophers... yeah, right. Proletarians of all countries, unite!🤮

I was recently presented with a choice between two paths—one involving nomads, who have always fascinated me, though I’ve been written off by them because they claim I lack the tolerance they supposedly possess in spades. The other option would be Nazism, which is equally alluring in its own twisted way. But then I hit a snag with an uncomfortable retort: if we stay this brilliant and this "pure," who will be left to stay young once everyone else grows old?

The whole dilemma is honestly pathetic—it just goes to show how impossible idealism really is. 😢
Still, I suppose we cling to those tiny fragments of our imaginary "Brave New World"—our idealism, our philosophy, our madness.

Isn't that all just a bit nihilistic?