Madness: a form of love

Since human beings are fundamentally the same in so many ways - while their manifestations vary, their potential is undoubtedly alike and they all share the same basic faculty for consciousness, pain and pleasure which gives them their moral significance - trying to restrict your love to just a selection of human beings rather than all of humanity is utterly illogical, and only demonstrates one's detachment from reality and his or her own inability for true objective evaluation itself. That being said, when people love only their family, tribe, nation, etc., in reality they are usually loving the whole of mankind through them. What I mean by this is that their seemingly parochial love is actually a Darwinian mechanism which connects them to the species as a whole; when they love their tribe over others, what they are really doing is loving the process of natural competitive selection which has been proven to advance the species as a whole. Realizing that their own tribe has just as...

"One of the main aims of philosophy - if not THE aim -, as I understand it, is to correctly and adequately grasp one's own identity, inter-relationship and ultimately one's best policy/ 'God-given mission' in relation towards the concentrically outward stacked domains of self, family, friends and locale, country, planet, and Universe, with an emphasize on and understanding that it is the first and the penultimate categories of this series which are most definitive and most important. It is only by doing this that one comes into one's full humanity, since it is only by this way one realizes one's destiny as a valuable, meaningful and conscious agent of that great brotherhood. Though this, as I say, is the aim, very, very few fully attain it. Fortunately, there is a shorter and easier interim method. Though very few of us can consciously grasp the Whole in all its infinite complexity, we each have an instinctive emotional attitude towards it, together ...

The Scapegoat A primitive tribal superstition... A mad mob craving a target for its rage.... A hive mind trapped in fear and ugliness... Sacred refugee cast out amidst the desert; Inner fugitive from the pitiless public glare. The part that we throw-away and desert; The forbidden side we don't dare to share. Lucky victim of persecution and cruel hurt, The innocent child on the sacrificial stair. Watchful critic who is just too alert, Bringer of tidings we just cannot bear. ....If He could rise... ...Then so can the outcast in us... The custom that deigns to be an "ought", But that is really the most of all unfair.  The way people just do as they're taught... Doing Wrong without so much as a care. ...If our bad habits lose their grip on us... ...Divine once more we will be... So much pain by ignorance is wrought, So unhappy and guilty we are reared, Put your past at last behind you, martyr of Greed,  martyr of Lust, martyr of Ignorance, And shed for him, O you mart...

I do see political awareness as extremely closely entwined with individuation. It is only by becoming aware of the relationships of subjugation and domination in which one is intimately entwined that one attains to a true moral conception of one's significance and capacity for action, not to mention one's true existential, epicurean, and honorific state, i.e. the true prognosis of threats to spiritual and especially physica l survival, which re-engage our basic awareness, fear, and capacity to control within certain limits our own mortality, a long with the ability for pleasure and self-determination through sovereignty and satisfaction of the will. In a world in which most basic appetites are already taken care of, the political realm assumes essential significance to give continued, undeniable and urgent meaning to life in light of the struggle for dignity which it brings to the fore. Without it, life has little or no apparent aim, and many of us sink silently into state of ...

Racism, at least in its more extreme forms if they ever were again to come to the boil, is undoubtedly a great stymie to the kind of multi-plural, tolerant, exotic and global humanity most of us would like to see today. The intense hatred directed at people who are perceived as 'racist' nowadays (even if it is only of the mildest sort, such as merely using a non-P.C. word), however, in its sheer nastiness reveals that it can only be the product of a fundamental self-hatred. Such tribalism runs deep in all of us - it is how we evolved, a type of 'kin selection' - and It is as if these self-proclaimed 'social justice warriors' are so angry that they are not allowed or able to express their own fundamental racial prejudices that they attack anyone who does from sheer unbridled, unmitigated envy. In their resorting to such malicious attacks, they are appealing to their victims lowest instincts - simply to change their utterances out of social or physical intimidatio...

If life is a joke, and death is the punchline,  Man is the gag of Being; An ape who fancies himself a God,  Bringing hilarity to the latter... Longing for eternity, slave to infirmity... Just when he thinks he's got it all sorted... KABOOM!  (....With a silk handkerchief tied around his gruesome appetites...) * "Man is the poem of Being" - Martin Heidegger  

"I hereby swear to do no harm."; This old ruse still works a charm! Drug 'em up and lock 'em behind sealed doors... But only if they're insured ! Suppress the symptom, Make the root problem grow ever more profitable. : ) Side-effects galore, Only mean we earn more! : ) Our private oath and motto: "No choice, big price!"

Lustrous curls, a prophet's beard; From their thatch, he can tell you're weird. 'Anyone on the street could tell you're schizo', And, after all, what am I but the over-paid Stooge of popular prejudice? I have been doing this job so long, I can no longer hear a bird's song. I merely inspect its plumage, And then cover it in bondage. In my old country, where fanaticism rages, They all look a bit like you; I have transcended those unlucky few. Now when I look into a man's soul, All I see is a disgusting, threatening outgrowth of bristles. I am the hair Dokterr, I am the hair-style Lord, Fall into my ward, And I'll make you as servile as my race, Taking my razor to your heart, Until its trim, neat, and fatal, As a sickle-cell from the balmy South.

Stefan Molyneux's 'Universally Preferable Behaviour': A Critique 'Universally preferable behaviour', or UPB, is the moral theory of the prominent contemporary philosopher Stefan Molyneux . The book which explains it is available for free here on Mr. Molyneux's website:  Freedomain Radio – Free Books   https://freedomainradio.com/free/  It sets out to provide an objective, rational foundation for many of our common moral valuations, as well as clarifying them and providing guidance regarding more controversial moral and political issues. In this essay, I attempt to evaluate some of its chief arguments. I shall pass over the introduction, which is mainly about explaining the need for such a foundational moral theory based upon objective reality, which is all quite sound and I do not disagree with, and head straight for the core of the 'proof' for the new theory herein revealed. Stefan's first argument for UPB is that 'if there is no such ...