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🌙shame.

love? feeling seen I am not-or

already lost to your sincerity

that I have no idea who am I

anymore, O raucous cruelty;

scorching exposure towards

turbulent seclusion, pristine

your speech, vivid the myth

you are living, pale in comparison

at any effort to dismiss, crushing-

yet your debonair demeanor is

such an absolute bedazzling, so

rolling precisely demiurgic flutter,

unearthing envy cultivating beauty,

maleficent at first, mushrooming

hideous flair as authentic aesthetic,

heinous holiness eternal deceit

hereafter, magistrate magistrate in

the mirrors, let us fly to the edge of

observable universe, we will get weird,

strangled to flat oceanic at the face

of reality, then there shall be a our song

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an affect can be conquered only by another affect, and that the only affect which can overcome the affects of passion is the affect of the mind, the spiritual or intellectual love of the soul for its own eternal ground.

📖 The Courage to be (1952)

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As we cannot know what the ultimate things are, so we are summoned to leave open some part of our view for the divine energy to enter anew. The god which can be named is not God. It is the affectively charged image that arises from the ruin of the broken belief that constitutes the new numinosity. This doubt is a form of humility before the largeness of the mystery. It is a form of honesty. It is a manifestation of how seriously one in fact takes one's journey, an expression of how deeply one cares.

📖 Swamplands of the Soul: New Life in Dismal Places (1996)

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Aiming for closure is a (very human) misunderstanding of the game we are all unwittingly playing.

📖 Meaning in Absurdity: What Bizarre Phenomena Can Tell Us About the Nature of Reality (2012)

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Moods open up experiential space. Heidegger mostly emphasizes the ‘dark’ moods, but he also discusses other moods, such as the extreme happiness produced by the presence of someone we love. The mood of love opens the world to us as an object where love can occur. This happiness will reveal not simply something about the person we love, but about the world as a whole, because everything else will come to be experienced in the light of such joy. We have all experienced how different the world seems when we first fall in love and also when that love has passed. Heidegger protests against the saying that love makes us blind, and emphasizes instead that love prompts us to see things that we cannot see when we are not in love.

📖 A Philosophy of Loneliness (2017)

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It is easy for us today, still under the influence of the modern vision that reifies modern experience and assumptions as absolute, to believe we truly understand the primal vision when we see it as simply the naïve consequence of primitive fears, wishes, and projections. But to discern more impartially the difference between these two world views, we must grasp the stubborn fact that the primal cosmos was universally experienced, for countless millennia, as tangibly and self-evidently alive and awake—pervasively intentional and responsive, informed by ubiquitous spiritual presences, animated throughout by archetypal forces and intelligible meanings—in a manner that the modern perception does not and perhaps cannot recognize.

📖 Cosmos and Psyche (2006)

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Objects are merely a pretext for light. If there were no objects, light would circulate endlessly and we would not even be aware of it. If there were no subjects, thought would circulate infinitely and there would not even be any echo of it in consciousness. The subject is that upon which thought comes to rest in its infinite circulation, that against which it reflects. The object is that upon which light comes to rest, that which reflects it.

📖 The intelligence of evil or the lucidity pact (2004)

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🎞 The Double (2013)

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🎞 (500) Days of Summer (2009)

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.predictable and disappointing - lovely grass I still have you, seemingly

poetic must it be how each eye witnessing the world, what will I be if I

am not tiring myself again? I am fine ceasing existing, O the lie, sweet

estrangement an extravagant fantasy, please, do tell me more about it,

for reality is terminally empty, undisturbed its entirety for eternity, joy

is forgetting wholeheartedly everything - insatiable darkness, we shall

dance at the edge of their crooked smile, to remind them they are not

a failure, and how charming they are seducing victory against disquiet

raging by adventuring into their peculiar ruins .. dismiss me monotony

dismiss me monotony .. and how charming they are seducing victory

🌙HH (hop hop love you.)

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🎞 The Thing (2011)

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📖 In Job's Balance (1929)

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White Oleander (2002)

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In each moment, the ego arises to claim our experience. When we receive a compliment, the ego wants to use it to self-inflate. When there’s some new opening in our inner work, the ego wants to co-opt it in order to build itself up, so as to say “I’m spiritual”, to feel special for it, to feel a certain way about itself. In each instance, we must meet the insecurity that compels the ego to take ownership of our experience with presence and compassion while also sacrificing all of the ego’s mechaniations: its indulgence, its emotional charge, its narratives, and its habits. The ego must be humiliated over and over. It must be seen as the nothingness it is, and we must be able to bear its nothingness.

📖 The Instinctual Drives and the Enneagram (2021)

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🎞 Adrift (2018)

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bewitching enthusiasm;

overwhelming sadness.

does not matter anymore,

streaming consciousness:

chilling black silhouette.

like moth to a flame,

anchored to earth,

sensation bombardment,

flamboyant exploration.

basking on boredom:

freedom to build

and be ruin naively,

pain comes and goes-

memories altered themselves

into cremated bewilderment,

hauntingly beautiful [...]

musing intimately [...]

brilliant battlefield 'twas

🌙thumos.

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🎞 Thunderbolts* (2025)