Let’s fill this place up with light.

Men are saviours and builders. Women are redeemers and beauty-bearers. You think Nietzsche, for all his striking misogyny, did not call the feminine type “the mother of all genius”? You think Dante, lost in sin, was not pulled out of spiritual ruin by Virgil, who himself was.

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Aristotle gave us the terms “actual” and “potential”. Kierkegaard gave us “angst” and “leap of faith”. Al-Khwārizmī gave us “algebra” and “algorithm.” Most of the language that you speak has been the direct consequence of the works of giants. Ingenuity can actually add to reality.

One fact remains: suffering.

How do you reconcile the fallenness of man with the fact that we have been made in God’s image? Isn’t the only way out of this to hold both squished in a palm, creating a magnificent tension? Can divinity even be possible without sin and depravity?.

“Enlightenment is the ego’s ultimate disappointment.”.

Realize yourself. Real-ize yourself. Make yourself real. How do you do that? You remember yourself. You re-member yourself. You become once more a member of the party of You. When you forget yourself, you forgo yourself, and you become a fraud. It’s about time you realized it.

My pride, I realised, is of a similar magnitude to the devil’s, but pointed, unlike the devil’s, to the good. Evil doesn’t disgust me. Poor virtue does.

Devour your cowardice. Flex the neck of your beast right into your own belly. Pierce with your horns the flesh and meniscus of what’s powerless. Leave no impurity untouched, no impairment unscathed, no imperfection uneaten. Eat the weedy, the weak, the weary. You anxious? Then.

Depressed. De-pressed. Pressed down. What’s the cure, then? Expression. Ex-pression. Pressing out. To cure being pressed down, press out. To press out is to multiply yourself. To multiply yourself, create art. “You” art. Art your way out of melancholy. It’s the only way.

Turns out there are phenomenal geniuses like Aristotle—who was born 400 years before Christianity itself, mind you—who singlehandedly initiated the fields of biology, psychology, logic, ethics, metaphysics. This should blow your “we definitely know well better than the ancients”.

Being able to sleep around with a lot of women—the very coordination and acrobatics required to pull it off—is, indeed, praiseworthy. Very challenging to pull off, thus praiseworthy. But—the question is—on what level is it praiseworthy? The biological, the evolutionary. Yes, in.

Infinite promiscuity is the highest aspiration of what’s animal. Infinite loyalty is the highest aspiration of what’s human. Stop sleeping around, it’s lowly.

The only reason God doesn’t exist for you is because you don’t care enough for him to exist. Spoon-fed, unquestioned, blind religious fundamentalism is indeed at the bottom of the spiritual hierarchy, but so too is atheism that cares not about how the world is, but only about how.

“You can be as angry as you want, as long as you love enough.”.

“What’s life?” . It’s love. “What’s death?”. A type of life. “What’s the opposite of life, then?” . The machine. “What’s the antidote to suffering?”. Re-learning how to love life again, which itself is love.

Act as if you were responsible for the well-being of all individuals everywhere. That’s something befitting your divine shoulders.

Shouldn’t it, however, reach the stage of all or nothing? Shouldn’t the ego compass, eventually, turn absolutely outward to “You”? Isn’t self-sacrifice for the sake of the Other the highest blossoming of the human enterprise?.

So many times have I reached the stage of “Life could not be better than this. This is the pinnacle of existence.” Now, my dilemma is, “How many more times do I need to experience this before I say it’s high time to devote my whole self to helping others experience it too?”.

God, if I have one wish and only one wish I should ask of you, it is to consecrate this the law of my soul:.“Each of us is responsible for everything and to every human being.”.