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“You see, to me it seems as though the artists, the scientists, the philosophers were grinding lenses. It’s all a grand preparation for something that never comes off. Someday the lens is going to be perfect and then we’re all going to see clearly.” —Sexus, Henry Miller“Damn 'em all. They changed it, changed it all around. Smeared it all over with blood.” —The MisfitsThose who are or who have been saved must above all, to have donned the helmet-hat of salvation, have been sealed with the...
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“The Americans of all nations at any time upon the earth have probably the fullest poetical nature. The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.” —Walt WhitmanFL Gazing down nereids I, absent on some swelling shore, From above again by the soft distance? Up do they look? Thin-bronze latino familias, their silken hair and linen, Wool and Tassels Yahwe- Sun so bright so-can’t be seen, diadems, Heavenly host, etc Dissipates. The best of the orients skyscrapers almost Lush pave...
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“Our body must be our work” —Nikolai FedorovTo readjust man’s current course toward what can be called the “transhuman”, we must first suspend the crutch that creationism is and really think. We must first define what is human. We must define it the only way we know how, by investigating how we unconsciously we define it already. Surprisingly, the consensus around what is human is basically ubiquitous, and, importantly, “humanity” once taxonomically ascribed is immutable (and therefore not to...
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tamarToward A Healthy Transhumanism (Part IV): Electric Transhumanism
“You see, to me it seems as though the artists, the scientists, the philosophers were grinding lenses. It’s all a grand preparation for something that never comes off. Someday the lens is going to be perfect and then we’re all going to see clearly.” —Sexus, Henry Miller“Damn 'em all. They changed it, changed it all around. Smeared it all over with blood.” —The MisfitsThose who are or who have been saved must above all, to have donned the helmet-hat of salvation, have been sealed with the...
tamarStates of the Union
“The Americans of all nations at any time upon the earth have probably the fullest poetical nature. The United States themselves are essentially the greatest poem.” —Walt WhitmanFL Gazing down nereids I, absent on some swelling shore, From above again by the soft distance? Up do they look? Thin-bronze latino familias, their silken hair and linen, Wool and Tassels Yahwe- Sun so bright so-can’t be seen, diadems, Heavenly host, etc Dissipates. The best of the orients skyscrapers almost Lush pave...
tamarToward a Healthy Transhumanism (Part I): Reproductive Transhumanism
“Our body must be our work” —Nikolai FedorovTo readjust man’s current course toward what can be called the “transhuman”, we must first suspend the crutch that creationism is and really think. We must first define what is human. We must define it the only way we know how, by investigating how we unconsciously we define it already. Surprisingly, the consensus around what is human is basically ubiquitous, and, importantly, “humanity” once taxonomically ascribed is immutable (and therefore not to...
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“It is, however, remarkable that, among the sensible faculties, sight is directly related to space, and hearing to time: the elements of the visual [symbol] occur simultaneously, and those of the sonorous [symbol] in succession;”
—René Guénon, The Reign of Quantity“Space is heaven; time is hell.”
—Carl Schmitt, Glossarium“But now you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the fruit of which leads to holiness, and the end of which is eternal life.”
—Romans 6:22
The first rule of nature is you have to eat. As such, the heavenly world and the earthly world coexist as strictly parallel worlds, not touching except for maybe at some miraculous, infinitely distant point. The heavenly world only exists in the imagination, the same way a man may imagine something behind a curtain. Plants and the first life ate the sun and flourished, without control, without movement;—but man, having tasted the freedom of movement, has the demand of the universal placed upon him. He must think about what it means to have to eat. Eating is positive-sum when you eat the sun and it is still more than zero-sum in a world where you eat the fauna that eats the plants who eat the sun, but it is zero-sum when there are other beings and you realize that space is limited. One must firstly ask, are all of man’s crimes and miseries attributable to a simple case of claustrophobia?
Is this not what our old myths tell us (or hope)?—”That man must live forever.” Must live forever already or at some future point; or he is nothing. Why forever? Because forever implies one of two things, that the incessance of hunger (or having to eat) has ceased or that that which satiates him has become infinitely bountiful. Now, even forgetting science’s alleged truths, which of these two implications is a dream (or myth) and which, at the very least, holds a seed of reality: the latter. Not that man will ever not need to eat, but that there will be enough for him to eat—that there will be infinite pasture. Even this does not imply always, however; there always lurks the possibility of other beings. But for a moment, and in the sight of always, a man is immortal as such; as such when he has ensured and confirmed that he will always have enough to eat.
Even with the whole earth for two men, for one to “know” that there will always be enough to eat is impossible. It is not more time he needs to ensure a continual flow or stockpile but more space. Not infinite time, or immortality in eternity, that he needs to confirm continued sustenance— the earth can always turn fickle, and there always lurks an other— but infinite space; A blessed property of the very universe which we, increasingly verifiably, have come to know we inhabit.
Regardless of all of this, man dies. Regardless of dying, man spends his days attempting to, to the best of his ability and circumstance, ensure immediate (and in the case of surplus, future) sustenance for him and his offspring: his offspring being at present, given that even if he eats all he wants he still dies, his immortality. But what if he did not need to die? What if he, “having been set free from sin and become a slave of God”, possessed “eternal life”? Would he still not have to eat*?* “Jesus wept”, so they say… But what about after he rose forever, when maybe more importantly, multiple times, in his new body: “Jesus ate.”
Reason, by way of Einstein, has taught us that time and space are intricately connected, connected as if two threads of a great, impressionable weave; yet one is heaven and one is hell; yet “Eternity is in love with the productions of time.” Bryan Johnson is a wonderful Dr. Frankenstein of a man, without (seemingly) almost all of the tragedy. Bryan Johnson wants to defeat the last enemy, death. Bryan Johnson, like, as of recent, many, wants to live as forever: first in a body and later in a computer (the latter, electric, transhumanism being something we will cover in the next part of this series). But, why does Bryan Johnson not want to free himself from the claustrophobia of having to eat? Is it because he is already old to the point of no return— doesn’t everyone know age (in the psychological sense) is the one thing you can’t return from?
“Happiness comes easy to the young, why wouldn't it when they come as often as they please? Youth is a glorious beach at the edge of the water, where women seem at last to be freely available, where they're so beautiful they don't need the falsehood of our dreams. So naturally when winter comes it's hard for us to go home, to tell ourselves that it's all over, to admit it. We'd be glad to stay on, even in the cold of age . . . we go on hoping. That's not hard to understand. We're contemptible. No one's to blame. Pleasure and happiness come first. I think so too. When you start hiding from people, it's a sign that you're afraid to play with them. That in itself is a disease.”
—Céline, Journey to the End of The Night
What is old about Bryan is not that he wants to be healthy, or have the erectile stamina of a pre-teen (unfortunately, there is no replacement for pubescent lasciviousness), but that so much of his life is devoted to trying to be young. This may not be the case in actuality,— in actuality, he might be devoted to his business for the sake of the health of all men, and content to grow old with grace but also fight death with grace, but we will pretend it is for the sake of argument. Being healthy in this day and age is a beautiful and necessary thing. The world we have made is trying to kill us… slowly. Radiation and food and plastic and the stealing of our soul (or attention; or memory) by vacuous entertainment have all been bewailed against ad nauseam, but it still is worth emphasizing that to live a dignified life in today's day and age, one must pay more attention to their health than one would have had to in the past. Whether this is through supplements or exercise or fasting is one’s choice. The important thing is that the attempt at health does not dominate one; that it does not become automated or neurotic.
Neurosis is the antithesis of youth, youth is a state of mind, a state of imaginative potential, a state free from the warpings desire impinges upon the infinite possibilities of the imagination. Desiring youth is not youth. Religiosity of any sort, a religiosity which BJ seems (we cannot yet know his heart, but we do know he is uncoincidentally ex-LDS) to feel toward youth, is not youth. Let us remember this, and not remember that we are scared to die. Let us remember what we really want to be free from, not death as the dying of the flesh, but death as not being able to eat. Death as claustrophobia.
“… because any proposition (and the Copernican view was and remains a proposition), unless substantiated by tangible proof, ceases to be a hypothesis and becomes superstition. How can the Copernican world view be tangibly proven, if we do not acquire the faculty to live beyond the Earth, all over the Universe? Without the ability not only to visit but also to inhabit all heavenly bodies, we cannot be convinced that they are as posited by the Copernican view and not as they appear to our senses.”
—Fedorov, The Philosphy of the Common Task“It's self-deluding to imagine that the radical future is a Star Trek scenario of higher primates in space. I respect the myth. I also think it's impossible… The only way humans ever make it through the Oort Cloud will be as companion animals for robots."—Nick Land
I have often thought that if space really was fake, in the way flat-earthers, biblical-literalists and others suggest it to be, it would be one of a few truths worth killing yourself over. Regardless, as Blake says: “Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not believed.” The key word is told. When truth is felt—or known—by one of the senses (the sixth of which being the ineluctable sense of “how one feels”), it is known without faith: faith being only the substance of things hoped for— not the things. Every man should have the right to see that the earth is round, and that it sits in an almost void of infinite land light. Before each and every one of us sees this, we are doomed to be scared of space, scared of how small it is… and we run for youth: not knowing we are only running further, wingless and unable to fly (like the angels) outside the light-cone.
Even with blood transfusions, plasma, laser-treatment and in-house hyperbaric chambers, youth is still apparent: age is not just a number; the ethic is clear, and all the more so because of how we can see it;— even having “blood boys” is not condemnable, but the question is at what frequency does it become impractical. We will have to learn to see “not as men see [the external], but as God sees” (how he saw David). The rich have the means and motivation for the fountain of youth, the economy will supply the blood and water… The aesthetic (SES) castes are already all quite clear from birth, with diet and stress only amplifying underlying genetic difference. We will have to see as God sees, see so clearly that those, of any caste, who are hiding or have hid to the point of excess know themselves naked.
Evolutionarily we are geared to survival, which is wanting to exist exactly as one is, even as a tree grows for no reason in the barren, coastal north (it’s because of the past), even to the point of killing for it. This tends toward an attempt to freeze time. We should think not just of time but of space, at every scale. The young have no fear of death, no cosmetic or therapy can readminister that. All things in moderation; so say the old when they are navigating the ethic of youth. The eyes tell it most of all.
“It is, however, remarkable that, among the sensible faculties, sight is directly related to space, and hearing to time: the elements of the visual [symbol] occur simultaneously, and those of the sonorous [symbol] in succession;”
—René Guénon, The Reign of Quantity“Space is heaven; time is hell.”
—Carl Schmitt, Glossarium“But now you have been set free from sin and have become slaves of God, the fruit of which leads to holiness, and the end of which is eternal life.”
—Romans 6:22
The first rule of nature is you have to eat. As such, the heavenly world and the earthly world coexist as strictly parallel worlds, not touching except for maybe at some miraculous, infinitely distant point. The heavenly world only exists in the imagination, the same way a man may imagine something behind a curtain. Plants and the first life ate the sun and flourished, without control, without movement;—but man, having tasted the freedom of movement, has the demand of the universal placed upon him. He must think about what it means to have to eat. Eating is positive-sum when you eat the sun and it is still more than zero-sum in a world where you eat the fauna that eats the plants who eat the sun, but it is zero-sum when there are other beings and you realize that space is limited. One must firstly ask, are all of man’s crimes and miseries attributable to a simple case of claustrophobia?
Is this not what our old myths tell us (or hope)?—”That man must live forever.” Must live forever already or at some future point; or he is nothing. Why forever? Because forever implies one of two things, that the incessance of hunger (or having to eat) has ceased or that that which satiates him has become infinitely bountiful. Now, even forgetting science’s alleged truths, which of these two implications is a dream (or myth) and which, at the very least, holds a seed of reality: the latter. Not that man will ever not need to eat, but that there will be enough for him to eat—that there will be infinite pasture. Even this does not imply always, however; there always lurks the possibility of other beings. But for a moment, and in the sight of always, a man is immortal as such; as such when he has ensured and confirmed that he will always have enough to eat.
Even with the whole earth for two men, for one to “know” that there will always be enough to eat is impossible. It is not more time he needs to ensure a continual flow or stockpile but more space. Not infinite time, or immortality in eternity, that he needs to confirm continued sustenance— the earth can always turn fickle, and there always lurks an other— but infinite space; A blessed property of the very universe which we, increasingly verifiably, have come to know we inhabit.
Regardless of all of this, man dies. Regardless of dying, man spends his days attempting to, to the best of his ability and circumstance, ensure immediate (and in the case of surplus, future) sustenance for him and his offspring: his offspring being at present, given that even if he eats all he wants he still dies, his immortality. But what if he did not need to die? What if he, “having been set free from sin and become a slave of God”, possessed “eternal life”? Would he still not have to eat*?* “Jesus wept”, so they say… But what about after he rose forever, when maybe more importantly, multiple times, in his new body: “Jesus ate.”
Reason, by way of Einstein, has taught us that time and space are intricately connected, connected as if two threads of a great, impressionable weave; yet one is heaven and one is hell; yet “Eternity is in love with the productions of time.” Bryan Johnson is a wonderful Dr. Frankenstein of a man, without (seemingly) almost all of the tragedy. Bryan Johnson wants to defeat the last enemy, death. Bryan Johnson, like, as of recent, many, wants to live as forever: first in a body and later in a computer (the latter, electric, transhumanism being something we will cover in the next part of this series). But, why does Bryan Johnson not want to free himself from the claustrophobia of having to eat? Is it because he is already old to the point of no return— doesn’t everyone know age (in the psychological sense) is the one thing you can’t return from?
“Happiness comes easy to the young, why wouldn't it when they come as often as they please? Youth is a glorious beach at the edge of the water, where women seem at last to be freely available, where they're so beautiful they don't need the falsehood of our dreams. So naturally when winter comes it's hard for us to go home, to tell ourselves that it's all over, to admit it. We'd be glad to stay on, even in the cold of age . . . we go on hoping. That's not hard to understand. We're contemptible. No one's to blame. Pleasure and happiness come first. I think so too. When you start hiding from people, it's a sign that you're afraid to play with them. That in itself is a disease.”
—Céline, Journey to the End of The Night
What is old about Bryan is not that he wants to be healthy, or have the erectile stamina of a pre-teen (unfortunately, there is no replacement for pubescent lasciviousness), but that so much of his life is devoted to trying to be young. This may not be the case in actuality,— in actuality, he might be devoted to his business for the sake of the health of all men, and content to grow old with grace but also fight death with grace, but we will pretend it is for the sake of argument. Being healthy in this day and age is a beautiful and necessary thing. The world we have made is trying to kill us… slowly. Radiation and food and plastic and the stealing of our soul (or attention; or memory) by vacuous entertainment have all been bewailed against ad nauseam, but it still is worth emphasizing that to live a dignified life in today's day and age, one must pay more attention to their health than one would have had to in the past. Whether this is through supplements or exercise or fasting is one’s choice. The important thing is that the attempt at health does not dominate one; that it does not become automated or neurotic.
Neurosis is the antithesis of youth, youth is a state of mind, a state of imaginative potential, a state free from the warpings desire impinges upon the infinite possibilities of the imagination. Desiring youth is not youth. Religiosity of any sort, a religiosity which BJ seems (we cannot yet know his heart, but we do know he is uncoincidentally ex-LDS) to feel toward youth, is not youth. Let us remember this, and not remember that we are scared to die. Let us remember what we really want to be free from, not death as the dying of the flesh, but death as not being able to eat. Death as claustrophobia.
“… because any proposition (and the Copernican view was and remains a proposition), unless substantiated by tangible proof, ceases to be a hypothesis and becomes superstition. How can the Copernican world view be tangibly proven, if we do not acquire the faculty to live beyond the Earth, all over the Universe? Without the ability not only to visit but also to inhabit all heavenly bodies, we cannot be convinced that they are as posited by the Copernican view and not as they appear to our senses.”
—Fedorov, The Philosphy of the Common Task“It's self-deluding to imagine that the radical future is a Star Trek scenario of higher primates in space. I respect the myth. I also think it's impossible… The only way humans ever make it through the Oort Cloud will be as companion animals for robots."—Nick Land
I have often thought that if space really was fake, in the way flat-earthers, biblical-literalists and others suggest it to be, it would be one of a few truths worth killing yourself over. Regardless, as Blake says: “Truth can never be told so as to be understood and not believed.” The key word is told. When truth is felt—or known—by one of the senses (the sixth of which being the ineluctable sense of “how one feels”), it is known without faith: faith being only the substance of things hoped for— not the things. Every man should have the right to see that the earth is round, and that it sits in an almost void of infinite land light. Before each and every one of us sees this, we are doomed to be scared of space, scared of how small it is… and we run for youth: not knowing we are only running further, wingless and unable to fly (like the angels) outside the light-cone.
Even with blood transfusions, plasma, laser-treatment and in-house hyperbaric chambers, youth is still apparent: age is not just a number; the ethic is clear, and all the more so because of how we can see it;— even having “blood boys” is not condemnable, but the question is at what frequency does it become impractical. We will have to learn to see “not as men see [the external], but as God sees” (how he saw David). The rich have the means and motivation for the fountain of youth, the economy will supply the blood and water… The aesthetic (SES) castes are already all quite clear from birth, with diet and stress only amplifying underlying genetic difference. We will have to see as God sees, see so clearly that those, of any caste, who are hiding or have hid to the point of excess know themselves naked.
Evolutionarily we are geared to survival, which is wanting to exist exactly as one is, even as a tree grows for no reason in the barren, coastal north (it’s because of the past), even to the point of killing for it. This tends toward an attempt to freeze time. We should think not just of time but of space, at every scale. The young have no fear of death, no cosmetic or therapy can readminister that. All things in moderation; so say the old when they are navigating the ethic of youth. The eyes tell it most of all.
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