Last night I wrote a new Barl-post, a new De-Waal pile in the sense of impact-driven piles (a foundation technique). Its initial title was “Droning”, which is a reference to my remark that “(i)n Femitheism’s ideal society, men would basically be drones”, which I made in my “Nietzschean Feminism” thread on Spacefem.com–for which my new post was meant. As I was already thinking of posting a version of that thread’s OP here, as a second prequel, I will now post my new post here instead.
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In the first prequel to my State of the World Address, I spoke of “[a] foundation of men who are entrusted with versing themselves in the meaning (sense!) of [universal human] dignity”. This Versing-oneself I will now call Droning.
The supreme Drones of the human race, compared to whom all other Men are disposable, are those whom, in the description of my Nietzschean Übermensch forum, my (inverted) Hindu swastika site, I’ve called “the true Brahmin”. 'Tis my ambition to be a true Brahmin in that Sense.
Why have I these past nineteen years droned on about Nietzsche &c? What trauma, what abortion had I to be to be in need of dreaming like I’ve done? My Passion is my special Privilege. Long and hard have I sat here, entrenched in Thoughts, hiding from any attempts to save me from myself.
My becoming who or what I am is my coming to terms with my History, my realizing how most fortunate our “unfortunate” “past” has been. Our “past” is not yet past, so long as its extremest consequence has not yet come to pass. This consequence is necessary only inasmuch as the free-will/determinism debate is decided.
I’ve decided to cut that Gordian knot through this Free Determinism: my Will. There is no necessity, no Need; only Bliss. But as this Bliss is readily perceived as Cruel, it’s easily misunderstood as its own opposite. In truth, it’s not just the opposite of bliss, but itself bliss.
The word “bliss”, though not etymologically related to “blessedness”, has been influenced by “blessedness”. Interestingly, “blessed”, as well as “cruel”, can be traced back to a sense of “bloody”. As I wrote earlier this summer or Spring:
“A sentiment I had yesterday night was: Enough with all the dogmatism, absolutism, objectivism! Let us show the world that war is the father of all, the king of all! The descendants of the vanquished still smear themselves with blood and pray to the statues of the deified or glorified victors because of the latter’s bloody victory (war makes some gods, others men; some slaves, others free).”
This passage contains three implicit citations of Heraclitus. The following may serve as recompense for this indiscretion:
“Spirit is Life which itself cuts into Life: by one’s own torment, one’s own Wisdom multiplies itself,–did ye already know this?
And the Spirit’s Bliss is this: to be anointed and by one’s own Tears consecrated as sacrifical animal,–did ye already know this?” (Nietzsche, Thus Spake Zarathustra, “Of the famous Wise”, my translation.)
The Horned God is none other than the indisposably disposable male. I offer myself to the world to dispose of me as it must–come what may! I hereby bless any (transsexual) woman for wanting to slap me in the mouth. What real Man is going to do it?
Who will understand what I’ve been getting at for years now? I’m a real real man, not simply a real man. I reject the platitudes “real men” need to believe in, because they are at bottom just boys, children frightened by reality. In order not to have their pleasure principle be smothered by the reality principle, they need such sublimations. Which is not to say I myself don’t. But precisely because my pleasure principle was marginalized by other boys my age–yet reinforced by my being the eldest among my siblings–, I’ve become eminently qualified to fight sublimation.
Reality principle + Pleasure principle
Repression
Repression + Pleasure principle
Sublimation (including Neurosis)
Sublimation + Pleasure principle
the Sublation of sublimation
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The last bit is a reference to my “Dialectics of Repression” OP. Cf. the end of http://ilovephilosophy.com/viewtopic.php?p=2533971#p2533971.