What a cursed fate, to realize that you do not fit into the only society that exists

Is wisdom not a curse; to see how the world could be but realize that it never will

Don’t you see it?!!? Don’t you see?!

I do suppose some types of meat eating seem natural/ethical. But this [current type] abundantly not so

The purest philosophy lays on the edge of the human layer

We can never place something new, there is always already what was there before

In the social theatre, we are most of the time expected to behave a certain way. Behave differently, and risk being exiled from it. Therefore we are forced to fakeness in some instances.

When you go on these apps you do not want reality! You want to be lulled by some comfort! And you do not realize that you drench yourself in fakeness

While we try to understand the machine (and fail) it keeps on rolling

Communication [should be used] to share a moment with someone, to share an experience. An experience that is occurring at the present moment.

You need a war to have a warhero. We need revolutions and therefore we need something to revolt against

There is some place between the public and being alone.

[This is some group, some community. You are not alone for there are others but these others are also not ‘the public’ for you have some connection to them that you do not have with ‘the public’]

Be careful not to use ‘angry philosophy’ to defend your ego.

Some philosophy is in itself a different language. Words don’t always mean what we at first think they mean.

The truth that there exists multiple truths, is not one truth but the whole of all truths

I feel their expectations when they hear I am ‘a philosopher’. And they ask me what I think of this and that. It is flattering but also problematic.

Also philosophy, which ponders conventions, has its own conventions and non-conventions

The unconventional person is told that unconventionality attracts eyes of the conventional (or even the differently unconventional) and therefore the unconventional is expecting eyes when they are unconventional in public. This is a cruel fate. They are then occupied with the thought that there might be eyes on them and that they should not care. In any way, the unconventional can not simply exist next to the conventional.

I can say not what some other philosopher might think of this or that, for they are not here. I can merely say what that philosopher has inspired within myself and what I myself then think of this or that based on that inspiration.

Art is not the thing that transcends the social theatre and so human communication; that which transcends the social theatre is art.

Art is art insofar it transcends communication

If I write something with in my mind that it is for others, then my intention is communication. And no art will come from an intention of communication

How absurd it is to pitch a book that talks about the absurdity of pitching a book (and how that is part of the social theatre)

To become ‘famous’ in the social theatre is so stupid yet almost all of us seem to be drawn to that

[I hate to admit that I feel its draw too]

How absurd is it that we describe some of our discoveries by our person names

If a tree in a forest is not seen, does it still exist? If I am not seen by anyone, do I still exist?

I know the desires in the human story and yet I myself am dragged into these desires and the stage that comes with it. I am doomed to, I must; just as I am doomed to be merely human.

If I say what I am not allowed to say, will I be understood?

It is uncanny for us to go nowhere when we travel. If I don’t have anywhere to go or anything to do then why should I go somewhere?

To be a vessel for the indescribable chaos that is philosophy (and love and life)

In the movements of our body (or in its non-movements) we see our lives

[It is a choice to move and a choice not to. Life is choices.]

[How much do you move? And when you move, where does it hurt? Do you recognize your own walk? And when you sit, where do your arms rest, and your shoulders hang?]

There is a certain uncomfortability in trying to explain someone else’s work (without having true passion for it)

[And even with that passion, it is arrogant to speak as if you truly understand someone else]

‘Letting go’ does not mean ‘putting out of your life’ it means that it can exist in your life without having you in its grip. I am letting him go

Is it not still the same love even if the other does not have that love? Imagine two people love each other and now imagine only one of these people with that love, is that not still the same love?

When we talk to ourselves in public we are perhaps crazy, but if we talk to our dogs in public perhaps not

I came back to my place and I saw many standing around my notebook, with shocked and disapproving faces. They jeered at me. I took my notebook and sat down

Philosophers can be brutal, but they can’t be that to the face of a person, for then they are rude and hardly a person themselves. Through a different, more distant medium it is more acceptable to be brutal

The social theatre seems to sap me of my life forces; my confidence in my wisdom seems to always shake, I start questioning myself. Yet the theatre seems a necessary thing, something I must participate in. Do I really want to? But I need to hear people’s experiences

Deeply rooted in the social theatre, life is merely a series of empty events (?)

Is ‘zooming out’ not merely a coping mechanism?

[Getting away from a reality you don’t like by observing it as if you don’t live in it.]

There is a bag of kittens; someone beats them to death. ‘Oh no that is horrible!’ Now there is a bag of chickens and someone beats them to death. ‘Yummy, dinner is served!’

Human theatre -> social theatre (?)

Walking in the middle of the road, breaking some unspoken, intangible structure. You feel it, it feels weird, yet freeing, like no structure truly exists

It is my functioning, not my disfunctioning with respect to the standard

[The doctor tells us that this or that is ‘wrong’ with us, physically or mentally. We are told we do not function ‘properly’. This of course implies a standard of what is proper functioning. Reject this. Just because I do not function with respect to some standard does not mean you can tell me I do not function properly.]

The conventional way people see something as ‘weird’ is wack

Are there truly people destined to merely follow given structures? Doomed to have their life lived for them?

I don’t want connections in the human theatre because they are not real. Connections in the human story, something (more) real.

[See 227, 228 and 681 for the distinction between the human theatre/social theatre and the human story/human layer]

As children we are taught to act in the human theatre. (True) maturing is becoming aware of the theatre and not letting it be truth, not living your whole life on that stage

Why is it weird to see others dance in public?

To have eyes upon you is what it means to be human. Without eyes I am no human, I am only observer. I am only alive.

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Functioning in the human theatre; connection without commitment. Is it realistic?

No good work comes from a work with eyes. Less good maybe. Because eyes take up our thoughts and they make us think and act differently. No eyes. There are no eyes.

In this human world, an idea is only good because of others. Your ideas are always in relation to others. Feels messed up

What a cruel fate, to be only in relation to someone else

Can we think truth? Are we as humans capable of that? Is there even truth to be thought or is it also merely a human concept

What a bizarre inequality: that some people are allowed to use certain words and others are not

Words in decay. They are so distorted that they can never be used again, or at least not in this generation. Maybe in a hundred years when everything is ‘better’.

[When words become slurs, they have decayed]

So indeed we separate the real from the practical. So the practical is the human story where we assume certain certainties to function. I find it very hard to talk in that practical

Are there truly still new paths to take?

An uncommitted life? Commitment is expectation, is less freedom

What do you think is weird? What would the person next to you have to do for you to deem them ‘weird’?

Perhaps a distinction between the human story and the human theatre: the theatre is the daily show that we participate in.

[See also 227, 228 and 681]

Am I doomed to be only an observer of this extraordinary phenomenon or will I one day be granted to experience it?

[The phenomenon that is this boy]

Me in two years: ‘I was really searching in that time of my life. Like I was lost, didn’t really know what to do’

Me in two years after that: exactly the same