The fact that comedy does better than philosophy is further proof of the social theatre
The fact that comedy does better than philosophy is further proof of the social theatre
You do not need to be understood within your lifetime to make a change. Many were overlooked.
A society where unmarketable thoughts have no place
Society needs madmen to exist so that they can define their own normalcy
‘My art’ is not my art at all. If I find something and then show it to you, is it then mine? Or was I simply the one to pick it up?
My mind cannot contain it
To be like something is not to be at all
I never thought life would be this way. What way? I have no idea
Some hand of God in the clouds. Was it not something beyond everything that had called me to that storm, to that place?
They would say I was in a trance, and when I came back and thought about it, it felt like that yes, but I realized that this [social theatre] is the trance and for a moment there I was allowed to escape it.
And I knew I would not remember. Because to remember is only the theatre
I was scared of them, can you hear them laughing, singing, talking? They would say I am mad, talking to myself. But it is the social theatre that makes us mad. I could feel their eyes and ears every time they passed. I was afraid of them, I did not want to go back.
I walked to the storm, I thought tonight was my night to die. Lightning would strike and take me. I escaped the theatre and saw something beyond it. I realized I could never tell anyone, I am simply unable to. I didn’t want to go back. But I had to. I had to go back to the theatre.
I was in a world without humanity tonight; indescribable
The social theatre is the insane asylum
Can a madman say he is mad?
Only because you can’t understand it, doesn’t mean it’s not real
We call the social theatre reality and everything beyond it is fantasy
The eyes are the audience in the social theatre
Observation is not objective
We try to fit everything in the categories that we already have, before even considering making a new one
Everything exists next to each other and they do not clash, only in your head
As long as there is true uncertainty; there is humbleness
Am I what I sing?
Humans have many sides, you know. I guess you don’t because you’ve hidden away parts of yourself to fit into a mould that has been placed on you since birth
The possibility of death is real
The outcome of philosophy: also nothing (just like everything else)
We are the searching animal
When you cry, I laugh. When you laugh, I die
Who are you when the curtains close? But the curtains never close. The curtains never close
The valuation of smoking depends on your perception of death
In any family, community, you are forced to be not an individual, for there you are only in relation to others. In my family I am son or brother.
Gay is only my label, not my identity
Observation is interpretation. Observation is subjective
Different methods of fleeing are not hierarchical; one is not better than the other
Is it okay to flee?
We will never know freedom because we are eternally stuck in fleedom
I am also doomed to flee to my own order and answers. Everyone has their own things to flee to; that is how humanity works. Writing stuff like this and believing it, is my point of fleedom
When I am dead; I am gone from this earth. Nothing I have written or said or sung can ever capture me again
I am also in religion; as everyone is. But I am in the religion that says that religion is merely an escape. But we can almost do no different than escape: humans are the escaping animal.
When you realize others are just as confused as you; you realize the equality. This is why arrogance and certainty are big problems
We are exactly that animal that creates order and then forgets that it created it. And also the animal that reminds its fellow animals that they have forgotten that
Before we take action we must change our perspective; before we do things to better the world, we must change our perspective on it.
Without solitude there is no escape from acting and so no space for ideas beyond acting
There are no primary texts; what we now call primary texts are secondary texts. The ‘real’ primary texts only exist in the head of the (usually already deceased) person.
If something is uncomfortable to us, why would we buy it? But we find comfort in certain types of uncomfort. But it must be that type of uncomfortable to sell. And so in capitalism we are limited in this; I can not sell something that everyone finds very uncomfortable
What we say is always the same; ever and ever. Someone has died in our lives; this is nothing new. We have thought of something brilliant; this is nothing new for it is about ‘better’. Always about better. Ever and ever the same
Politics fail because they only reason in the social theatre
Seeing your son be who you were not. Does it hurt you?
Fleeing from meaning; is that not the other extreme? And again an unhealthy fleeing? But perhaps not unhealthy because the world is without meaning
True passion is the only thing that brings me back to living in the social theatre (with mind also); passion for someone (love) or passion for some activity (art)
Distance-ism: is it a viable option? Is it a happy life? A real/genuine one? It seems no happy life
There is no rush
Playing with the fabric of life
Our fundament floats in nothingness. While we think that it rests on something
You long for something and you are frustrated that it is not there. But when it is there, you do not long for it anymore. And so its meaning is gone. Once you have reached something, its meaning, its value is gone; the value of longing for it is gone
Why are you smiling to yourself, thinking: ‘I know this or that’. Do you not see the fundamental nothingness of life?
What can you say about a whole if you only know something about a part and don’t even know how big or small this part is in relation to the whole?
The structure of social interaction
Worldbreakers are worldchangers
What can we do with meaninglessness? (The meaninglessness that we mean in the social theatre)
Living meaninglessly; is that possible? Isn’t that impossible if we say that humans are the animal that function by meaning? Am I then doomed to live meaningfully?
Drawing without meaning; is this possible? What do we do with this?
There must be some mindlessness in life, right?
You take someone else’s name and take it upon you because you agree with them! What are you doing?! Why are you throwing away your life by hanging your life in someone else’s closet that they have built?!
I am merely a servant to the ideas and words that flow through me
And what about (other) animals? Humanity-love says nothing about that, right? Must there then be a life-love? Of course, I think. How should ‘nature’ be treated in the ideal social theatre?
If we take a different standard than ‘human’, then we automatically miss humanity-love, then we automatically make a hierarchy, then we automatically include and exclude
I remember many days that I have thought: ‘today I will not act’. But every time I am forced to do so; forced to function like this because I am human. And I must be human, I can be no else. I would call this a cruel fate again; the fate of being human, but I know that it is not cruel at all; that it is merely perceived as cruel by humans. It is not cruel, simply the way it is.
The social theatre is also very laughable, to see others and yourself play in it is so ridiculous sometimes
No belief without paradox
What kind of philosopher is someone who defends the status quo?
How short is my sight
And of those around me
How small are our eyes
What a cruel fate!
To know this
But to be unable to change it
To surpass it
What a cruel fate!
But not cruel at all
But merely a fate
I am just as misguided as the rest of us. Knowing you are misguided doesn’t make you less misguided
Am I more than a fanatic in the philosophical religion? Am I doomed to always be a fanatic of some sort of religion?
I must and will use hierarchy: I like some people more than others. But that hierarchy itself does not exist, it is simply merely how we function. So if someone doesn’t like you it means nothing in reality
‘This is good.’ No it is only good to us. ‘But why would I consider something outside of humanity that I can know nothing of?’ Because we are not the center of this world, you arrogant animal!
It is not unnatural to clothe ourselves; this is exactly how the human animal functions
The social theatre is not bad, because it is part of the human layer [where ‘bad’ does not exist]
[See 227, 228, 681 for the distinction between the social theatre and the human layer]
So also climate change is not bad outside the social theatre
‘This is how it goes’ actually means ‘this is how we have decided it goes’
What does it mean to think in ‘a human way’
If you drag anything out of the social theatre, it vanishes entirely; its meaning, its condition to exist
It is philosophy that has pushed me ‘out’ of the social theatre. That has pushed me to be less human, so it feels. Is this philosophy a disease? Has it ‘broken’ me in my human functioning?
The not-using of something is a form of rebellion. However, in the social theatre there are certain things that we are forced to use. This makes some forms of rebellion nearly impossible.
There is a positive beauty in genuine interaction in the social theatre
Finding your own way by taking inspiration from others. Not doing what others have done in their way
The voices that are now heard, always already existed
The social theatre is not the conventions themselves but the fact that conventions exist
When you say ‘nothing really matters’ people only react from within the social theatre: ‘that doesn’t sound good’. Oh please, good has nothing to do with this
Thrown into philosophy; the infinite falling. Falling exponentially faster.
Me who studies philosophy: ‘I am not going to make the homework or go to the lessons, I would much rather busy myself with philosophy’
I that is
The push and pull of all; of philosophy itself, of books, of people
[Do you feel the attraction come and go?]
I want an art-language. A language that does not have its origin in the social theatre
Not the super-human but the super-social theatre
‘The human grass’
How laughably simple is the human animal that understands in terms of good and bad
I am a worldbreaker. The world (the social theatre) must first be broken to make it better, to make us aware of what it is
There is no other home than the social theatre. If I don’t feel at home there, where can I go?
If you start your theory and reasoning in the social theatre then that is super fun and cute but with that you will never go beyond the social theatre