praxis is when something happens that i like

i do respect arthropods though . those are people

i don't respect anyone. you're all bugs to me

genuinely i think if scale degrees were labeled starting from zero it wouldve saved me

antifa? what's wrong with scale degree iv?

i don't want to go to work i want to get drunk and make out with women

when r they releasing Vaginal Disk

@fiore flowers blooms in your soul!

the contemporary trauma-therapeutic industrial complex exists for the sole purpose of denying the knowledge and conversation with the Outside caused by trauma.

OF course, there is the contemporary physiological/psycological/neuroscientific view of trauma, involving an experience that is too extreme, too terrifying to cope wit in the moment, leading to a (mostly temporary) conditioned aversion to the traumatic stimulus, or things associated with it. Indeed, for most people, dealing with single traumas, this is the experience; something terrifying happened, eventually, though, it faded away, the trauma was "overcome" (forgotten, the behaviour extincted).

There is the old or "folk" view of trauma as some sort of cowardice, of a moral failing. One is traumatized because they are too weak, or because they lack a moral backbone. Trauma as evidence of a weak will, a lacking determination. But the record of the broken brave, dealing with the annihilation of sense, of reason, the eternal return to the moment of defeat (and often, of triumph) betrays this conception. Indeed, many urged on to great bravery, to great ambition, do so because of the seed of knowledge planted in them b early traumatic experiences. Without the goad of the vision of chaos, where would most the names of history be?

In Bataille's limit experience we have something approaching a veridical account of what trauma may be: an experience so beyond the expectations, so beyond the norms, so incomprehensible the blinders of stability, comprehensibility, and above all, language, are momentarily ripped off; the absolute incomprehensibility of reality and the ultimate impotence of the "self" made clear, in a moment of cruel insight.

Trauma as an ultimately aletheic experience, then. In a single moment, the doors of perception are flung wide, wide open, and the searing light of reality overexposes the sensitive film of the soul.

friend just came out as a girl #winning #theAgenda

@fiore dont worry fiore! i cant see your banjo loop but ive asked grok to recreate it and turn it into a full song: liseten here

it's bad

ah yes this is the fedi vibe i remember

dykey middle-aged lady praising me at work x.x

some chinese folk religion planchette writings say new hells (like with punishments for sins involving reckless driving) or existing hells (such as the "hand-searing hell" (烙手指小地獄) initially used clothes irons to sear sinners' hands, but now modernized their punishment by searing the sinners' hands on iron rails tied with springs) are created as the world changes

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