We’re constantly correcting, and correcting ourselves, most rigorously, because we recognize at every moment that we did it all wrong (wrote it, thought it, made it all wrong), acted all wrong, how we acted all wrong, that everything to this point in time is a falsification, so we correct this falsification, and then we again correct the correction of this falsification and we correct the result of the correction of a correction andsoforth, so Roithamer.
We’re constantly correcting, and correcting ourselves, most rigorously, because we recognize at every moment that we did it all wrong (wrote it, thought it, made it all wrong), acted all wrong, how we acted all wrong, that everything to this point in time is a falsification, so we correct this falsification, and then we again correct the correction of this falsification and we correct the result of the correction of a correction andsoforth, so Roithamer.
“Fine,” I objected, “but what then comprises the worth of the individual? Why do we still strive for things when everything is already there within us?”
“Stop right there” Pistorius shouted. “There’s a big difference between merely carrying the world inside you and knowing that you do! A madman can produce ideas that resemble Plato’s, and a pious little schoolboy in a Herrnhut institute can creatively reconstruct profound mythological associations in his mind, ideas to be found in the Gnostics or Zoroaster. But he doesn’t know he’s doing it! He’s a tree or a stone, at best an animal, just as long as he doesn’t know that. But when the first spark of that knowledge glimmers, he becomes a human being. You certainly don’t consider all the bipeds running around the street to be human being merely because they walk upright and carry their young for nine months? After all, you see how many of them are fish or sheep, worms or leeches, how many are ants, how many are bees! Now, each one of them has the potentiality of becoming a human being, but only when he senses that potential, when he even learns to be conscious of it to some degree, does that potential belong to him.”
“Fine,” I objected, “but what then comprises the worth of the individual? Why do we still strive for things when everything is already there within us?”
“Stop right there” Pistorius shouted. “There’s a big difference between merely carrying the world inside you and knowing that you do! A madman can produce ideas that resemble Plato’s, and a pious little schoolboy in a Herrnhut institute can creatively reconstruct profound mythological associations in his mind, ideas to be found in the Gnostics or Zoroaster. But he doesn’t know he’s doing it! He’s a tree or a stone, at best an animal, just as long as he doesn’t know that. But when the first spark of that knowledge glimmers, he becomes a human being. You certainly don’t consider all the bipeds running around the street to be human being merely because they walk upright and carry their young for nine months? After all, you see how many of them are fish or sheep, worms or leeches, how many are ants, how many are bees! Now, each one of them has the potentiality of becoming a human being, but only when he senses that potential, when he even learns to be conscious of it to some degree, does that potential belong to him.”
When we are obsessed with an idea and suddenly have an opportunity to realize this idea, because we have been constantly and incessantly preoccupied with this idea and always to the highest degree, always concentrated upon this idea (see Cone), until we become nothing but a mind concentrated only on this idea, when we can make our prediction come true, no matter how crazy we’ve been thought to be and even considered ourselves to be on account of such an idea. When despite everything we’ve succeeded in the realization of this idea. When for years, for decades, we’ve paid attention to nothing but this idea, with which we are identical. We achieve only that aim upon which we concentrate one hundred percent, including our so-called subconscious, when we pay heed to nothing but this one aim for the longest time until we have fulfilled this aim. When we are always aware of the fact that everything unites in conspiring against our aim, that everything outside ourselves and very often too a great deal within ourselves is nothing but a conspiracy against our plan, against our aim. When we ruthlessly take a stand, and most ruthlessly of all against everything that obstructs our work toward our aim, everything that torpedoes our aim, until we finally take a stand against ourselves, because we also can no longer believe that we can achieve our aim despite this whole comprehensive, all-comprehending resistance and therefore revulsion against our aim, because we are constantly attacked by doubts of ourselves and thereby of our aim and become weakened by these doubts, which makes it seem impossible that we will achieve our aim, but we must allow nothing, “nothing” is underlined, to deter us from our aim, as I have never let myself be deterred from an aim of mine, so Roithamer, for, so Roithamer, everything is always against every aim.
When we are obsessed with an idea and suddenly have an opportunity to realize this idea, because we have been constantly and incessantly preoccupied with this idea and always to the highest degree, always concentrated upon this idea (see Cone), until we become nothing but a mind concentrated only on this idea, when we can make our prediction come true, no matter how crazy we’ve been thought to be and even considered ourselves to be on account of such an idea. When despite everything we’ve succeeded in the realization of this idea. When for years, for decades, we’ve paid attention to nothing but this idea, with which we are identical. We achieve only that aim upon which we concentrate one hundred percent, including our so-called subconscious, when we pay heed to nothing but this one aim for the longest time until we have fulfilled this aim. When we are always aware of the fact that everything unites in conspiring against our aim, that everything outside ourselves and very often too a great deal within ourselves is nothing but a conspiracy against our plan, against our aim. When we ruthlessly take a stand, and most ruthlessly of all against everything that obstructs our work toward our aim, everything that torpedoes our aim, until we finally take a stand against ourselves, because we also can no longer believe that we can achieve our aim despite this whole comprehensive, all-comprehending resistance and therefore revulsion against our aim, because we are constantly attacked by doubts of ourselves and thereby of our aim and become weakened by these doubts, which makes it seem impossible that we will achieve our aim, but we must allow nothing, “nothing” is underlined, to deter us from our aim, as I have never let myself be deterred from an aim of mine, so Roithamer, for, so Roithamer, everything is always against every aim.
We’re constantly correcting, and correcting ourselves, most rigorously, because we recognize at every moment that we did it all wrong (wrote it, thought it, made it all wrong), acted all wrong, how we acted all wrong, that everything to this point in time is a falsification, so we correct this falsification, and then we again correct the correction of this falsification and we correct the result of the correction of a correction andsoforth, so Roithamer.
We’re constantly correcting, and correcting ourselves, most rigorously, because we recognize at every moment that we did it all wrong (wrote it, thought it, made it all wrong), acted all wrong, how we acted all wrong, that everything to this point in time is a falsification, so we correct this falsification, and then we again correct the correction of this falsification and we correct the result of the correction of a correction andsoforth, so Roithamer.
So we never exist as the person that we are right now, but are always nothing but different, and, if we are lucky, just barely anything, so Roithamer.
So we never exist as the person that we are right now, but are always nothing but different, and, if we are lucky, just barely anything, so Roithamer.
Correction of the correction of the correction of the correction, so Roithamer.
Correction of the correction of the correction of the correction, so Roithamer.
I want to live inside the Cone
I want to live inside the Cone
Every correction is destruction, annihilation, so Roithamer.
Every correction is destruction, annihilation, so Roithamer.
“Fine,” I objected, “but what then comprises the worth of the individual? Why do we still strive for things when everything is already there within us?”
“Stop right there” Pistorius shouted. “There’s a big difference between merely carrying the world inside you and knowing that you do! A madman can produce ideas that resemble Plato’s, and a pious little schoolboy in a Herrnhut institute can creatively reconstruct profound mythological associations in his mind, ideas to be found in the Gnostics or Zoroaster. But he doesn’t know he’s doing it! He’s a tree or a stone, at best an animal, just as long as he doesn’t know that. But when the first spark of that knowledge glimmers, he becomes a human being. You certainly don’t consider all the bipeds running around the street to be human being merely because they walk upright and carry their young for nine months? After all, you see how many of them are fish or sheep, worms or leeches, how many are ants, how many are bees! Now, each one of them has the potentiality of becoming a human being, but only when he senses that potential, when he even learns to be conscious of it to some degree, does that potential belong to him.”
so Roithamer?
“Fine,” I objected, “but what then comprises the worth of the individual? Why do we still strive for things when everything is already there within us?”
“Stop right there” Pistorius shouted. “There’s a big difference between merely carrying the world inside you and knowing that you do! A madman can produce ideas that resemble Plato’s, and a pious little schoolboy in a Herrnhut institute can creatively reconstruct profound mythological associations in his mind, ideas to be found in the Gnostics or Zoroaster. But he doesn’t know he’s doing it! He’s a tree or a stone, at best an animal, just as long as he doesn’t know that. But when the first spark of that knowledge glimmers, he becomes a human being. You certainly don’t consider all the bipeds running around the street to be human being merely because they walk upright and carry their young for nine months? After all, you see how many of them are fish or sheep, worms or leeches, how many are ants, how many are bees! Now, each one of them has the potentiality of becoming a human being, but only when he senses that potential, when he even learns to be conscious of it to some degree, does that potential belong to him.”
so Roithamer?
so Roithamer
so Roithamer
CORRECTION@Mean Week:
Because we have to concentrate all our mental and physical forces on just getting along, without achieving anything beyond that, so Roithamer.
CORRECTION@Mean Week:
Because we have to concentrate all our mental and physical forces on just getting along, without achieving anything beyond that, so Roithamer.
CORRECTION at CORRECTION@Mean Weak:
we know nothing, everything is open, nothing, so Roithamer
CORRECTION at CORRECTION@Mean Weak:
we know nothing, everything is open, nothing, so Roithamer
When we wake up, we feel ashamed, waking up is the always frightening minimum of existence, so Roithamer.
When we wake up, we feel ashamed, waking up is the always frightening minimum of existence, so Roithamer.
All of you combined do not add up to one pimple on Bernhard’s ass.
All of you combined do not add up to one pimple on Bernhard’s ass.
that’s ok.
that’s ok.
I never said it wasn’t. Just making an observation.
hesse is so roithamer
I never said it wasn’t. Just making an observation.
hesse is so roithamer
i understand.
i understand.
Good. At least someone around here grasps their insignificance.
Good. At least someone around here grasps their insignificance.
all of us combined do not add up to one pimple on dark wing duck’s ass and that dude wasn’t even real.
all of us combined do not add up to one pimple on dark wing duck’s ass and that dude wasn’t even real.
yeah. i just like to hang out and stuff. i like books. it is a blog. i like bernhard but i also like the show renovation realities. i write too.
amen.
yeah. i just like to hang out and stuff. i like books. it is a blog. i like bernhard but i also like the show renovation realities. i write too.
amen.
prefer gizmoduck
prefer gizmoduck
you would
you would
‘All of you combined do not add up to one pimple on Bernhard’s ass.’
should read: ‘All of us combined do not add up to one pimple on Bernhard’s ass.’
‘All of you combined do not add up to one pimple on Bernhard’s ass.’
should read: ‘All of us combined do not add up to one pimple on Bernhard’s ass.’
Mean Week@CORRECTION at CORRECTION@Mean Week:
When we are obsessed with an idea and suddenly have an opportunity to realize this idea, because we have been constantly and incessantly preoccupied with this idea and always to the highest degree, always concentrated upon this idea (see Cone), until we become nothing but a mind concentrated only on this idea, when we can make our prediction come true, no matter how crazy we’ve been thought to be and even considered ourselves to be on account of such an idea. When despite everything we’ve succeeded in the realization of this idea. When for years, for decades, we’ve paid attention to nothing but this idea, with which we are identical. We achieve only that aim upon which we concentrate one hundred percent, including our so-called subconscious, when we pay heed to nothing but this one aim for the longest time until we have fulfilled this aim. When we are always aware of the fact that everything unites in conspiring against our aim, that everything outside ourselves and very often too a great deal within ourselves is nothing but a conspiracy against our plan, against our aim. When we ruthlessly take a stand, and most ruthlessly of all against everything that obstructs our work toward our aim, everything that torpedoes our aim, until we finally take a stand against ourselves, because we also can no longer believe that we can achieve our aim despite this whole comprehensive, all-comprehending resistance and therefore revulsion against our aim, because we are constantly attacked by doubts of ourselves and thereby of our aim and become weakened by these doubts, which makes it seem impossible that we will achieve our aim, but we must allow nothing, “nothing” is underlined, to deter us from our aim, as I have never let myself be deterred from an aim of mine, so Roithamer, for, so Roithamer, everything is always against every aim.
Mean Week@CORRECTION at CORRECTION@Mean Week:
When we are obsessed with an idea and suddenly have an opportunity to realize this idea, because we have been constantly and incessantly preoccupied with this idea and always to the highest degree, always concentrated upon this idea (see Cone), until we become nothing but a mind concentrated only on this idea, when we can make our prediction come true, no matter how crazy we’ve been thought to be and even considered ourselves to be on account of such an idea. When despite everything we’ve succeeded in the realization of this idea. When for years, for decades, we’ve paid attention to nothing but this idea, with which we are identical. We achieve only that aim upon which we concentrate one hundred percent, including our so-called subconscious, when we pay heed to nothing but this one aim for the longest time until we have fulfilled this aim. When we are always aware of the fact that everything unites in conspiring against our aim, that everything outside ourselves and very often too a great deal within ourselves is nothing but a conspiracy against our plan, against our aim. When we ruthlessly take a stand, and most ruthlessly of all against everything that obstructs our work toward our aim, everything that torpedoes our aim, until we finally take a stand against ourselves, because we also can no longer believe that we can achieve our aim despite this whole comprehensive, all-comprehending resistance and therefore revulsion against our aim, because we are constantly attacked by doubts of ourselves and thereby of our aim and become weakened by these doubts, which makes it seem impossible that we will achieve our aim, but we must allow nothing, “nothing” is underlined, to deter us from our aim, as I have never let myself be deterred from an aim of mine, so Roithamer, for, so Roithamer, everything is always against every aim.