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Charles Bukowski, Nietzsche, megalomania, syphilis, genius, heroism, enigma, and mystery

excerpted from THE WAY OF WONDER: a return to the mystery of ourselves, by Jack Haas

 

                 

           

“Some people never go crazy/

what truly horrible lives they must lead.”

Charles Bukowski

 

 

To not grasp for respectable perspectives, nor reputable lives, but to hold fast in the trenches of ignorance, this is the heroism of the day. So it is that courage and endurance are needed by anyone perspicacious enough to see their journey through to the disastrous realm of unmeaning.

            We must all endure this route, in one way or another, to one extremity or another, for the true self is eventually born only from a sarcophagus containing the remains of all the corpses we once were, and which we, ourselves, did kill, with wise ignorance. The murderer is the murdered. Man is his own sacrifice, and his own mercy; man is his own meat. The mind is an abattoir, wonder is a knife.

Cioran declares this process for us, writing: “The artist abandoning his poem, exasperated by the indigence of words, prefigures the confusion of the mind discontented with the context of the existent. Incapacity to organize the elements- as stripped of meaning and savor as the words which express them- leads to the revelation of the void.”

To paraphrase this, if I may: our false meanings, false lives, and false selves cannot survive under the pressure of our own relentless scrutiny; we disappear into mystery under our own fiery gaze.

Which is to say, there is, for the mad and the mystic, no such thing as intelligence, only cold-blooded honesty.

“I want, once and for all, not to know many things”, bellowed the wearisome Nietzsche, sundered apart between the warring armies of megalomania, syphilis, and genius.

            We must, if we are to find what these individuals have found (though perhaps not to suffer what they have suffered), heroically return our limited interpretations back to the glorious enigma of being; just as a growing child would hand their training‑wheels back to their parents; though we must do this not because we are necessarily ready to ride, but because ...we are ready to crash.

 

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way of wonder, sacred geometry, sri yantra

 

 

THE WAY OF WONDER: a return to the mystery of ourselves

by Jack Haas

author Jack Haas, Canadian, American writer, artist, photographer

 

 

 

      

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