It's with Lacan's conception of sexuality that he intersects with the desert: again, the point isn't that everything reduces to sex, but that sex reduces to everything: the sexual fantasy is symptomatic of what Peter Brown dubs that kernel of 'unsurrendered privacy' in the fallen heart; it's why redemption seems to so beautifully coincide with sociability in the Apophthegmata: there is nothing covert in the pure heart, no onanistic for-itself that enjoys in an obscene loop (the Gnostic analogue here is the charnel 'House of Secrets' in Scott Fincher's comic, that first primal veil drawn between the self and its community; Nietzsche's whinging about the Socratic rationalist split was too little, too late): we are sexual beings because we are private beings, or rather, sexuation is a deep correlate of the Pauli exclusion principle which we, as beings incarnated in a world of punitive limits, have elected to enjoy: a "spirit of the air" is a demon because it is a denizen of the Unlimited: it knows hunger without the digestive tract to act as a teleological check on that hunger: "bloat for the sake of bloat", per Bakker: we should say disembodied spirits are victims of a Pauli inclusion principle, where, crudely put, instead of two objects being forbidden from occupying the same point in space simultaneously, we have two objects forbidden from occupying anything other than that single point for any value of time: the fallen man is incarcerated in his body after death for what feel like subjective eons: this is what Gurdjieff means by the slug-man being interred in moon matter: he is buried in the solitude he fed with (his) life: it's funny how we hit on something like an inverted omniscience with Yaldabaoth and his planck eyes iterated endlessly throughout space and as space, a false god that wants to be everywhere and everywhen so as to be loved by everything, but continues to produce this world as his monument to unlove: we should curse this creature for making us notice our bodies: it's how we read those stories of monks tormented by their consciousness of some luxury in their cells that was pointed out to them, or otherwise blissfully ignorant of these same luxuries they were too pure to notice: the pristine Alyoshas of this world are the latter, the defiled the former: and it's maybe why the desert with its doctrine of so-called 'anteversive' salvation, a salvation that 'leans forward', has a leg up on the pagans with their retroversion to the One: the only way out is through, towards something like an impossible, futural virginity: it's on me now to notice a God for whom nothing is irrevocable precisely because everything is, a God of abject loserdom, the small bed in the corner, now seen: "I know a brother who spent a long time his cell using a small bed who said, 'I should have left my cell without making use of that small bed if no-one had told me it was there."
one thing I've noticed: it seems, and even the pic radiate it, you have contacted an apophatic pattern of the Orthodox Christianity. I see it by the hint of morbid self-penance. the masochistic accent on the suffering of Christ. never the triumph, never the neetzsch-pilled laughter and paradox but the moist of Christ's humiliation and weakness. that sweet meekness so delightful to archon type lasvicious perverts. and it, honestly, kind of, angers me. low key though. like 'bro you okay? remember your ancestral dynamis, the wellspring of racial jouissance'
>futural virginity
sus. it retraces the thing unto an incel-adjascent monad. which is poisoned.
>bro you okay?
No.
real, how could I forget. at times I know intimately one can meme the necessary state by believing it, by going through, conjuring the necessary pneuma, as the way towards the salvific horizon. but that would better work from within the gamer world – not our ontologically engineered mizraim.
>a God of abject loserdom
the other of creation. hints itself in the non-commercial. perhaps, mythic(?) creativity. Christ as emancipated from Christianity. form history. Christ as futurism. plus, the knowledge of sunyata. as Kierkegaard prayed for blindness for the things of the world.
You're holy jesterpilled and have been posting in my threads for years. Bless.
Sneed.
Why the frick is Lacan, the poor mans Freud and even poorer mans Jung, being incessantly shilled on this board lately??
Shlonak kheyoooo sho a5barak kif ummak nshallah mni7
>Syrian
Bleed to death
Mar Charbel was also syrian, so was your momma no matter how often you call yourself Phoenician in the mirror
rav shneed and mar chuck, yeah I remember that story. so, the two
at the store, selling ancient vases
and mar Chuck says:
'It's nice of the princess to invite uus over to a picnic party' but alas! rav Shneed could not hear, being busy eating ice cream.
so, mar Chuck took a more sober and detailed glance at the scholar in front of him – he was not there: sugar coated unawareness was imitating his friend of old. or was it merely a mirror, he thought and then.. – 'help me the Gods of the great Talmood! dispel the aletheia ia ia ia!' mar chuck exclaimed like the mad Swedenborg rolling in the ditch trying to ice his mystical fervour.
>dispel! the aletheia
fix. because otherwise it perverts the meaning
Most comprehensible schizopost
He's Lebanese you disingenuous little shit, from the Bekaa valley. have a nice day.
>no matter how often you call yourself Phoenician in the mirror
I don't see how that's relevant
Lebanon hasn’t even been a country for a centennial yet you idiot
Picrel is the average lebnani father of four btw
why does virginity is the pivotal point?
-because people, especially women, know that women cannot keep their legs closed
-because people know that most men never amount to anything
virginity is the best discriminant for people:
-good women are not tramps
-good men manage to make something of their lives (and, since women are loose by nature, fricking a woman is not so hard (if you do not frick a woman, you better be good at something else))
naturally, this utopia never occurs:
-women spread their legs chasing their fun, especially through good sex, thanks to the men ready to serve them
-very few men go beyond women
men never amount to anything besides providing entertainment for women, since providing for women is the easiest thing, especially when it comes to giving them gifts.
Ontological virginity, not sexual.
May I suggest something other than Orthocuckoldry for these last days, or at least for these post-death days?
Legitimately what is the Charbel-posting schizo's endgame
White Gnosis. No, not that kind of white.