Sun, 01/18/2009 — Sak
Why is our body, for us, the mirror of our being, unless because it is a natural self, a current of given existence, with the result that we never know whether the forces which bear us on are its or ours -- or with the result rather that they are never entirely either its or ours. There is no outstripping of sexuality any more than there is any sexuality enclosed within itself. No one is saved and no one is totally lost.
Thu, 01/15/2009 — Fasteriskhead
Hello and good afternoon, dear Andore readers!
I admit to being surprised when the editors of this fine site first asked me to pen something on their behalf. It's not often that retired Interpol agents get looked up, especially after that whole misunderstanding from a several years back regarding a few dead bodies and a long vacation in the Hague with the International Criminal Court. People tend not to want to publish your essays after that.
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Wed, 01/14/2009 — Ackman
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a yeti throwing a human face into an ice wall—forever.
Thu, 08/04/2005 — Fasteriskhead
When I confront a human being as my Thou and speak the basic word I-Thou to him, then he is no thing among things nor does he consist of things.
He is no longer He or She, limited by other Hes or Shes, a dot in the world grid of space and time, nor a condition that can be experienced and described, a loose bundle of named qualities. Neighborless and seamless, he is Thou and fills the firmament. Not as if there were nothing but he; but everything else lives in his light.
...The human being to whom I say Thou I do not "experience." But I stand in relation to him, in the sacred basic word. Only when I step out of this do I "experience" him again. Experience is remoteness from Thou.
The relation can obtain even if the human being to whom I say Thou does not hear it in his experience. For Thou is more than It knows. Thou does more, and more happens to it, than It knows. No deception reaches this far: here is the cradle of actual life.
Wed, 09/29/2004 — Fasteriskhead
The first question I ask myself when something doesn't seem to be beautiful is why do I think it's not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.
Wed, 09/01/2004 — Fasteriskhead
"Paralleling the archaic belief in the celestial archetypes of cities and temples, and even more fully attested by documents, there is, we find, another series of beliefs, which refer to their being invested with the prestige of the Center... The architectonic symbolism of the Center may be formulated as follows:
- The Sacred Mountain - where heaven and earth meet - is situated at the center of the world.
- Every temple or palace - and, by extension, every sacred city or royal residence - is a sacred mountain, thus becoming a Center.
- Being an 'axis mundi,' the sacred city or temple is regarded as the meeting point of heaven, earth, and hell."
-Mircea Eliade, The Myth of the Eternal Return