\u201cThese\u2026 evil (and subtle) delights\u2026 never end.\u201d<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Shakespeare said: \u201cThese violent delights have violent ends\u201d\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n My phrase is merely the dark twist to the Juliet\u2019s warning to Rome, right after their first kiss \ud83d\udd25<\/p>\n\n\n\n It does not explode like the adolescent passion of Romeo and Juliet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n It simply persists, like a flavor that at first is delicious, and then you realize you can no longer live without it\u2026<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Epicurus\u2019 hedonistic calculus, his cold mathematical evaluation of the soul, aesthetic or kinetic pleasures (maximum pleasure, no pain<\/em>). \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Knowing it only raises the stakes in ready minds. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The dealer does not bluff \ud83d\ude0f<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Oh, the fervent devotion to independence; visceral rejection of norms that bind the spirit to the emotional, like an invisible prison. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Then the wonder of thinking is that there is always more\u2014a philosopher proposes an idea, documents it, and someone else arrives with other ideas\u2026 a whisper in your mind, and you pretend to listen or not \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n\n\n\n Diogenes and company spent their lives rejecting social conventions as prisons, including the emotional; they did not allow dependence on the applause of others. It was a fierce devotion to independence: \u201cI am free because nothing binds me, not even what I<\/em> \u2018should\u2019 fee<\/em>l.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n Epictetus said \u201cIt is not things themselves that disturb people, but their judgments about them<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n I think you\u2019re not hooked by the delight itself, but what you decide it means. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The high is in the mind \ud83d\ude0f<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n I say it is the label that disturbs, because once you know its meaning, it ceases to have intention\u2014I believe the unconscious operates in the pre-linguistic (and this from someone who handles 6 languages). <\/p>\n\n\n\n It moves in symbols, in unwritten codes, in the space between what is not yet and what is supposed to be.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Real poetry never makes it onto paper \u2764\ufe0f\u200d\ud83d\udd25<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jung said we are self & ego. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But he also said: \u201cThe self is not only the centre, but also the whole circumference which embraces both conscious and unconscious; it is the centre of this totality, just as the ego is the centre of consciousness.\u201d (Psychology and Alchemy, CW12).<\/p>\n\n\n\n I say that the self is the centre of the unconscious, and that after passing the superficial ego (not the one of your value but the one of applause\u2014that social mask), after that is the threshold; once you ditch the fake smile you enter the subconscious. And this would mean seeing the action in real time of your body and consciousness when it enters default state\u2014that is, seeing it in its first thought (body: needs), then seeing it in the contemplative thought (the one that thinks about why it thought of the need), and surpassing the third state, which is conscious action.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Let me put it simply:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Superficial ego<\/strong> = the social mask, dull ache. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Threshold<\/strong> = you leave behind external validation, the prison of normal emotions and social norms. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Deep ego<\/strong> = centre of real consciousness, not the pose, still conscious but without so much noise. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Self as centre of the unconscious<\/strong> = personal + collective, archetypes, un-faced shadows, the whisper I mentioned before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In summary, the true \u201cself\u201d is not after enlightened consciousness (the awakened), but in the centre of the unconscious abyss.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n This week I read this text:<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cWhen a woman begins to awaken from the ancient spell that binds her to the idea of marriage, she enters a threshold both luminous and terrifying. It is not rebellion against love, nor a disdain for union, but the first tremor of consciousness that whispers: you were not born to belong to another, you were born to your own soul. <\/p>\n\n\n\n For millennia the feminine psyche has been woven into the archetype of the bride, the one who waits, who yearns to be chosen, who measures her worth by the gaze of another. Yet beneath the soft image lies a hidden grief, the grief of the spirit that has mistaken captivity for connection. Marriage in its sacred origin was never meant to be a prison; it was a ritual enactment.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n Personally, I never chase men\u2014I mean, I never got the label of the bride archetype, I don\u2019t want it. But also I\u2019m not against it. If it happens\u2014happen, but not because I forced it. I prefer to think that there exists something in the middle, more real; that\u2019s what I really want.<\/p>\n\n\n\n You know, I\u2019m just too honest for fairy tales \ud83e\udd71<\/p>\n\n\n\n Choosing not to play the romantic-access card means I absorb that loneliness raw. And yes, it hurts twice because society still whispers that a \u201creal\u201d woman would secure a protector\/provider to smooth the path. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I refuse to anesthesia even if feels like rebellion\u2026 but if it is, maybe it\u2019s rebellion without applause.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I mean, I\u2019m not doing it for the story, it\u2019s just because the story bores me\u2014too much of the same \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8<\/p>\n\n\n\n Descartes\u2019 sharp mind-body split.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The Cartesian cut is not casual; I bring it to the table with intention. <\/p>\n\n\n\n The mind\u2014res cogitans\u2014is pure thought. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Unextended. Non-spatial but immortal in potential.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And the body\u2014res extensa\u2014is pure extension, mechanical matter, governed by physical laws. <\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Two distinct substances, like two tracks on a cassette that never quite touch… except, maybe that midpoint was in \u201cpineal gland\u201d, according with Descartes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That gap\u2014 cogito ergo sum\u2014 is born from there: \u201cI can doubt everything, even my body, but not that I am doubting\u201d\u2026 at this point the mind proves itself to itself as independent.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n I do not believe in the half-orange theory; if we must choose between fruit metaphors, I want to be the cherry on top\u2014that which makes a perfect masterpiece even better. <\/p>\n\n\n\n And that \u201cif it happens, it happens\u201d is not conformism\u2014it is sovereignty. I will not force a union to fill a void that does not exist. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I would never choose to be the cherry on a cake from scratch; I choose the cake I will eat. I am not the cook\u2014I am the diner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I am a perfect final detail \ud83d\udc8b<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n Knowing my value (myself) does not make me support feminism; it makes me aware that even though I am more bound as a woman by the Cartesian cut of the body, nevertheless his dualism validates that \u201cthe mind has no sex.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n I say that even when we have been bound to our emotions, it has been because we were never trained to see the emotion and control our behavior in the face of it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Me? Haha \ud83d\ude04<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was lucky to be raised by a military pappa\u2014he was the one who trained me, and I only share my vision with you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The devil side maybe resides inside us, but you can decide. And that is where the devil lives. Not in your choices\u2014but in the thrill of choosing \ud83d\ude08<\/p>\n\n\n\n No tidy conclusions here, just the shared vertigo of being awake enough to notice the vertigo. \u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bye now! \ud83d\udc8b<\/p>\n<\/div>\n\n\n\n \u201cThese\u2026 evil (and subtle) delights\u2026 never end.\u201d Shakespeare said: \u201cThese violent delights have violent ends\u201d\u00a0 My phrase is merely the dark twist to the Juliet\u2019s warning to Rome, right after their first kiss \ud83d\udd25 It does not explode like the adolescent passion of Romeo and Juliet. It simply persists, like a flavor that at first is delicious, and then you realize you can no longer live without it\u2026 Epicurus\u2019 hedonistic calculus, his cold mathematical evaluation of the soul, aesthetic or kinetic pleasures (maximum pleasure, no pain). \u00a0 Knowing it only raises the stakes in ready minds. The dealer does not bluff \ud83d\ude0f Oh, the fervent devotion to independence; visceral rejection of norms that bind the spirit to the emotional, like an invisible prison. Then the wonder of thinking is that there is always more\u2014a philosopher proposes an idea, documents it, and someone else arrives with other ideas\u2026 a whisper in your mind, and you pretend to listen or not \ud83d\ude09 Diogenes and company spent their lives rejecting social conventions as prisons, including the emotional; they did not allow dependence on the applause of others. It was a fierce devotion to independence: \u201cI am free because nothing binds me, not even what I \u2018should\u2019 feel.\u201d Epictetus said \u201cIt is not things themselves that disturb people, but their judgments about them.\u201d I think you\u2019re not hooked by the delight itself, but what you decide it means. The high is in the mind \ud83d\ude0f I say it is the label that disturbs, because once you know its meaning, it ceases to have intention\u2014I believe the unconscious operates in the pre-linguistic (and this from someone who handles 6 languages). It moves in symbols, in unwritten codes, in the space between what is not yet and what is supposed to be. Real poetry never makes it onto paper \u2764\ufe0f\u200d\ud83d\udd25 Jung said we are self & ego. But he also said: \u201cThe self is not only the centre, but also the whole circumference which embraces both conscious and unconscious; it is the centre of this totality, just as the ego is the centre of consciousness.\u201d (Psychology and Alchemy, CW12). I say that the self is the centre of the unconscious, and that after passing the superficial ego (not the one of your value but the one of applause\u2014that social mask), after that is the threshold; once you ditch the fake smile you enter the subconscious. And this would mean seeing the action in real time of your body and consciousness when it enters default state\u2014that is, seeing it in its first thought (body: needs), then seeing it in the contemplative thought (the one that thinks about why it thought of the need), and surpassing the third state, which is conscious action. Let me put it simply: Superficial ego = the social mask, dull ache. \u00a0 Threshold = you leave behind external validation, the prison of normal emotions and social norms. \u00a0 Deep ego = centre of real consciousness, not the pose, still conscious but without so much noise. \u00a0 Self as centre of the unconscious = personal + collective, archetypes, un-faced shadows, the whisper I mentioned before. In summary, the true \u201cself\u201d is not after enlightened consciousness (the awakened), but in the centre of the unconscious abyss. This week I read this text: \u201cWhen a woman begins to awaken from the ancient spell that binds her to the idea of marriage, she enters a threshold both luminous and terrifying. It is not rebellion against love, nor a disdain for union, but the first tremor of consciousness that whispers: you were not born to belong to another, you were born to your own soul. For millennia the feminine psyche has been woven into the archetype of the bride, the one who waits, who yearns to be chosen, who measures her worth by the gaze of another. Yet beneath the soft image lies a hidden grief, the grief of the spirit that has mistaken captivity for connection. Marriage in its sacred origin was never meant to be a prison; it was a ritual enactment.\u201d Personally, I never chase men\u2014I mean, I never got the label of the bride archetype, I don\u2019t want it. But also I\u2019m not against it. If it happens\u2014happen, but not because I forced it. I prefer to think that there exists something in the middle, more real; that\u2019s what I really want. You know, I\u2019m just too honest for fairy tales \ud83e\udd71 Choosing not to play the romantic-access card means I absorb that loneliness raw. And yes, it hurts twice because society still whispers that a \u201creal\u201d woman would secure a protector\/provider to smooth the path. I refuse to anesthesia even if feels like rebellion\u2026 but if it is, maybe it\u2019s rebellion without applause. I mean, I\u2019m not doing it for the story, it\u2019s just because the story bores me\u2014too much of the same \ud83d\ude2e\u200d\ud83d\udca8 Descartes\u2019 sharp mind-body split. The Cartesian cut is not casual; I bring it to the table with intention. The mind\u2014res cogitans\u2014is pure thought. Unextended. Non-spatial but immortal in potential. And the body\u2014res extensa\u2014is pure extension, mechanical matter, governed by physical laws. Two distinct substances, like two tracks on a cassette that never quite touch… except, maybe that midpoint was in \u201cpineal gland\u201d, according with Descartes. That gap\u2014 cogito ergo sum\u2014 is born from there: \u201cI can doubt everything, even my body, but not that I am doubting\u201d\u2026 at this point the mind proves itself to itself as independent. I do not believe in the half-orange theory; if we must choose between fruit metaphors, I want to be the cherry on top\u2014that which makes a perfect masterpiece even better. And that \u201cif it happens, it happens\u201d is not conformism\u2014it is sovereignty. I will not force a union to fill a void that does not exist. I would never choose to be the cherry on a cake from scratch; I choose the cake I will eat. I am not the cook\u2014I am the diner. I am a perfect final detail \ud83d\udc8b Knowing my value (myself) does not make me support feminism; it makes me aware that even though I am more bound as a woman by the Cartesian cut of the body, nevertheless his dualism validates that \u201cthe mind has no sex.\u201d I say that even when we have been bound to our emotions, it has been because we were never trained to see the emotion and control our behavior in the face of it. Me? Haha \ud83d\ude04 I was lucky to be raised by a military pappa\u2014he was the one who trained me, and I only share my vision with you. The devil side maybe resides inside us, but you can decide. And that is where the devil lives. 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