It’s evolution baby. You can’t do anything about it, you just can do anything else when you do it.
Beyond good and evil relaxes from contingent external moral codes and eases and complicates life in its constructed-reduced aspect(s).
It let’s a constructed being (a composition in a „self-„, „world“-, etc.-serialisation) live besides the reductions of „good and evil“, but it doesn’t free you from the task of existence.
„It’s important how you live, not how you die out“; says the Trilobite to me.
Toril Moi asks us: What can women become? And with that – not competing with it, and not congruent with it – the question is (existentialist as: search, adventurous quest and task): What can all human beings become?
„To become“ here meant as: acting and reflecting, not status and fixed content.
Amongst other works:
Moi, Toril – The Adventure of Reading: Literature and Philosophy, Cavell and Beauvoir. Literature and Theology (2011) 25 (2): 125-140.
Moi, Toril – Simone de Beauvoir. The making of an intellectual woman. 2nd edition (2008). Oxford, New York: Oxford University Press.
Is it better to be unsure than to be surely wrong/sure but wrong?
„What is wrong anyway“, asks the poststructuralist.
„But what is sure anyway you also have to ask“ I, as subjective, non-fixated but perspectively-in-the-moment-existent I – and in my role as existentialist – answer.
I like autumn and spring. I also like all of the four seasons as I like variety. So, a summer would be nice too.
Somehow I like this years (so far) Very long April-Summer. It’s a mixture of spring-temperatures, wind and (fortunately mostly relatively clement) storms, hefty or continual rain and a suddenly reappaering sunniness.
As a presage for ‚global cooling‘ I am certainly afraid of this weather on the abstract and spiritual level. But as a concrete phenomenon it’s quite fascinating. Although ‚the weather‘ is also classical small-talk, it can be watched, felt and lived with (and against). Hopefully we will still be able to cope with the weather and stand each other. Sometimes distant (us inside the house etc.), sometimes more direct – running around naked, dancing and swimming and lying on the genderless earth.
Oh, now it’s raining again. After only a short break rain came back. To me, it is nice to watch and hear the rain pouring or rippling (and sometimes it can be a concrete or abstract enjoyment) – as long as I know that there will a change and dryness will come again. So that the earth, in concrete our soils, our platforms for life (with their social stages etc.) and the constructions upon it, will not be washed away completely (as some eco- or christian- or other -religious people may speak out for).
Let the sunshine in – it’s the inner weather that counts. As long as there is a concrete outside weather we can, as humans and setting ideology aside, deal with.
Coffin culture (and couture? Do we have a special scene clothing? Or is clothing optional at our meetings?)
The Coffin culture club. Meets every Monday at the vault of unfulfilled dreams. Everything you couldn’t say and do
communication and acting
in life. Because social feelings and hegemonial meanings inhibited you: Say it in death! Join the Coffin culture club: From breakfast to break even we are discussing hot topics and low visions? Emancipate yourself, to be able to be a good subject for yours and others. To be a social being, you got to be an individual.
Not shaped 100% externally. At least not by just one source -> Mainstream and hegemony. You can follow that path partially. But it’s not the only one and you know it. Feel it. Think (of) it. And maybe do it. From time to time. And develop these old/new experiences in loose social connections.
Death has no social restrictions. And no meaning. From nihilism to existentialism or postmodernism. It’s all possible at the Coffin club. You can always leave, but can you join?
Life: Do it or join us.