Nostalgia for Metaphysics
Maybe in the end we all have a nostalgic sense of loss for a metaphysical age that we cannot return to. Sadly. We know that we live by fictions and that anything – even the supposed Sciences – are all based on contemporary forms of knowledge and error, and knowing this we rewrite the cosmos in the flavors of our own contemporary mind-set. That this too will seem quaint a hundred or a few hundred years from now will be no less interesting than our look back upon the age from Parmenides to Kant and his progeny. We are the inheritors of outmoded forms of mental aberrations. We know this in our age and yet we, too, are caught in the mesh of believing we know something the ancients did not know which is of course just another metaphor for our own stupidity and errors.
Humans cannot even know who and what they are, and I doubt they ever will. We may become extinct in a hundred or a thousand years still questioning this thing we are along with the universe in which we reside and still not have the answers we seek.
We live in an answerless universe that beckons to us in its insurmountable strangeness, goads us to continue asking questions for answers that will always reflect more about our own errors than on the universe as it is in itself. Does it all matter? Probably not, but we continue to ask questions because we cannot do otherwise. This is our inherited desire and nemesis. We are bound to the physical and mental desires of our flesh and animal being, our deterministic ground if you will. Some seek to exit ‘desire’ altogether. They may someday succeed, but that is another tale and another kind of being – part of the posthuman future to which we are only dreamers in a mad thought.
My Schizo World…
The Collected Schizophrenias by Esmé Weijun Wang is, without doubt, an excellent journey into the personal experience and unraveling from within of this world. Having been diagnosed as Schizophrenic after Viet Nam I’ve learned to live with my condition and even pushed it to its limits all of my life, delving into the great writers and artists who’ve been in it and with the use of entheogens (psychedelics) for most of my adult life to explore this merger of consciousness with Being.
No one will ever understand it, some suffer it, others learn to flow with it. Most medical professionals have no clue what their dealing with, not being able to experience it themselves they observe and obsess over it from the outside which is like studying a roach on the wall. No. We are not crazy, we are different, but we have a place in the world.
Ancients had systems that allowed for it: the shamans in the worlds of flight; the Voduns in the realm of dance and spirit-possession. In our age, those formed by this condition find their own way or with other explorers in discovering a way to survive in a world of Normals.
I’ve often thought that we are the next thing, the posthuman creatures who have and are evolving beyond the human normal codes into avenues of existence few can know or understand. Of course, this is just speculation and probably wrong but it comoforts me anyway.