Why does natural selection no longer apply to humans?

Because wealth is what ensures survival: they say wealth is attained by those who are the smartest, with the most intelligence, and so intelligence would be the trait that ensures survival; those who do not have intelligence will soon become extinct for they will not be able to survive: but with connections anyone can make money. Can connections be the desired trait that in ensuring wealth ensures survival? Nietzsche says that we send the strong off to war and so only the weak are left, it is they who survive. But in a world where morality is operative at all times, the pity that resentiment demands, the care of the strong for the weak, the poor, in the name of Christianity ensures everyone's survival: and affirmative action! We help those who have fallen down back to their feet: then anyone can try and thats all it takes to make money, to survive. Effort, intelligence and connections are those dominant traits that ensure survival, those without them will be left behind, unless we keep picking them up. Selection becomes artificial back rubbing, who'll work the hardest and who's the brightest are the ones who'll succeed. But do you need money to have children?

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A continuation to Shelly's "Rose leaves, when the rose is dead":

Peace, a time long overdue
gives to death its darkened hue;
war, a time long far from gone,
is what peace relies upon!

Feeling, when touch disappears,
stays with us through all our years;
life, a state yet unattained,
fell from bliss when last it rained.

But time, which we shall never know,
is the effervescent glow,
that brings down in storms all our tears,
even throughout our final years.

Make the moment and make it right,
up until the world's final night;
cease the anguish, remorse, and pain
and send the rain back to where it came.

Revolution:
a baby cries when it doesn't get what it needs, what it wants;
the dog barks
but all we can do is blow ourselves up,
and we still don't get what we want

Words, just words

But in Order they create meanings:

despair, sin
guilt, regret
repentence, hope
thinking, despair
sorrow, repression
suffering, pain:
man's eternal lot

ressentiment
revolution
regret
And again
The course of history
Does this leave room
for progress?

When can we ever have redemption?

Will we ever forgive ourselves?

Will we ever learn from our mistakes?

Do we get better or worse, improve or deteriorate?

One thing is for certain: decay.

That is what growth is.

Freedom: not to have to worry about being killed.

And the freedom to worry about whatever you want.

As the lights in the windows have all shut off and the city begins to fall asleep:

No sleep for three days thinking:
thinking and being, their
identity and difference:
no reconciliation

At least I don't cease breathing
as I move back and forth between hope and despair

As darkness falls hope appears

calm, the sea
floating
a patch of
brown -
life slowly
disappears -
red turns navy
the sky
slowly
will kill us:
calm, when
no more life
can subsist
on this planet.
We are lucky
to live
to think
to feel:
especially
to be able
to acknowledge
this...

A short poem about relationships

Away, afar,
how close
you still are.
Together, near,
how far
away you seem.
No tears
but I'll dream
that it were different.

The proximity in distance and the distance in proximity.

The meanings of sounds and colors

Blue and Grey
melancholy
white and silence
serenity
Black and Loud
hate
Green
love, care
Purple
their absence
Red
Revenge
Yellow
I'm not sure, heat?
This is just what they mean to me, what do sounds and colors mean to you?

Time

"Time will say nothing but I told you so" - Auden

How can he restrict what time says to just one thing. Doesn't time have more to say than this?
Time will say how could you have done such a thing, why did such and such have to happen, could I have done that better, or why can I not reverse what has been done?
But we can also be content or pleased with having done what we should have, the best thing we could have done, with the right intentions, having willed our actions and being proud or happy with the outcome.
Time will, although, reveal to us our fate, the way it was meant to be for us, the way it was and is whether we like it or not.
The future is a mystery, that only time can reveal, breach, and if anything it is the future that always reveals the "I told you so" that the present says to the past.
But the truth is that time is always changing and can never be pinned down to just one thing: we can never know the truth about time, but it is time that reveals to us the truth, which is always and forever a part of time.
It remains a labyrinth with no exit...

"If I could tell you I would let you know"

Party

Nextdoor - I could ask them to turn the music down; or I could join them: but I wouldn't know what to say. I would freeze up and end up just listening when I have so much to say that they ought to listen to, that they would want to hear. I fear my eloquence and intelligence would not fit in with a crowd of ignorant ambitious 9-5ers. People enjoy discussing nonsense, talking about nothing, while I cannot stand to lack meaning: if you cannot tell me something I don't know, some truth I haven't heard, why would I even talk with you, unless you appreciate that I am teaching you, and yearn to hear what I have to say next, which I find, in many places such as at class, but would never instantly find at a party, unless I could act so "cool" as to intimidate others to want to speak to me at which point I would just suceed in overcoming whatever it is they would have to say. But why attempt to act "cool", another abstract concept with no meaning. Cool is what we live for most of our lives, what attracts; but this shows that you care more about how others see you than about how you see yourself: be who you want to be, not what society trys to get everyone to want to conform to. I don't need reassurance that I am irrefutable, irresistable, wonderful, overwhelming, amazing (pretentious), insane; or to the contrary. I believe myself, and that is enough.

While rotating round a star

which grows
hotter
until
we can no longer
live:
these little creatures
who created knowing,
whose truth was a lie,
will end: existence
will continue,
in other forms
unrecognizable,
will it then be?
Perhaps Being itself
then ends,
an endless end.
Our lonely planet
will miss us:
the universe will
too, these
inquisitive conquerers.
Perhaps sooner
a black hole
will engulf us.
Tragedy.
Very Nietzsche, I must add.

Or as Baudelaire says: "Le monde s'endort dans une chaude lumiere": The world will be engulfed by a hot light/scorching flame, predicting the end of mankind by their own means, nuclear war, or by a supernova from a nearby star, which could happen at any moment, not to scare anyone...

Remedies for troubles

If you cannot bear it any longer have hope that it will not always be like it is now, that it will improve with time, which heals all ills. If you regret something you did know that it was meant to happen, that you willed it, and THAT you willed it means that you have taken responsibility, which should make you proud. Make the past as if you willed everything you did. If you are upset about what someone else has done to you, do not seek revenge which will only spur on anger and resentment, but rather forgive even the unforgiveable (true forgiveness), in which case from now on you will always have the upper hand over that person who knows that you should have done something but didn't, something he/she will always, undoubtedly, thank and commend you for. If someone has left you it is natural that as you have built your lives around each other there is going to be pain in this initial separation, but was the pleasure worth it? Can you live by yourself? I'm not saying be a recluse but rather that one must be able to live by oneself in order to truly enjoy and make the most of any relationship, for if you cannot live alone you always fear the other leaving you and you try too hard to keep the relationship alive, in which case the other will get tired, bored, angry, and will want to leave you, or kick you out. Learn to live alone and then find someone else, for there are always people out there who are better for you, with you, even than the one you thought was perfect. If you are bored try to enjoy waiting, the most natural state for us to be in. If you have begun to hate everything, try new things that you have never tasted, done, experienced before, or think: "I won't be here forever, when I'm old I will look back at my life and regret that I wasted it suffering when there is so much pleasure to be had!" I say you can make a heaven a hell or a hell a heaven, but the point is that YOU MAKE your happiness, it is not given to you, or does not come to you, but it lies in how you see the world in the situation you are in. The keys to the door of the mystery of life are to be found below, not so hidden - you can enter power, peace, bliss, or just play - by an Antinomy: Oliver

If you want to die, think twice, read this

As I sit here and think
I try so hard not to blink
the world is spinning round my head
sometimes I think it'd be better if I were dead.

As the sky is falling
and my mom is calling:
I think again, the same
I feel I am to blame
And everyone else would be so sad
It would be revenge against my dad.
But I would not be there to see it;
in it, there would be no pleasure,
these dreams, hallucinations
are all we have, all we have.
We are dying everyday, anyway,
so why end, change your fate

I know I'm now too late
for some, for many
but to save lives
it could be just about any
body, to stop the knives
as they near the veins,
swirving into the wrong lanes,
out the building window
to the ground below.

To be no more: why?
Life may be suffering,
but something is
better than nothing:
for those joyous moments
it is worth living.
and who knows
what the future holds...
When you feel so bad
you could die, know
that it can't get
any worse, but only
better.

While holding a ball of fire given to me by the gods

The world sleeps
Crossing
into the Open
where Being
can find no rest.
Insomnia: this
ball of rock
still turns.
On the other side
there are those
who go about
aimlessly,
while we,
at least to recharge,
have purpose.
Sleep is
the most natural state.
Soon, those who do not sleep,
will take our jobs...

As the lights at the top of the Hancock flicker in the light polluted semi-darkness:

To ground:
retrogressively
I wander
amidst the nothing
in the abyss,
lost in the desert
I see a mirage:
the unity of human reality.
But reality? How abstract!
Nothing: I go to drink
the water and fill
my face with sand.
Left with despair
It comes to me:
I must live
with illusions,
for hope is not
to be found
elsewhere.
Then, I think
I know I think,
and out of myself
the fountain emerges.

Thinking about you

The world sleeps
and I am alone
or am I?
I am with myself,
who keeps me company
in everything.
One must be able
to live with oneself
to be able to live
with another.
But is there a self?
To live with.
Are we not just
a part of
everyone else?
A self only
in relation
to someone else.
But solitude
presupposes community;
we are never alone.
My last fear. But
Shut off or
think unadmittance.

Why

Do I choose to say so much and speak so little, when I express, and I express!, that we ought do the opposite? I choose who reads this. I choose who gets to know this. Whoever I believe, and my judgment is not good, is worthy of power/freedom/liberation. But none of this will work on anyone who first has not managed to quell their anger into nothing, to no one who has not questioned themselves, the world, to no one who does not want to change. But what is on offer is simply the meaninglessness of despair, painkillers for those searching for the truth that constantly evades them, ways to incorporate into the way you act so that you can annihilate those who mock you, mentally, and a life of peace. I read constantly, on the path towards the godhead, and I aim to bring people up to the gods with me, those to whom I offer a chariot.

The secret of the Game

Who can speak the most
and say the least?

Stand outside the one with
disassociation
indifference
unadmittance
to Being.
Make yourself at home
and you are back within,
Only with incessant acknowledgment
can you return
to you birth place,
to where the heart is,
to where peace lies
above the dominating
many who seek
only to win.
You can be
above the game
if only you choose
to appear
subordinate:
retaining
through unadmittance
the answers you believe
no one else deserves
to have.

You who understand will learn anticipation and when the right moment arrives, around the right people, you will be able to display what overcoming overcoming is all about: if you constantly think "unadmittance" no one can ever know what you're thinking! The way: Listening until there is nothing you haven't heard, at which point restart, and the world becomes yours: but remember that the best way to keep a secret is to say without saying, to, as Abraham to Isaac, say without revealing, "God will provide the lamb my son", an answer that doesn't lie, but neither does it tell the truth. Now, my child, accept this teaching and go on your way, for you are now able to rule your world.

Ambivalence and Ambiguity

Can I
write
think
speak
when it feels as if
the world is caving in?
Being is a weight
on my shoulder;
a chip
I cannot remove.
I feel cold:
it enters through
the light...
It is the light:
I feel good
I feel bad,
we never know
who
how
what...
Do I want to or not?
Yes and No
But is what
we cannot escape.
Ambivalence and Ambiguity

I want to publish this poem because...BUT I feel as if it is too revealing. When there are no Buts we are lying to ourselves. There is always something more, something we would rather, prefer. There is always a But: the but we most often use, that has no justificatory value is lazyness: I would do the dishes BUT I'm too lazy. I'm not saying to stop using the BUT, to stop thinking the BUT, but to appreciate its use as higlighting the ambiguity and ambivalence that is at the nature of human existence. We can, although, overcome while preserving these dualities(that always work simultaneously): sublation. End teaching.

Ramble

I’ve got to reconcile this dilemma that is affecting me so much in my life.

Nomadic ramblings with my weight on my left foot
Twisted sideways to create a pain that feels relieved when I lift up my foot
to escape the strain
But I want the pain again and again
And I keep hurting myself without noticing the hurt
But acknowledging the relief
My glasses come off, for they impede my short distance vision
I only need them to see the board
As I sit in the back of the classroom
Silent
Taking in bits of the lecture
Disconnecting
Going into my own head because I find inspiration to think
To myself
When I lose inspiration with myself
I have to inspire myself
Self-motivation
And I stop writing
I stop thinking
I stop doing
I stop...

I release my foot from the pain
And it all comes back again.
I fear it will always be the same
Repetition is to blame
The best already came
Create a new name
I’ll call myself lame
Desiring fame
We’re all the same
All equally to blame
And guilt becomes shame
And the pain comes back again.

Dying

Every breath is one less
Every second
goes
and soon
too soon
all is gone.
But we
will continue.

Love

Love is an abstract concept and, as such, related to itself, in itself, it is nothing. But it means alot to most people in the world as expressing a feeling that comes and grows in, before, or after a relationship; as such I will treat it here to the best of my ability. True love, it is believed, is only felt in the absence of the other, yearned for, longed for, one who feels the same or even the one with an indifferent calm. But this is not love, this is longing. Then how are we to define or come to some understanding of not only what love means but also the nature and essence of love. These questions, I believe, in this instance, cannot be answered apart from within experience, experience of love growing over time. "I know what love is": without a definition, means I have been there, I have experienced it. Nevertheless, I believe, one who has felt love can describe it, although it takes several words to do so: approval, recognition, respect, trust, devotion, reliance, reciprocity, etc. The heart of love, I believe, is dedication and reconciliation in the bond of trust. The first increases as a result of the second. But one must want to forfeit ones freedoms to the will of the other, in exchange for reciprocity. People must be able to work through their problems for at the end of the tunnel of struggle and strife is the light of love.

The Answer

If you think I'm going to give you an answer that answers all questions or an answer to THE question, either one you're pondering over or whatever, you'll probably think the answer is a cop out. No answer is ever sufficient to answer the question you're having. There will always be another answer that is better than the answer you've settled with. Does Socrates really know nothing like he confesses? How can he then extract from his interlocutors ideas they had never previously thought? He does not know because he cannot know that he knows: he could be false. Like all answers, we could be false in presuming to know what we think we know, what we're "certain" we know. There are no answers, I'm sorry to say; only this one.

Abstract

from this...
idols are ideals.
Gods, values, morals;
epistemology,
the sublime,
all nothing.

Abstract concepts
are empty, void
of substance.
Why? you ask.
In themselves
they are nothing.
For everything
related to itself
is
nothing.
But no premises
to my argument!
"Is nothing" -
rather isn't,
or how can nothing be?
Through becoming,
but in itself,
it is nothing;
or is nothing
the only thing
that in itself
is not nothing?
Abstract twaddle...

for the way to overcome nihilism see "when its just too much".

Life

Some think life is biological,
the action and reaction of cells.
some think life is how we act,
what we do, how we think,
what would tend to happen to us
if such and such were to occur;
Many say experience
or existential truths;
but it is one thing
in my humble interpretation,
lacking knowledge
of all the above,
simply but truly
of my existence:
it is desire
and its gratification:
creating desires to
yearn for, to want
to fulfill, and we live
our lives striving
to attain our goals,
our desires,
believing their fulfillment
will be our ultimate pleasure.
Gratification is bliss,
if only for one moment,
one fleeting instant,
before desire once again
takes over and
the same
occurs again.

Human history, individual and that of the state, mimics this exact pattern, until something new is wanted, the attainment of which the system will not allow. Dreams can come true, but most often they remains dreams. This is not to say that eventually, let us retain hope, they will not come true. But it is equally as possible that as we will never be content with what we have we may want to revert to a system that we previously had and wanted to escape from. This is the circular motion that desire takes, but it will take generations and generations for this to occur. But hopefully we have this time.

the opposite of power

state-God,
please give me
room to breath,
under stress,
duty bound
to Christian
tradition, slave
morality
universality
allows me
no freedom
other than in thought;
but Kant took this
freedom away.
We must obey;
but here I defy
Obedience: only
through tradition
can one overcome
obedience to tradition,
or else, defiance
is revolt
without progress
without hope
without brains.

Beauty

Aesthetics are the reason we live. We couldn't live without truth, we seek it, we value it above all else. Truth is inherently beautiful. We don't love truth because if we didn't have it we would stay with our cheating boyfriend for longer than we should have. Truth is inherently beautiful. This is not to say that beauty is truth, although some may go so far as to say this. Each work of art has an element of truth, even if the piece is not beautiful, that truth being the reasons why it was created in such a way and what the artist intends to express in and through the work. This truth behind even the ugly painting is beautiful, makes the painting beautiful. I am the truth, for it is only to myself that something can be held to be true; what this is, that I want to be heard, is beauty itself.

When its just too much

Shot -
fell down;
tantrum controlled,
overwhelming emotions,
why, why, why?
No one
yet everyone
gives me the love
I no longer want
to demand.

Overcoming:
to affirm
to give approval
to oneself
irrespective of
everyone else:
whatever is done,
amor fati:
you willed it!
whatever you will do:
would you repeat it
endlessly?
You've already done it,
endlessly.
Become who you are,
and be who you've become.

Insanity

I am
or...
not never not;
create: innocence:
create, an illusion
alone, appears real,
but, but what?

Where has my little hamster truth disappeared to?
Truth has died!
I'll just get a new hamster;
I'll call it prevarication.

Interpret this!

People - Reproduction

People People
not I
never I
Why need external approval?
Crowding space
touching without emotion
herds gather at the meat market
this saturday night
to find pleasure for the night.
And maybe even the morning too.
Resisting pleasure has been my life,
but it is ineluctable:
I look for a wife
for only one night,
I can't bear to fight,
so when its light
I use my might
to instigate fright
and subsequently flight,
but I am too weak, too base...
So I never even join the herd.
I'll just sit on my sofa
and read a book, and dream that I,
a little fly, will never mate
until I die. Why?
Another life to bear the pain?
To suffer even in the rain.
Another life to have to struggle
just to stay alive only
to bring another life into
the same unceasing obedience?
I just can't bear to answer this question fully.

Nothing

to say, write
but nothing
is
nothing.
So how to say something,
when there is
nothing at all, to say...
Becoming, they say,
can be said, while
not nothing
is not
(necessarily)
something, mu:
absence of absence
devoid of emptyness
lack of lack
black on black.
How can this be said?
When it isn't even
nothing to say.

Nihilism - Traffic

Sunshine at night
devils delight:
for the tides have turned
as man has yearned
for the earth to be burned.
We have power over God.
At our level...what is space?
as empty as time,
something to do,
nothing...
Thinking ceases, but a
star stands still.
Heidegger's delight
Humanities fright, plight
might become the only
way, without escape,
infinite delay.

It stops us to think
but we still are distracted.
It sends pain down the spine
stirs anger and even rage.
But the key to it all,
as the parasitic elements do,
is to simply enjoy, if even they can,
the remarkable phenomenon of waiting.

Blogs or self-publishing

The same applies to all publishing in general, in fact I might go so far, as does Lacan, as to say all speaking, all expression. When we are children we "act out" (of place), we act up, misbehave, so as to attain the attention we strive for: we have yet to realize that not all attention is love, the love we demand to affirm ourselves, for we need an other's approval to give ourselves approval as we are incapable of seeing ourselves through our own eyes. In needing to see ourselves through another's eyes we would think that acting up would only harm our views of ourself, but we have yet to see that not all attention is love, albeit perhaps concern or interest (although sometimes people can be less ethical). To publish is to demand love, but all you'll probably get is indifferent attention, so it is a failed attempt from the start. A failed attempt that can only end in wasted hours without approval. You must learn to give yourself approval, instead of needing others to help you do so. Ooh so Tragic...

Ineluctable Charm

no matter
no difference
no way
ever same
never same
always nothing.

Starry windows
round about
the way,
shadows fall
into the sun
into the dark.
We will last,
only, until, the
sun - I can say
No more.

My first blog

I'm sure no one will read this and in a way, because I reveal so many secrets, I'm hoping no one will. I hear: they are only your secrets and no one elses. But you are welcome to think what you will until you realize that, oh, Being is Becoming! I cannot, revealing makes me weak, but that is my game, do I reveal to get people to believe or do I conceal and subordinate myself to everyone? It sounds to you like I'm looking for a therapist. I will write poetry and whatever you abduce from the mysterious transitions of my reluctant concealment shall be what you take away from this site. A Blog a day keeps...