/lit/ - Literature

I think reading Schop has made me enlightened. When I hear people speak I only think of their individuality as a vessel. What is actually speaking is the One WIll, as this or that person, here in this particular place and this particular time. It is easy to notice that most people say the same things, that difference is a local illusion. In other words there are far less people in the world than there are bodies. Unique individuals which speak from their true nature, i.e. geniuses, are rare, but even they are manifestations of the One Will. An identity in space and time, the possession of a consciousness, what are these but phenomena? If there are true individuals in the world, they are its geniuses--but these are in fact the ones who see past the illusion of individuality, who hear the One Will speaking, who feel its freedom as their freedom, noticing that there is really nothing singularly unique about the utterances, which is to say the willing, of the great majority of individuals. It is not an inhumane feeling, this enlightenment--it is not the thought that persons are mere matter; the critical philosophy knows that matter is transcendental, like space and time. It is the thought that egotism thrives only by the illusion of alienation. The ego is truly alone, because it does not know the One Will. But the genius is a friend to all, and understands all, and sees all living and breathing and willing in the same world--and true alienation is impossible, it is the only illusion. It is an illusion that we can annihilate anything. It is an illusion that we came from nothing and are threatened by death. I am the One Will and I see myself in all things. I recognize all things as myself--nothing is unfamiliar to me, nothing is outrageous to me, and therefore I never act with spite. I have no ignorance to hide, I know that all deception affords only an illusory haven. The same Will which I might deceive is the Will that sees what I have done and knows the truth through me. There is no hiding, because I cannot conceal anything from myself. Everything is exposed, everything is brought to light, everything is revealed. There is no darkness left. There is no hatred, dread, ambition, anxious desire, no will to deceive. There is no will to lie, no reason to lie.