/lit/ - Literature

what would a philosophical rehab program look like?

>well, it wouldn't look like this. what is this?
>this, inner self, is what you will find if you google Rehab Wallpaper
>so why are you posting it girardfag
>because it's hilarious, that's why. and also b/c i am not to be taken too seriously
>you mean, as you are about to Say Serious Things
>that's right inner self
>oh boy, it's Awesome Opinions time
>hate the player and not the game inner self

it would start by having some sense of the problem, which is that academic philosophy ought not to put itself in a position of selling indulgences, in a sense. and that covers a lot of territory. no hating, no scapegoating. no end of Fuckery is done in the name of academic Marxism, which is entirely a broken enterprise at this point. it is as worldly as the Church became, once upon a time, and has contributed to the creation of what is known by a great many names: the Gated Institutional Narrative (Weinstein); the Cathedral (Land/Moldbug); the Crystal Palace (Sloterdijk); basically, it's the Matrix. the Matrix is for realsies. but there are no heroes to save us, and the system is not going to last forever.

what is needed is some restoration of the Cosmic balance of things. ideologically, or politically, a sense of equilibrium is really all that is required. we find ourselves very much like heretical defectors from a Blood War between two great and cynical powers who have turned things into a vulture-haunted wasteland. the film to see here is Yojimbo, although Seven Samurai is worth watching also. the stakes of the game are both hilariously high and absurdly low. nobody gets rich, and there are no prestige points to be scored. none of us will be famous; we're all gonna die.
>sweet

basically, all you really have is your own solitude, and maybe a mildly less inflammatory stomach ulcer. not a Cure, no Fixes, none of this. the best you can hope for, really, is to be left alone, and to do your own thing. Cosmotech loves hermits, vagabonds, mystics, peregrines, lost souls, burnouts, fuck-ups and rag-and-bone shop customers and patrons. it might be called Zen Acceleration, if that made any sense. there is a sense of humor which is required for any kind of engagement with things in this way, the absence of which is more lethal than even Capital itself, and which is the Great Muse.

where any of this goes is anyone's guess. but i thought this was worth posting
>for the love of god will you please just shut the fuck up girardfag
>quiet you. *reaches for Enya*
>reeeeeeeeeeee

philosophy rehab. by Burnouts, for Burnouts.
>*chanting intensifies*

byung-chul
byung-chul
byung-chul

>what do we want?
death! but we can't have that.
>when do we want it?
the question is pointless, and obvious! don't insult our intelligence! we're an angry mob, but come on, you don't have to be a dick about it!

&c &c