Having realised one's epistemological limits and swept away

You have doubted with Descartes and atrophied with the analytics

Now it is time to flourish with the phenomenologists

The Conquest of Happiness - Bertrand Russell

>>8894906
This. Phenomenology is the only place to go.

>I have become the victim of my own analytic strength; no room is left for naive hope.

wew.

>>8894897
>>8894906
>>8894910
>>8894929
You should try the redpill instead. Embrace whiteness and masculinity

>>8894937
pure spam

>>8894929
>>8894906
>Phenomenology
How is this the answer? Where do you start?

this is how I feel.

hope is like a journey to a special place, like a house. hope is what you need to get there, but when you arrive you realize that place is really only a kind of a hotel, a waiting area. parts of it are like a prison. the penthouse is nice tho.

the hotel has a special job: you can't leave until you divest yourself of everything you picked up along the way. that's what keeps people in that hotel or sets them free. so you give them away or bury them or burn them. writing is a kind of a way of doing this. it's about transformation of consciousness.

the rest of the journey goes aimlessly and in all directions the other way and will never really be completed. at a certain point they say you will intuit this and then you won't care about destinations. that feeling is what I'm looking for. i'm still stuck in the hotel and scared to leave. I know there's nowhere else to go but that I can't stay in it either. the point is to dissipate but I'm stuck failing to let go of hope. but that's what has to be done.

that's how I feel, anyways.

brian massumi writes about dissipation and evanescence. the japanese do also.

Hope Despairs

Hope desires what can't be had
Yet strives in need
Delirium swells beneath it's deception
Unascried this expectation
Madness

What can't be had is hopeless
Faith in the insurmountable; delusion
Is hope not despair's guise?
If anything it is unwise

Play some music. Go look at some art. No matter how much you try to analyze them, there's something much more divine, simple, direct about them that you can't narrow down. Fleeing to the arts when you're in a corner philosophically is a classic motive, really.

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>>8894897
>how is a man to live?
Well.

>>8894910
Litteral duck.