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Uncovering Mythologies

“Is one then ready to affirm that Hitler was an enemy only because his story had not been heard? Do the details of his personal life “redeem” the horrors that resulted from his reign, do they make him “more human”? To cite one of my favorite examples, Reinhard Heydrich the architect of the Holocaust, liked to play Beethoven’s late string quartets with friends during his evenings of leisure. Our most elementary experience of subjectivity is that of “the richness of my inner life”: this is what I “really am,” in contrast to the symbolic determinations and responsibilities I assume in public life (as father, professor, etc.). The first lesson of psychoanalysis here is that this “richness of inner life” is fundamentally fake: it is a screen, a false distance, whose function it is, as it were, to save my appearance, to render palpable (accessible to my imaginary narcissism) my true social-symbolic identity. One of the ways to practise the critique of ideology is therefore to invent strategies for unmasking this hypocrisy of the “inner life” and its “sincere” emotions. The experience we have of our lives from within, the story we tell ourselves about ourselves in order to account for what we are doing, is thus a lie - the truth lies rather outside, in what we do.”

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Slavoj Žižek, First as Tragedy, Then as Farce

the author then goes on to contrast the perceived ‘humanity’ of Israeli soldiers versus their role as occupiers

(via magicandpageantry)

“We think sometimes we’re only drawn to the good, but we’re actually drawn to the authentic. We like people who are real more than those who hide their true selves under layers of artificial niceties.”

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~ Elisabeth Kubler Ross (via wisdom-of-spring)

Why it’s hard to make friends and live in the modern world.

DABDA on Kubler-Ross….

(Source: seedeeply, via jessicakaitlyn)

“… And that wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.”

—   One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez (via yveinthesky)

(Source: themoonisgreen, via yveinthesky)

“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.”

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 Alan Wilson Watts, (via purplebuddhaproject)

Always love Alan Watts.

But in this case I have to say that it’s not enough. It’s not necessary to achieve something beyond myself, it’s necessary for me to achieve something beyond myself so that I might fully appreciate myself.

Certainly I have set that expectation upon myself, but it is a real thing that resonates with me and that I freely choose.

I have not always lived as though I needed to accomplish more; that led to great unhappiness. So this is relatively new, and surely may and surely will change over time.

For now though, despite the great import and wisdom of Mr. Watts and the things he says, this is my path, so that I may come upon this wisdom in my own way, in my own time, on my own terms.

(via neurodice)

Portland will flush 38 million gallons of water after man urinates in Mt. Tabor Reservoir

shortformblog:

Raise your hand if you want to watch a Portlandia episode featuring this incident.

I live in Portland. This is true, and sad, on many levels.

But please, for the love of god, stop with the Portlandia references….

(via yveinthesky)

stunningpicture:

Glass eels.

stunningpicture:

Glass eels.

(via iamthelittlefish)

sydricki:

I want a fuckin lion

sydricki:

I want a fuckin lion

(Source: golden-uniform, via iamthelittlefish)

daviddelruelle:

Deep Breath

daviddelruelle:

Deep Breath

dirtyberd:

lolita-escort:

The general public: ‘confused as to why it happened.’

Hahaha badass domme right thar

dirtyberd:

lolita-escort:

The general public: ‘confused as to why it happened.’

Hahaha badass domme right thar

(via yveinthesky)

“Whoever has become used to feeling like a hermit, whoever sees with a cold gaze through all the social and comradely connections and notices the tiny threads which tie people together, threads so strong that a gust of air breaks them; whoever sees in addition that it is not the flame of genius which makes him a hermit, that flame from whose circle of light all things flee away, because it makes them appear so like a dance of death, so mad, so spindly, and so inane; whoever is, on the contrary, lonely because of a caprice of nature, because of a curiously brewed mixture of wishes, gifts, and endeavors of the will, he knows what an “incomprehensibly lofty marvel” a friend is; and if he is an idolater, he must first and foremost erect an altar to the “unknown god who created the friend”.”

—   Friedrich Nietzsche  (via sisyphean-revolt)

(Source: silencemadenietzschecry, via sisyphean-revolt)

“Solitude devastates me, company oppresses me.”

—   Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet  (via sisyphean-revolt)

(Source: secretsadsack, via sisyphean-revolt)

yveinthesky:

cptwoodsy:

jordibaby:

tastefullyoffensive:

Animals Stealing Food [x]

Previously: Animals vs. Kids, Cats Giving High Fives

All the raccoon ones are so fucking funny.

Nawwww the wallaby. :(

Frigging love raccoons, those sneaky asshats

yveinthesky:

R.I.P Gabriel García Márquez

“Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.”

—   Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit (via hellanne)

(via neurodice)

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