06-12-2005, 08:44 PM
Occhidiangela,Jun 12 2005, 01:44 PM Wrote:"Leaves no distinction?" Nonsense.
Fantasy versus reality is the litmus test for the diagnosis with a psychosis. I would expect a pure existentialist to be borderline psychotic if he pursues the unreal as though it were real, and cannot recognize the difference. I don't pretend a philosophy can be implemented in its purest form, nor do rational philosophers.
Any existentialist who believes as you illustrated has indeed passed the point of reason and is functionally psychotic.
Go fish. :D
Occhi
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No no no... An existentialist pushed to that point is not psychotic... He is Syd Barrett.
And just a question, how many philosophers do you know that were entirely rational? There's a LONG list of mental illness right there. I think, how do I put this, I think to become a true philosopher, where you are actually living the ideals and pioneering new ground rather than regurgitating stuff learned from books, I personally believe one had to be a bit nutters. Unhinged. Bats in the belfry. Larger than life. A certain ammount of mental disconnection is required to achieve new schools of thought or to push through barriers of rational thinking to whatever lies beyond. One must first be willing to risk his or her own sanity to test their mettle. One must learn how to peer into the void and not be afraid of what peers back at you. It is not until we place our selves at risk that we learn valuable truths. Like... Cause and effect. Anybody can understand the gist of it... But to truly understand cause and effect, one must smash their thumb with a hammer. All truth will be made totally clear and self evident.
Just my opinion, I am probably wrong. But the only people who change the world are the ones crazy enough to believe they can.
Nobody ever remembers the quiet nobodies that stayed at home all day doing nothing... But the ones that go out into the streets and drink hemlock or set themselves on fire will live on in imagination for a long time.
Reality is what you make it. It's like clay. It can be shaped. To observe it is to effect it's outcome.
All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.
"Isn't this where...."