The Necessity of Contradiction
Why contradiction must be embraced in the midst of its opportunity for greatness
Voracious the spirit of man is in deeming eminence, neither beast nor nature, neither eruption nor snarl brings man to his knees, but faint as the conscious reverberates, revulsion echoes upon the imminence of contradiction. Folly is man demanding eternity out of ephemerality but folly is he not demanding presence out of being.
Flow as the mind may, great as the will wills, powerless over imminent contradiction it lies. We stand before the great earth, lavished in its wide flowing canvas, pontificating how the mays and may nots change all but not, retreating in fear back into the cave, not of the mother, mother’s earth cave, but man’s cave. The grand cathedral we chose to spiral our eyes upwards and out, wonder in our mystery believing falsely the universe was conquered in our name, our will. Folly we stood in mighty hubris, folly we pondered past consciousness, only to find? The abyss, the abyss where all withers in ineptitude, a scintillating nothingness where all of time slows down into a vacuous whole. My oh my, what did man stumble himself into?
Mans first gift was consciousness— recognition of internal instantiation but it came coupled with its antecedent corollary, contradiction— man’s first curse enabling recognition of incoherence between instantiations.
Inevitability of Contradiction
Moment through moment drifting about, the primacy of contradiction percolates through our conscious demanding its attention at once. Each gander, east-to-west, left-to-right, and we’re plagued in dismay, rife in frustration as the zeitgeist leaves us asunder.
Life is birth and the newly-born gets serenaded in unconditional, unremitting love. What did the child do to earn such spoil, zilch, as without that love none of life would continue to be or ever have been.
Culture— hard-fought kernels of wisdom spread to the next generation without question, but what did any generation do to earn its traditions? Nothing, but the collective human experience derived solely from the purview of the individual, stripped of the intergenerational transfer would be draconian beyond pontification.
Each step we gallop along the airplane aisle, thousands of feet above the continental blue divide, the closer we get to eradicating fear, the fear of fear, but cowardly was man needing a tube to his cover eyes, if only he had courage, the mother of all things great.
We feed the impoverished, hoping their hunger perishes, only as their impotence returns, many calories later, the cycle begins anew and we’re left to wonder. Good works were intended to stop the hunger, only to validate the ego, the quintessential participation trophy, no one ever wanted.
Man builds higher and mightier, yet no building erected once pierced past the heavens, yet still we build through our folly, mesmerizing in our creations, right past the green-blue malaise hovering amidst our gaze.
Peculiar is man casting stones upon atop another, millenniums of blood drops apart, assembling nightclubs footsteps away from halls of the once divine, dancing stepwise between the harrowing and delusional, if only man had the courage to convince himself one part whole of the other.
Man etches laws onto the universe, fanciful projections of theatrical hope, masquerading as the incontestable, praying the universe deceives us not, each time we roll the dice of fate. Yet many laws later, we still tremble in our uncertainty, how foolish mans haughty can be.
Incessantly we obsess over the dynamics of input environments, hoping to prolong our life forgetting why we’re living, even if the life we’re elongating is not much of a life worth living.
Perfected is technology to resurrect the moments held prior, only to forget why the moments were ever being lived for, so why then live any moment at all? All the microphones and loudspeakers later, yet we still somber for acoustic euphoria united as one in the flesh, how strange of a conundrum man can be.
Decisive are the managers in their allocations, standing on their abstractions many nodes afar, if only the tangible could stop slipping past their hands, maybe they could lay bare on the eternal, woe is the folly of their haughty.
Great we may cherish our loved ones in death, resurrecting their memory vividly in remembrance, futile we were in honoring them in life. Sacrosanct life can be in its ethereal conception, uncanny are we in dampening its proliferation.
You are but collective ancestral property damned neither by their magnanimity or barbarism, running on the fumes of borrowed blood, but even as yourself is owned not by thyself, look past the contradiction we do, thus at once becoming ourselves.
Lust we may feast on all crossing into our sight, the more we own the more slave to it we become, pardon the irony, more leaves you with only less, never more than before.
We sing great praises to the cerebral, remembering man’s most musing, Newton, Tesla, Einstein, and Nietzsche only to leave us without but a story, the intergenerational strife of blood and glory, perished at once in a trance of passionate delusion masquerading as illusion. Brash was their savvy not chasing the fecund in their fertility, a folly of their haughty thus fooled by their uppity, punishing us all without their blood continued manifesting. Why was life, the ethereal force denied by hobby, what has man done in all his uncanny?
We preach universality, the abstraction of abstractions perfected incontestable, fine delusions up until collusion, the collision into particular individual necessity, leaving us only with platitudes upon platitudes that are no more than just howl at the wind.
Magical can democracy be until equality bleeds into our own self-interests, if only our illusions could be less of a delusion. Equal we are all until death comes flying past our faces, where reality comes to meet ideologies rubber, great does war equalize all the ideas, when finitude of life comes reminding us why we must be. Great is war gifting us the fear of death, paradoxically manifesting as the fear of life, but greater we are overcoming its temptation, thus by becoming fearless of death we become fearless of life.
Shunned to the perceivably infinite, inwards we collapse, condensing the sprawling internets of the world down into the proportionally intimate. Framing finitude out of infinity, we call that art, the singularity forged from the aftermath of passionate mania. Infinity was never enough of a gift, man needed more, otherwise called delusional synchronicity, as only then was he truly the center of the universe.
Man laughed at Lucifer in his condemnation, if only he could introspect, and see what he too had become himself. A bastion of freedom tickling between the beauty of delusion and the madness of convulsion, though through his folly choosing madness nearly every time, blessed are we all that some beauty was still left before us.
Thus courage embracing contradiction became mans dance with the gods, that he too could overcome ephemerality by deceiving eternity, the ever-elusive plague condemning his conscious into perpetuity.
Opportunity Presented by Contradiction
Great is the will surrounded by contradiction at all points of being, incontestable in its encirclement, but blessed does man become in its overcoming, opportunity abound in undue greatness. Echo may the harrowing voice of defeat reverberate in the scorned, fleeing from contradictions inevitability, but eager do the greats pursue into its phantasmal abyss. Mans plurality cowers in fear, surrendering at the altar of contradiction, eclipsed by the arrogant whom start anew in the midst of the unconscionable, overcome only by the greats usurping the eons of baggage from that point before and beyond, mightily reigning supreme into eternity.
Foolish even more are the dissenting pontificators, perturbing contradiction in its full glory, only to cower in ineptitude at the midst of decision, ossifying in slow-motion stuck pointing at contradiction, where might their courage have escaped them? Pitiful is their lust for power, only but a titillating sensation of power, a self-coaxed delusion that they too can finally matter, but no more are they than an echo in the ether. Death to the frolicking castigator, let them point gleefully at the prime-ether of all existence into forever. Promised were the cowards a land of no meaning, nihilism set free to skip past contradiction, a promise devoid of promise as life with no meaning is no life at all, thus even in escape does contradiction come to rear its ugly face, as Medusa had finally been matched in her repugnance.
Only at the fulcrum of this darkness is man presented a fork between three choices, surrender, start anew, or overcome. Vexing is the impasse, sobering mans spirit, halting the bliss of the continual flow state thus impregnating the conscious into a frenzy of madness. This slumbering voice of incoherence tells us we’re ready to venture forward, mysteries ahead waiting to be unraveled, tempting us to commit the unfathomable. Contending with contradicting variables inside latent-space, those stuck in duplicitous superpositions, enabled man to venture forward, indicative the mind is of the quantum not Newtonian variety. Only by continuously veering into the unknown unknowns, embracing chaos whole, did we keep ahead of its illusion.
Paradoxically, creation gets held hostage between manifestation colliding against prognostications, the great vision birth from the unconscionable union, centrifuging the conscious through the subconscious, summoning beauty even at the behest of inevitable death. Once incubated, the world outside awaits to pounce, inhaling weakness whole at the smell of fear, but only through resolve does the vision leave the mind unscathed. All forms worth being came to be through this eternal dance, never repeated more than once yet still holding cadence with all other instantiations of beauty abound.
Manically does man attempt to subdue mother nature in our rambunctious delusion, a fools errand for knowledge in its totality is held at the helm of intuition— the only interrogator man has known for navigating the unknown unknowns. Still, the men of science ventured to the ends of the earth and the mind, manically seeking to point at the prime-ether of all phenomena. Man needed nature to be elusive so that he could temper its chaos one variable at a time. Seduced by its tantalizing unknown he was, thus without that sip of natures elixir, we might not have taken her Faustian compulsion. Yet all of mans achievements will perish into an abrupt flash of an LED, as the delirious masses stand in their miasma watching pixels shining bright, flashing across their eyes.
Paradoxically the more we try to pin down a universal, the more amorphous it becomes, stripping away the ability to understand it. Like water, the more we try to give it a shape the faster it decomposes back into a ghastly aberration, always shifting in flux as stasis is but an illusion.
Greatness is birth only from the death of the meandering frolicker, thus enabling the creator to point at the ether of their existence in no more than a swift stroke of the finger. Free was mans conscious unhindered, but freed more was he in servitude to this manifestation, as the youth of the frolicker was put to good use in its sacrifice.
The Imperative of Paradox
Every generations revelations brings about the opportunity to start anew amidst contradiction, as the pulpits hammer hazes temptation in its tender.
Scintillating of an offer as it is inebriating, what stories, wisdom and knowledge would there be left to share had the Schrödingers cast aside the Newtons or the Christian theologians done away with Greek philosophers? Humanity would have deprived itself in its insanity, thus generating through the old, usurping the urge to start anew was a deed glistened in nobility. New wisdom came forth masticating revelation with legacy, imagination was all that was needed to breach the headwinds of contradiction, no Frankenstein of circumstance required to bring about its fruition.
Only at contradictions intersection man could make his conscious due, thus arising to necessities contingency or cower away absolving autonomy at ineptitudes plurality.
To overcome contradiction truly, we must embrace paradox thus denying the deterministic premise of the particularized steady-state, replacing it with the super-state— the child of Heisenberg both one and the other at once yet neither. No longer did we have to separate zero between one, one between zero and or any combinatorial permutation between the two, happily did it all coexist.
Thus came paradox, the intermediary to build upon the old, in essence adding a new decimal point to the prior digits keeping all the other numbers in tact, by enabling infinite degrees of freedom in domain space just manifested.
Theologies have recognized both the imperfect nature of man and the perils of ideologies in the inevitability of contradiction thus rather than shirking contradiction it was embraced. Paradox, a key feature in any homeomorphic theology was the way out of contradiction. With that assumption taken forth as true anything could become possible, finally man could conquer contradiction by becoming one with it. Governments of the paradoxical variety did the same, choosing to amend constitutions, building atop rather than start anew in the midst of contradiction.
Great does the universe tease us in more paradox, entropy being a by-product of the will, willing itself manifest, unwillingly, to no end, as the universe casts itself upon all.
Maybe when we think, it’s the universe that tries to decide, then in an instant summons us back with an answer. Quantum entanglement and superposition has delivered us an answer, we watch in real-time as the universe computes, thus quantum physics eludes us no more, what may we do next?
In the midst of inevitable contradiction overcome we must, tempering wisely against the temptation to start anew, thus generating greater storylines out of its chaos, aiding ourselves in paradox when our will can take us no further. When contradiction comes back knocking on our conscious, embrace it we must, blessed are we in its presence.
The time to generate is now.
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what if universality can be marvelled at the lens of its sums constitutions: both from a tree view and forest whole.
in a sense, all levels & states accounted for to make the wholesome! and not a pipe dream to try and unify it within a specific worldview! that's what the West got wrong!
there's beauty in variety, just as any rose 🌹 by another name smells as sweet!
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and now, onto contractions. the three propositions seem whole to me, for now. only that, I won't dismiss Camus and his likes on nihilism. life in all its perils, can only be made bearable by accepting our Sisyphusic destinies! the best we can do is smile ( from time to time ); with the load behind our backs when we manage to catch a break.