Žižek Traces, as a Basis
I do read philosophy. But in a certain way. For creating room to think. And then can jut out with along lines of entry into form, and engage with as part of that.
The Mind autoloading, revolving around issues of consternation — in the work. One night, after reading Žižek (several of his books), something popped, arrayed into expansions and multipliers as a plus that was at ease with its exploration.
Tacitly, I was, at ease, in “free thinking” space, without devolution into strangeness or crime. What I call The Poe along the hoe. Where all things are touched by the absurd. Kafka too, sees himself as estranged, as a discoverer of the incongruities and surreality of place and time.
But this time, there was no feeling of estrangement, I was simply engaged in free thinking, along with a new factor of salubrity, that did not doubt its access to patterns or modes of thinking.
Simply let the reckonings travel and take hold.
That I was able to step beyond the horrors of subjectivity, at least for a night, the tyranny and triumphs of my madness, where stray into unruly subjectivity, the trials treacheries and torments of integrity in meaning and precociousness of thought.
Free Thinker Unsinking
Historically, to be a “free thinker” meant to remain open to theory beyond Aristotle or the sacrality of the church, eg Diderot was a “free thinker.”
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