in (what i am going to call) my youth, i put "the moment" on a pedestal. i think i still do, but not with the same euphoric certainty i had when i was sixteen. so as i read all these philosophers (specifically now, aquinas) putting down the senses, my body automatically lurches. i know there is some truth in what aquinas says. intellect = incorporeal/objective and can see the true form of things whereas as senses = bodily/subjective and can only see individual things (like plato's absolutes: seeing beauty vs. seeing beautiful things). yes. i am going by that thing in between senses and intellect = instinct. and maybe this feeling comes from the fact that i tend to see the greatest things in the smallest things. and "the moment" can tell you so much about greater things. plato blew things up to examine them, but i go the opposite way, and take the smaller to examine the bigger. by doing this i see beauty, justice (and the like) as something within us and not some umbrella above us.
i see "the moment" as indicative of life.
i no longer attempt to dumb myself down to senses, shutting of my brain just to feel, aiming at some inhuman form of living that listens solely to "the appetite" (and plato/aristotle/the like had nothing to do with this, though i use the word "appetite"). this doesn't mean that i am going to live a life based solely on intellect (PERVERSION OF REASON!), definitely not. i am just in the middle of pondering something.
and i can definitely see how columbia is cultivating me because the people i cite are plato, aristotle, aquinas ...
holy fuck.
i know of an article that suggests women cannot be artists because what we call "art" is inherently masculine. I WANT AND NEED THIS ARTICLE NOW!
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