GENIUS FORUMS

Unidian wrote:What's "common sense?"

Sounds like something icky to me.

Kelly Jones wrote:I think you've been hanging around people who aren't interested, Ryan. Not in the human realm, not open to new ideas. Around the humans, one doesn't have to worry about whether something is too confrontational. They know that one is telling reality as one sees it - and they are hungry for exactly that.


Human

Those who are truly human will overflow with joy when you show them their own ugliness, and they will beg you to reveal more - others will blink.

— Solway


The truly human

The writings of the truly human are an accurate mapping of their own minds. Their words are like diamonds - hard, transparent, yet solid throughout.

Mensa says: "The writings of the truly human are an accurate mapping of their own minds. Their words are like diamonds - hard, transparent, yet solid throughout." I appreciate these words, but I wouldn't call it The truly human, I'd call it the accurate human!

The writing of the ingenuine will always disappoint. Their words are like puffed-up balloons: attractive, but lacking in substance. They are also like balloons floated aloft during war, to protect against enemy aircraft.

— Solway


C. The misconception of seeking the truth through others.

The student will complain: "At first I learned much from you, but now your words are confused and offer me no sustenance. You cannot explain the truth to me, so I can only conclude that you do not understand it."

This problem arises when the student seeks truth, but does not wish to abandon untruth. He gets ahead of himself and conveniently forgets the difficult task of practice, because practice always means the dreaded renunciation. Practice requires faith, and faith kills. It is easy to see why people reach an impenetrable barrier. Up until now the ego has in some respects been strengthened by the power that comes with knowledge. Now knowledge turns traitor, and just as a parent, for their own mental well-being, denies the reality of a rebellious child, so the ego denies its rebellious thoughts. The student comes up with endless objections, which are an excuse for not being able to accept what reason dictates. They will spend all their time thinking-up vain arguments rather than getting down to the task of cleaning up their minds. They will concentrate on undermining the teachers words, demanding Truth from them, without uncovering their own Truth.

— Solway



I love him which liveth that he may know, and which seeketh knowledge that hereafter the Superman may live: for thus he willeth his own down-going.

— Nietzsche


Each of the three existing types of history is only exactly right for a single area and a single climate; on every other one it grows up into a destructive weed. If a man who wants to create greatness uses the past, then he will empower himself through monumental history. On the other hand, the man who wishes to emphasize the customary and traditionally valued cultivates the past as an antiquarian historian. Only the man whose breast is oppressed by a present need and who wants to cast off his load at any price has a need for critical history, that is, history which sits in judgment and passes judgment. From the thoughtless transplanting of plants stem many ills: the critical man without need, the antiquarian without reverence, and the student of greatness without the ability for greatness are the sort who are receptive to weeds estranged from their natural mother earth and therefore degenerate growths.

— Nietzsche, The Use and Abuse of History



But take a look now at the scholars, the exhausted hens. There are in truth no "harmonious" natures. They can only cackle more than before, because they lay eggs more often. Naturally, however, the eggs have become constantly smaller (although the books have become constantly thicker). As the final natural result, things resign themselves to the commonly loved "Popularizing" of science (in addition to the "Feminization" and "Infantization"), that is, the notorious tailoring of the scientific coat to the body of the "motley public"...

— Nietzsche, The Use and Abuse of History



O that there were truth in communication between man and man! One person defends Christianity, another attacks Christianity, and after all is said and done, when it comes to auditing their experiences, neither one nor the other cares much about Christianity — perhaps it is their career.

— Kierkegaard



"Well, let’s just spend a few minutes talking about it and see if we can make it any clearer. What do you think spiritual enlightenment is?”
She’s giving me the big eyes again, but now a bit of perplexity seeps in. It was so obvious a moment ago that it hardly needed asking. Now it’s becoming a little fuzzy.
“Uh, like God... God mind... unity, you know, unity consciousness?”
It’s always like this with new students. They do the student thing, I do the teacher thing. I’m never quite sure why they came or when they’ll go. The whole process is equal parts fulfillment and frustration. I talk, they listen. They ask, I answer. I speak, they... who knows? They something.

— McKenna



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mensa-maniac wrote:

Kelly Jones wrote:I think you've been hanging around people who aren't interested, Ryan. Not in the human realm, not open to new ideas. Around the humans, one doesn't have to worry about whether something is too confrontational. They know that one is telling reality as one sees it - and they are hungry for exactly that.


Human

Those who are truly human will overflow with joy when you show them their own ugliness, and they will beg you to reveal more - others will blink.

— Solway


The truly human

The writings of the truly human are an accurate mapping of their own minds. Their words are like diamonds - hard, transparent, yet solid throughout.

Mensa says: "The writings of the truly human are an accurate mapping of their own minds. Their words are like diamonds - hard, transparent, yet solid throughout." I appreciate these words, but I wouldn't call it The truly human, I'd call it the accurate human!

The writing of the ingenuine will always disappoint. Their words are like puffed-up balloons: attractive, but lacking in substance. They are also like balloons floated aloft during war, to protect against enemy aircraft.

— Solway


C. The misconception of seeking the truth through others.

The student will complain: "At first I learned much from you, but now your words are confused and offer me no sustenance. You cannot explain the truth to me, so I can only conclude that you do not understand it."

This problem arises when the student seeks truth, but does not wish to abandon untruth. He gets ahead of himself and conveniently forgets the difficult task of practice, because practice always means the dreaded renunciation. Practice requires faith, and faith kills. It is easy to see why people reach an impenetrable barrier. Up until now the ego has in some respects been strengthened by the power that comes with knowledge. Now knowledge turns traitor, and just as a parent, for their own mental well-being, denies the reality of a rebellious child, so the ego denies its rebellious thoughts. The student comes up with endless objections, which are an excuse for not being able to accept what reason dictates. They will spend all their time thinking-up vain arguments rather than getting down to the task of cleaning up their minds. They will concentrate on undermining the teachers words, demanding Truth from them, without uncovering their own Truth.

— Solway



I love him which liveth that he may know, and which seeketh knowledge that hereafter the Superman may live: for thus he willeth his own down-going.

— Nietzsche


Each of the three existing types of history is only exactly right for a single area and a single climate; on every other one it grows up into a destructive weed. If a man who wants to create greatness uses the past, then he will empower himself through monumental history. On the other hand, the man who wishes to emphasize the customary and traditionally valued cultivates the past as an antiquarian historian. Only the man whose breast is oppressed by a present need and who wants to cast off his load at any price has a need for critical history, that is, history which sits in judgment and passes judgment. From the thoughtless transplanting of plants stem many ills: the critical man without need, the antiquarian without reverence, and the student of greatness without the ability for greatness are the sort who are receptive to weeds estranged from their natural mother earth and therefore degenerate growths.

— Nietzsche, The Use and Abuse of History



But take a look now at the scholars, the exhausted hens. There are in truth no "harmonious" natures. They can only cackle more than before, because they lay eggs more often. Naturally, however, the eggs have become constantly smaller (although the books have become constantly thicker). As the final natural result, things resign themselves to the commonly loved "Popularizing" of science (in addition to the "Feminization" and "Infantization"), that is, the notorious tailoring of the scientific coat to the body of the "motley public"...

— Nietzsche, The Use and Abuse of History



O that there were truth in communication between man and man! One person defends Christianity, another attacks Christianity, and after all is said and done, when it comes to auditing their experiences, neither one nor the other cares much about Christianity — perhaps it is their career.

— Kierkegaard



"Well, let’s just spend a few minutes talking about it and see if we can make it any clearer. What do you think spiritual enlightenment is?”
She’s giving me the big eyes again, but now a bit of perplexity seeps in. It was so obvious a moment ago that it hardly needed asking. Now it’s becoming a little fuzzy.
“Uh, like God... God mind... unity, you know, unity consciousness?”
It’s always like this with new students. They do the student thing, I do the teacher thing. I’m never quite sure why they came or when they’ll go. The whole process is equal parts fulfillment and frustration. I talk, they listen. They ask, I answer. I speak, they... who knows? They something.

— McKenna



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