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The Abyss of the Self. How to Survive Deepest Nihilism?

The Abyss of the Self. How to Survive Deepest Nihilism?

Idioma: Idioma: en inglés
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Páginas: 130
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This is a book out of all literary categories, of an essay nature, written in the first person. It combines metaphysics, religion, esotericism, philosophy, science and psychology. The common denominator is the individual, the human being, and how it relates to the whole. It can be hard for those whose connection is positive, clear and defined. But it becomes an atypical survival manual for those who are lost, those who have not found themselves at all, or for those who need an explanation and meaning to their lives that has not achieved any creed, thought, or hope...

"Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We are the middle children of the history man, no purpose or place, we have no Great war, no Great depression, our great war is a spiritual war, our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we are very, very pissed off"

—Tyler Durden, ("Fight Club" film.)

Here I am, trying to write you a letter. An extensive letter. A summary of all this time. From all these experiences. I don't know who you are. I don't know where the story of your life, or of your death, will have gone. I don't know if you've come out of the abyss, or if you'll be fully adapted to it. Maybe what I'm proposing now, will be definitive for you. Or maybe it's just an episode, in this sea of events, that constitutes the very existence.

Don't laugh at me, or judge me harshly. My intention is to try to guide you, to support you. Or at least, keep you company in moments of unbearable pain.

I am now 31 years old, it is September, Monday, the 12th of 2011. This is addressed to you, or rather to myself. What difference does it make? When I read this again, if I do, I'll be a different person. Each new day, each new or recurring thought that passes through you, changes you, makes you another. It shapes you, defines you, deforms you.

The water that flows through a river is not the same, even if it doesn't look like it. In this way, our being, the entity that defines us and we call "I", could be compared to the water of the river. And our body, in its course. So, on a more elementary material level, our most immediate neural connections, our energy, that's what we would be.

And the memories? Do they not influence us in a constant, integrated, invariant way, ours? Are they not permanently coded, capable of being recalled at will? How can we be tied to a nervous immediacy, which forms an elusive, ambiguous present, on horseback from the past and the future, timeless?

The truth is, for this virtual database of information to exist, a continuous flow of energy is necessary. Energy generated chemically, translating perceptive, external and own signals. Shaping our thoughts, joy, nightmares, passions, and that which we call heart. This is the root of our spirit ultimately.

Our whole construction of the 'I' is fictitious. It is adaptive to have an identity, but it is an illusion. A brilliant chimera designed and implemented by the different components of our nervous system. If these structures function properly, the connection with this reality will be intense. If there is a disorder, the identity is conflictive, and the connection with this reality is weightless.

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