Daemonic Psychobabble

Thoughts on Life and Emotion

Or just plain old cynicism... cut the happy shit and get on with it

Courtesy of Destruction...

"Love is the regrowth of the wings of the soul."
-Plato

Emotion is a bridge of sorts. The Higher Self, the soul, cannot be reached but through the unconscious...and the unconscious does not respond to reason or logic. We are thinking creatures... but our emotions rule us, move us to action or freeze us in place. Emotion thus fills the gulf between conscious and unconscious, mind and spirit...and when we pay attention to it, it carries us, to salvation or damnation.

Fear

Fear is in many ways the most powerful emotion. Animals might not be able to love or hate...but even the dumbest beast can fear predators. It springs from the instincts, the primordial drive for survival. Fear triggers the "fight or flight" physiological and psychological reactions that make us, as living beings, more likely to survive a dangerous situation. Though we have since developed into thinking, feeling creatures, our instincts remain. Only our "predators", what trigger our internal alarms, have changed. As animals, we fear the unknown because it may harbor dangers that we do not know how to deal with...we remain creatures of habit.

Fear is necessary, but it is also the bonds which hold us back. Being natural, it cannot be conquered, but must be faced and accepted. Fear is the Guardian of the Threshold, who challenges the seeker at the gates between the conscious and unconscious. To advance, we must break the mold into which we have been pressed, we must gaze into the mirror of the soul and embrace the stranger we see...and, in doing so, we come face to face with the infinite, the unknown...with fear as our traveling companion.

Love

I don't agree with much of anything Christianity puts forward as doctrine...but the statement "God is love" does catch my interest. Love is the connection between us all, the force that sustains life (and I know Death will disagree with me on that note). Call it the All, the primordial sea of possibility...and, thus, "God." Love is as necessary for us as humans as are air and food...it inspires us to rise beyond the level of base consciousness and grow as nothing else can. To play with analogies a bit more, love forms the scaffolding of the soul. It is the basic stuff of humanity, the Indra's web that unites all of us. Ethics, morals, laws...all must stem from love, or they are worthless.

Love must, however, begin with the Self. The microcosm is always the source of actions that affect the macrocosm...any action at all is merely an outward manifestation of some change that occurs within. Every act inspired by love is an act of self-respect, which encourages growth. For to love, even oneself, one must lower one's defenses, take risks, appear vulnerable...a challenge some people are not up to facing.

Hatred

Every strong emotion empowers its object by assigning importance to it. If you love someone, they grow stronger in that love. If you hate someone, the same is true; the object of hatred holds power over you because you let this hatred--and, by extension, its object--rule you, influence your thoughts, dominate you. Hatred thus becomes a parasite, sapping your strength in its all-encompassing flame to strengthen another.

Like love, hatred must begin with the Self. Again, it is impossible to express an emotion that is not a mirror of something you feel inside. You only hate things or people that remind you of aspects of yourself that you repress. It is indeed impossible to hate a stranger...so hatred is self-defeating, and it shrivels the soul, locking into a vicious cycle of feeding a flame that will never be satiated. It is the domain of the cut-off, broken little figure who cannot interact with the outside world...so must regard it with envy and itself with loathing.


Death's Little Contribution To Psychobabble (finally)

Considering it was his idea in the first place, he sure has taken his time

Humankind seems to have some innate ability to find the worst of every situation and they like it that way. No one is happy unless there is adversity... our lives depend on shitty things happening to us.

Why is this? Well, firstly, how would anything seem good unless you have something crap to compare it with?
Always you hear of how great things were when you were a child...but as a child, you don't wake up every morning thinking "oh, this is a wonderful life"..no.. you only realize how good you had it when you are grown up, and all the memories of the horrible things (and let's not deny that) that happened to you as a child mysteriously vanish, leaving only images of selling lemonade, tree houses, and the other ingredients of a perfect childhood. Of course, all the neuroses you subconsciously picked up as a child will plague you in your adulthood until you go to a shrink... then you discover you had a really shit childhood and make the grand conclusion that it was all your parents' fault.

People who grew up during times of war or conflict, tend to branch into two different types: Those that turn out completely screwed up, ending up in nuthouses, and those who somehow manage to acquire decency, and become all around good people.
However, as soon as they try to instill what they have learnt in their children, it immediately backfires..because times have changed by the time the next generation rolls in.
Humans are very stubborn creatures when they want to be.. Most of the time they blindly follow where they are told, but at times, they do the opposite just to prove their "independence". A parent will try to teach their child all the things that he or she had learnt from life. Of course, that child will only see it as the parent trying to control their life.. and will go ahead and make the same exact mistakes that their parents made... just to prove that their parents can't "push them around".
By the time they have realized their mistake..they try to teach the next generation..and the cycle continues...

For some reason, throughout history, altruism, martyrdom, self-sacrifice..all these qualities have been glorified. The act of giving up your happiness for someone else.. People have some masochistic desire to be trampled on.. to be pitied for their grief, their sorrow, their loss...

When things are going good, most people are at a loss as to what to do with themselves.. instead of enjoying the good while they can, they tend to just laze around until *oops* it's crap again.. then they wake up.
Happiness, joy, and all those other overrated qualities are boring. They become monotonous after awhile...
Nothing like a good dose of anger, or sorrow... or any other negative emotion to liven things up.

We are a morbid bunch.. We flock to see the sites of car accidents.. Whenever the cry "fight" resounds through the playground..everyone in earshot runs to see..
Because..not only do we have a masochistic streak a mile wide.. we are complete sadists as well.. finding sick pleasure in the downfall of others.

To fill in the long years between birth and death,we spend our time making life miserable for ourselves, and others...

If we are in the image of some god... I hope I never have the opportunity to meet Him/Her/It.




Cynicism's Little Manic Slice of the Rant ('bout time...)

People are an unhappy bunch. (to be continued...)


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