Anonymous
7/22/2025, 12:01:03 AM No.24571072
Which philosopher or school of thought argues that life essentially is your own sandbox, that the goal is to tune your senses finely enough to where your experiences are as whole as possible, and to strive to be one with Goodness itself through said journey?
It sounds like the most basic humanist conception of life, but as I've been going through this spiritual crisis lately, it seems fairly reasonable. I was taught in my upbringing to always be paranoid about what you're setting yourself up to experience, to never trust the passions, and that a solitary life led in complete retirement from the world was automatically more virtuous and closer to the truth than going out and about ; but truthfully, I'm not sure how to feel about that anymore. Reading accounts of saints and monastery life and contemplative existence has failed to convince me. I'm in awe of existence itself, with everything it carries, the good and the bad and horrifying, and I enjoy the chaos and anarchic rhythm of modern life. I hold kindness and mercy up as the highest virtues, and I don't see why I shouldn't, other than the obvious self-defense angle where you're leaving an opening for malevolent forces to butcher everything that is beautiful. But so many people have asserted, for centuries on end, that it was ultimately foolish to believe as such, and that you'd be on a highway to damnation for it.
Is this what neoplatonism ultimately leads to? I'd trust Spinoza's panpsychic assessments if it weren't for his questionable background.
At the worst of times, I feel sorry for enjoying life.
It sounds like the most basic humanist conception of life, but as I've been going through this spiritual crisis lately, it seems fairly reasonable. I was taught in my upbringing to always be paranoid about what you're setting yourself up to experience, to never trust the passions, and that a solitary life led in complete retirement from the world was automatically more virtuous and closer to the truth than going out and about ; but truthfully, I'm not sure how to feel about that anymore. Reading accounts of saints and monastery life and contemplative existence has failed to convince me. I'm in awe of existence itself, with everything it carries, the good and the bad and horrifying, and I enjoy the chaos and anarchic rhythm of modern life. I hold kindness and mercy up as the highest virtues, and I don't see why I shouldn't, other than the obvious self-defense angle where you're leaving an opening for malevolent forces to butcher everything that is beautiful. But so many people have asserted, for centuries on end, that it was ultimately foolish to believe as such, and that you'd be on a highway to damnation for it.
Is this what neoplatonism ultimately leads to? I'd trust Spinoza's panpsychic assessments if it weren't for his questionable background.
At the worst of times, I feel sorry for enjoying life.
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