to Heidegger, metaphysics distracts thinkers from the true task of philosophy, which I can only assume he thought was “how can I lick boots even better?”
the section labeled “metaphysics” in any bookstore is full of used Ram Dass shit and like, ~high vibe~ narcissism-as-self-help.
that shelf is often near books that have taught me something I think people once called “wisdom,” if not exactly a coherent worldview.
the universe seems a teeming morass of oscillation and drama, the complexification of which involutes itself through resonances both attractive and repellent to fractal instances of energy that is Love, forever and ever, amen, peace out, fuck you.
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