01-04-2026, 12:58 AM
It occurs to me that For-Meism occurs to me in two ways: The first is that everything everyone says is tedious and redundant for me. Secondly, framing everything with For Me allows people to, at least, realize that I'm talking about both what things mean to me, not what is real or true, and that whatever doesn't mean anything to me is irrelevant. I also found a way of experiencing this Magickally, as there is One Pillar where everything I say and do is Creative Certainty for myself, which keeps me involved in things at all, and there is a balancing Pillar which sees that the same is true for everyone else, that is, they also must stand and move from somewhere, so I balance my Conceit with plenty of room for theirs.
The best Defense is Honesty. The greatest Offense is Love. Love is offensive.
When I don't drink alcohol, I consider everything I say before I say it, and everything everyone else says before I reply to it. What I've learned is that nothing I say is worth saying unless it has some resonance from my pov, and the same is true for what matters about what I hear others say. When I'm not drinking, nothing matters to me, so everything I say is pointless to me, and I see that it may or may not matter to others. So I say things anyway. And I engage with others as though what they say matters. When I'm drinking or excited in any other form, things do actually matter to or for me, and maybe or maybe not to or for others. I see that Baudelaire, while not necessarily talking about alcohol, also meant this in his "Prose-Poem" called Get Drunk!
When one is drunk, all is spontaneous and true and real and important. I would encourage us all to read that poem, and get drunk on whatever floats our boat in and out of worlds, cliches, sense and nonsense. As the play is the thing, and the giddiness is the spider on the one dollar bill.
As for losing the reader, I know the reader or care for them (I'm a multiculturalist) no more or less than I do for what I'm saying. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.
I made a few references here, and maybe one allusion.
The best Defense is Honesty. The greatest Offense is Love. Love is offensive.
When I don't drink alcohol, I consider everything I say before I say it, and everything everyone else says before I reply to it. What I've learned is that nothing I say is worth saying unless it has some resonance from my pov, and the same is true for what matters about what I hear others say. When I'm not drinking, nothing matters to me, so everything I say is pointless to me, and I see that it may or may not matter to others. So I say things anyway. And I engage with others as though what they say matters. When I'm drinking or excited in any other form, things do actually matter to or for me, and maybe or maybe not to or for others. I see that Baudelaire, while not necessarily talking about alcohol, also meant this in his "Prose-Poem" called Get Drunk!
When one is drunk, all is spontaneous and true and real and important. I would encourage us all to read that poem, and get drunk on whatever floats our boat in and out of worlds, cliches, sense and nonsense. As the play is the thing, and the giddiness is the spider on the one dollar bill.
As for losing the reader, I know the reader or care for them (I'm a multiculturalist) no more or less than I do for what I'm saying. Sometimes I do, sometimes I don't.
I made a few references here, and maybe one allusion.