Identity
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The people, the things, the places we know are often reminders of complex emotions, carrying a history of mistakes we’ve come to recognise as our own. An outside force - a global integration into these intimate relationships - is perhaps more often than not an awe presented integration. Wondering whether it’s a means to rehabilitate a behavioural crises or completely restart it.
Everything we do, enjoy, and show others is commonly seen by many thinkers as a projected illusion of identity - often feels strong, creating a cloud of primitive emotions. Is it worth questioning where it belongs? Is it worth following where it leads? The things we do and think, feel to be a link, an answer, a conversation, or perhaps a bandage to an untangible reality we dont seem to know much about - often explained by thinkers as magnets under a sheet that appear to move but their form, color, and texture is a guessing game.
Once human action is triggered by the self as a fleeting phenomenon, rather than the untangible nature, confusion, resistance or dead ends present themselves.
A crucial difference between a conversation that responds to this intangible presence, and one that engages with another illusion, whether it’s another person or the self as a fleeting phenomenon. This difference is a point of confusion for many.
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Identity.
The people, the things, the places we know are often reminders of complex emotions, carrying histories of mistakes we’ve come to recognize as our own. An outside force—a global integration into these intimate relationships—presents itself as something to be in awe of. Is it a means to rehabilitate a behavioral crisis, or to reset entirely?
Everything we do, enjoy, and show others is often seen by thinkers as a projected illusion of identity, thick as winter fog—felt, yet intangible. Is it worth questioning where it belongs? Is it worth following where it leads? What we do and think might not craft reality’s first layer, yet they feel like an answer, a conversation, or a bandage over another, less visible reality.
A crucial difference lies between a conversation that responds to this intangible presence, and one that reflects only another illusion—whether it’s another person or the self as a fleeting phenomenon. When our actions stem from the illusion rather than the silent, unnamed nature beneath, they seem to create resistance, confusion—or, perhaps, like all illusions, they circle back on themselves, endless as echoes.
Perhaps identity is both cloud and mirror, illusion and reality—two sides of a veil we wear as much as we are worn by it.
Identity.
The people, the things, the places we know are often reminders of complex emotions, carrying histories of mistakes we’re familiar with. An outside force—a global integration into these relationships—is something to be in awe of. Is it a means to rehabilitate a behavioral crisis, or to restart entirely?
Everything we do, enjoy, and show others is commonly seen by many thinkers as a projected illusion of identity. This illusion feels strong, like a cloud of primitive emotions, thick and heavy. Is it worth questioning where it belongs? Is it worth following where it leads? The things we do and think aren’t the first layer to shape reality but feel instead like a response, a conversation, or a bandage to another intangible reality.
A crucial distinction lies between a conversation that responds to this intangibility, and one that merely mirrors another illusion—whether another person or the self as a phenomenon that isn’t entirely real. This boundary is a point of confusion for many, echoing themes long explored in science fiction. When a human action is guided by the illusion, rather than reaching into the intangible, it seems to create resistance, confusion, or, perhaps, an endless loop.
Draft thoughts and questions that are too specific and almost wrong to ask:
Everything we do is an attempt to answer or fuel it.
The risk of sameness is often a myth. Many expressions are conjured with a contemporary lense. A contemporary lense is by difinition a view from today’s tools, thoughts and availability, rather different to the past
Regardless of time, is separating a feeling from culture and identity possible? Is worth exploring the idea of viewing a style as an emotion rather than a style. Getting complex and
- it doesn’t always feel great to seek advice from. Is this feeling an masked illusion
I guess all i’m trying to do with this blog is find a way to understand and possibly stay away from the primal part of ourselves that produces a well of this illusion of identity. What happens if we achieve a correct balance? Can we remove it completely? replace it with something?
Or rather, in other words, realise that the ‘goal’, the ‘dream’ feeling associated with a ‘goal’, an ideal job, relationship, things, are truelly like climbing at a tree or in some instances like taking a fast elevator up the tree when that feeling of a ‘goal’, a ‘purpose’ hits, In Deleuze and Guatarris’s analogy, you’re bound to fall back.
Similarly with the idea of ‘hope’ - a word thta’s part of most people’s frequent vocab
The feeling of accomplishment - subtle accomplishment - the feeling that i’m worth something when i finish a hard task - is problematic - the approach of shifting one’s focus from the daily balance of emotions and their associated activities is the problematic feature.
Identity, family, a lost parent, an adopted kid. Often talked about as a strong drive to success or goal making -
Some of us get positively amazed when we outsmart other people. Naiavely
Uphoria - neutrality - stability of emotions and life in general versus a wave of emotions / a rollercoaster (which it normally is) - linking it to art and music
Can we live a neutral life? a subtle roolecoaster I would picture, the wave and expression of emotions are so subtle that it creates the illusion of neutrality.
Is the sphere of acting and thinking for oursleves and others for something?
the realisation that nothing we do in every moment or in the future is for ourselves, nor is it for someone we love or someone we know, rather an unknown reason with an unseen something. We’re merely feeding this thing everyday. What we enjoy and we show others is a projected illusion of this feeding.
