"Madness, a form of love: The certifiably TRUE ravings of a sectioned philosopher"

[PillPuppetPoet]

On self-identity and freedom of conscience. Nowadays, if a ‘woman’ came into a psychiatrist’s office and professed to be a Champion Bull, raring to butt horns in the otherwise peaceful long-grassed meadows once more ... the good Dr. would rightly feel obliged to continue the interview in aggressive snorts and threatening raking at the carpet. But if this erstwhile proud Minator were to opine that there is no such thing as ‘schizophrenia’ or ‘mental illness’, someone’s professional opinion would be gravely offended and someone else’s dosage would be judiciously and roundly quadrupled.

 

The chief problem. The chief problem the madman faces is how to deal with the paralyzing guilt he feels for his overweening and unjust superiority to others in his vicinity, a long with alienation from his own true nature. He solves it either by becoming 'beyond good or evil' or getting himself iatorgenically brain damaged to the point where he is no longer superior, in the process destroying his true original nature. This is exactly the situation our whole civilization currently faces compared to other, more primitive peoples, and from the unprecedented rise in use of prescription drugs it is equally clear which of the two ‘solutions’ we are opting for.

One extreme leads to the next. The current rush of ideological fanaticism is the inevitable and logical result of the nihilistic void left by relativism and a silly inculcation of tolerance as the fundamental value, rather than merely as a qualified means of realizing true value. When kids are deprived of beliefs and ideals with which to give their life meaning and grandeur, they will latch onto the first and most vile thing they hear someone speak remotely passionately about.

(....a few appetizers from the forthcoming 'Madness, a form of love: The certifiably TRUE ravings of a sectioned philosopher", available 2019)

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