I have never read or heard a more eloquent, and logical illustration of the schizoid personality. The author is able to illustrate these traits and self defeating elements to such an extent that I was able to feel the frustration and sense of hopelessness that must be a constant for them. To be able to produce anything let alone literary masterpieces in such circumstances speaks to an unseen element in mankind’s nature where we are able to strive ahead against abysmal conditions with little or no hope. Although I have never been a fan of nihilism I think I may try some Cioran given the context shown by this piece.
While I think you give me far too much credit I appreciate all the kind words nonetheless! Most schizoids withdraw instead of act, it’s unfortunate the ones who do manage to create never leave directions
There's a passage 'acedia' in the short history where he says: "You are a munk in a cloyster abbandoned by god.' I think this characterises him very well. The inconsequence of being rather than acting as a hinderance to existing came to be its driving force. As he would say it: "To take revenge for all questions posed or kept unposed."
yeah it’s hard not to develop a grudge against everything, internally it feels specifically designed with malice in mind. it’s so self-contained, paradoxical and elastic one can’t escape the feeling of being cursed. he rebelled and he won though, i can’t hide my admiration
Exactly, one cannot escape the feeling of being cursed, this is what cioran ellicits so vividly. On the other hand, if one cannot escape the feeling of being cursed, why not learn to enjoy it instead? To me much of Cioran's oeuvre could be described as a secularised story of Job, one born out of inevitability instead of God.
In truth I do, to an extent, one could almost call us lucky in the modern context as we have our own little internal mythology to contend with. Strategize, burnout, rebuild, score a win, retreat. There’s always stimulation, and you have a real opponent to rally with. In the modern era one’s enemies, the real ones, are either abstract, systematic, or so undeniable in power and scope it’d be like warring with the weather.
I don’t know what I’d do if I could just do what I wanted to do. Silence would be odd.
I have never read or heard a more eloquent, and logical illustration of the schizoid personality. The author is able to illustrate these traits and self defeating elements to such an extent that I was able to feel the frustration and sense of hopelessness that must be a constant for them. To be able to produce anything let alone literary masterpieces in such circumstances speaks to an unseen element in mankind’s nature where we are able to strive ahead against abysmal conditions with little or no hope. Although I have never been a fan of nihilism I think I may try some Cioran given the context shown by this piece.
While I think you give me far too much credit I appreciate all the kind words nonetheless! Most schizoids withdraw instead of act, it’s unfortunate the ones who do manage to create never leave directions
There's a passage 'acedia' in the short history where he says: "You are a munk in a cloyster abbandoned by god.' I think this characterises him very well. The inconsequence of being rather than acting as a hinderance to existing came to be its driving force. As he would say it: "To take revenge for all questions posed or kept unposed."
yeah it’s hard not to develop a grudge against everything, internally it feels specifically designed with malice in mind. it’s so self-contained, paradoxical and elastic one can’t escape the feeling of being cursed. he rebelled and he won though, i can’t hide my admiration
Exactly, one cannot escape the feeling of being cursed, this is what cioran ellicits so vividly. On the other hand, if one cannot escape the feeling of being cursed, why not learn to enjoy it instead? To me much of Cioran's oeuvre could be described as a secularised story of Job, one born out of inevitability instead of God.
In truth I do, to an extent, one could almost call us lucky in the modern context as we have our own little internal mythology to contend with. Strategize, burnout, rebuild, score a win, retreat. There’s always stimulation, and you have a real opponent to rally with. In the modern era one’s enemies, the real ones, are either abstract, systematic, or so undeniable in power and scope it’d be like warring with the weather.
I don’t know what I’d do if I could just do what I wanted to do. Silence would be odd.
hell yea, insane how unknown Cioran still is
it must be so crazy to know things