Forms of thought

What lies beneath the ether of the mind? Something impossible that the self divides itself from, but from which it cannot escape; it is not secrecy, but (a certain kind of) need.

Error is always internal. We impose errors upon things because to err is implicit in the forms of thinking. Out "good nature" is not deceived, for we have no good nature; our "natural relation to the true" is not maligned for no such relation exists (until it has been created). As with the improbable vexation, "what is stupidity?", thought materializes as its own particular brand of excessiveness by which relations set their fixed points and chart distances along pre-ordained coordinates. We play out the same predestination from which we arise, moment to moment, and thought grasps only those facts which confirm or deny the formality of thought itself, without revealing its ground. This dogma is the philosopher's enigma.  

Madness is not enough, madness has never been enough.

Yes, thought behaves as a hermetic self-valuing. Whatever it confirms is an extension of its own "perpetual self-stating", it must be in harmonic relation to what came before. So thought procreates much like organisms, strictly in its own "DNA", it's terms.

That being said, there is a way to liberate cognizing from the strict causal strains of the intellect, and to bring it closer to its own ground. Naturally when we succeed here, cognizing becomes more passive, representational of its own structures. Kants a priori intuitions can be revealed to the mind, if it refrains from drawing conclusions, from synthesizing observations into judgments. I.e. if the value of the perceived is left purely "speaking for itself", valued only in terms of it being cognizable at all, i.e. its basic adequacy to the consciousness itself.

Note that for the mind to observe the mind, it must be extraordinarily well controlled, its "climate" must be contained in a certain state, so that from one moment to the next, a continuity of perspective on it is possible to it. This is quite the balancing act, it requires the hands on control of the energy, a managing of the frequencies and amplitudes that make up an awareness-phase, containing them within a certain range.

It can be seen thus that as this process succeeds, the cognizing becomes no longer a function of itself, but of a larger process - of the whole of the individuals intent, which is supported and substantiated by his whole being. In such a way thought can be released from the sort of self-protective errors that usually pass for "ego-issues" and determine so many intellectual processes.

A mind set free from its own compulsive prescribing is now truly a tool, a mere machine, something without an identity of itself, serving at the pleasure of the whole entity. It is my belief that only in such a servant state, the mind can be seen for its truly splendorous power.

To unite the mind's object with its subject. This is religiosity, the ultimate form of human knowledge. However, it is true that this knowledge has to be constructed even before it is thought of. It is the ultimate responsibility, the ultimate valuing for the ultimate tool.

Ultimate in the sense that it is an end. Every end is a death, a petrifying into place to handle further building which also slowly rots, ferments away. The last time I asked myself whether reality was worth assuming my answer was very much not rotting.

Madness is dedication. The difference between a zealot and a madman is that the zealot works on another's madnesses. But no, it is not enough. A mother is not enough for a child.