Let's go happy hippy in the relative stability of this moment in the history of words and meaning by making a call to the expression "Individual willing is the source of lasting satisfaction."
Shall we sit quietly a while to contemplate purpose before throwing our own paint box at this wall of nonsense or if you prefer let's use Schopenhauerian Truth instead of nonsense.
However tempting it might be, hold fast to none of it as we grapple with the idea that intellect is yet one more running dog of those invisible drives that arrive out of nowhere on ecstatic waves in the fields of existence where you and I are forced to labor.
So why not mutter something like "Individual willing is the source of lasting satisfaction" before finding your boots and going shopping for a better paint box.
"Mother of Buddha! Another good mood comrade."
Yes, I think therefore it is! Go ahead Maya, tickle me with attributeless absolutes and tell me that such beautiful creatures have attributes and I will begin to see the charm of the brilliant pretend state you have given us.
"If I could advise?"
Please do.
"The line 'thy rod and thy staff' might advance the fragility of your thinking."
It's not just the magic of an illusion, it's an appearance, but does "to think" or "to make" turn an idea into a physical reality. Or is it the other way round.
"Words are not physical realities, nor is meaning."
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