Paths to Self-Creation

[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

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Paths to Self-Creation
Self as Relationship and Project

I have certainly found it useful, even necessary, to explore what is inside myself, to dig a maze of tunnels into my interior in order to discover what is there for creating my life and world. But it does no good to get lost inside myself. Then the very purpose for self-exploration is undermined, because I lose the most essential tools for that exploration. Inner exploration can only be meaningful when it is carried out hand-in-hand with concrete exploration of the external world with the explicit aim of creating one’s life. I am talking here about practical activity such as building or finding shelter; getting food, clothing, tools and other necessities; destroying enemies and harmful elements that threaten my life; developing relationships of complicity, affinity and mutuality, love and friendship. In other words, learning how to bring together the tools, relationships, time and space necessary to create what I desire. My uniqueness lies in the fact that I am a particular web of relationships with everything that surrounds me. By grasping the various threads that make up this web and weaving them in specific ways, I become the creator of my life, and this is how I come to know myself. But precisely because this is a question of relationships with other unique beings striving to create their own lives, this is a project that is never completed, a continuing struggle to get beyond my present limits.

One of the necessary tools for this project is abstraction. This is the ability to draw broad, general ideas from specific situations and relationships, ideas that can then be applied to new situations and relationships. Without the ability to create abstract concepts (such as “food”, “heat”, “cold”, “pain”, etc.), we would confront the world at every moment as an infant, never learning to recognize what those things we interact with might mean to us and thus never even beginning the project of self-creation. But when self-exploration turns into a self-indulgent plunge into an interior separated from any concrete external projects, the necessary task of abstraction loses its link to the world and wanders into ethereal realms, perhaps of madness, perhaps of intellectual absurdity disguising itself as profundity. In my opinion, a great deal of present-day “critical theory”, particularly the sort that comes out of academia, is precisely this sort of intellectual absurdity. Consider these two problems that are frequently brought up within academic circles:

How do we know what we know? Can we truly know anything?
Does the individual really exist? Is individuality a meaningful concept?

By leaving these questions in these general abstract forms (or giving them a gloss of false concreteness by addressing them in terms of broad political categories – like the categories of identity politics or the idea of the West – that are themselves abstractions), they can be endlessly debated in a way guaranteed to offer nothing useful. The only people likely to find any interest in these discussions are those who like to lose themselves in theoretical labyrinths separated from the concrete realities of life.

But if we make these questions truly concrete, it changes things completely. For example, let’s ask: “How do we know what we know about building a house? Can we truly know anything about building a house?” All of the sudden, everything is so clear. I come to know what I know about building a house by bringing together people who can teach and aid me, gathering tools and materials necessary for accomplishing the task, and doing it. Once I have successfully built a house, I can say that I truly know how to build a house.

It’s a bit trickier to make the idea of individuality concrete. It isn’t enough to merely rephrase the problem in this way: “Do I exist?” Because this “I” can be conceived of as a pure abstraction, completely separated from the world, a crystallized ideal standing above all relationship. This would leave us in the same quandary as the earlier wording. We would still be left in a labyrinth of pure abstraction without escape.

We can bring the problem of individuality into the concrete world precisely by talking in terms of our relationships with the world, in other words by asking questions like: “Am I picking up this hammer? Am I reading this book? Am I attacking this institution? Am I talking with my friend? Am I writing these words?” Made concrete in this way, the absurdity of the original question is exposed. Since existence is simply the interweaving relationships of individuals acting upon and with each other, of course individuals exist. The concept of existence and that of the individual are meaningless without each other. Since I pick up hammers, read books, attack institutions, talk with friends and write words, since I relate with and act upon the web of relationships that is existence, I exist. And since I do so in a way that is specific to the threads that weave together to form my life, I am a unique individual in relationship with other unique individuals.

Who am I? better question is “WHAT am I?
Not something called a personal Identity that the state created.
I am the son of a man. That man is my creator.I am one generation newer version of my father.
I should have the right to identify myself not the duty to go get identified by people who do not know me.

love and respect to all

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

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[harpo-my-“SON”Participant 2410]

I accepted that My father created me in his image
and that now that he is my heavenly father nothing could erase evolutionary biology. I would be him attempting to create an improved version of himself.

I see no other reason for procreation than the
outside chance you may produce someone who would
appreciate the life you gave them so much, that they
honored you by naming your spirit their personal God. Immortalizing the person you were by bringing it back
to life.

A real second chance at life given to you by the life you created.
who among you can think of a better gift for a father?

evolution is men changing for the better.
Why would you wish to devolve?
Once a man accepts the truth he is evolved.
not devolved

like any work in progress he must save it,
Or lose it.

How would a male human save his evolutionary changes?

The only logical reason we may have to possibly even house in our brain the notion we want to procreate.

Yes as much as I detest the thought, the truth is without women mankind cannot continue to biologically
save his evolutionary changes.

Humans are birthed but I Winston McKinney created the man Harpomason has become. My spirit is that of his creator who endowed him with the right to believe.

I created him as a save point.

evolutionary biology is a thing.

The right not to be offended by the truth is not a thing.
There will always be those who believe their
right not to be offended should be protected.

They will insist telling them the self evident truth
somehow causes them harm so censorship must be the answer.

Many, large numbers of men have given their lives protecting villains who pay them to hide the truth.

only the guilty would hide from the truth.

who but the creators of war would know the true reasons they created it. ask the ones who finance it “BANKERS”or the ones who order its battles “GOVERNMENTS”?

Use some logic both have existed through out history
the one who claims authority gained by the peoples consent (GOV) claim to be scared of saying “NO” to the banks who claim to be under the control of government.

Remember when conspiracy was a bad thing to say.
your a nut job, fruitcake inti government person
if you believed anyone conspired against basic
rights such as life or liberty.

Identity politics works good for dividing and conquering until you divide the two halves
of the godly unit needed to procreate.

children are from god and gods children come in all ages.My chosen god would be willing to come back from heaven and testify to this truth with very diplomatic civilized disobedience put in written form.

It is Evil to divide families
No matter what part you are
playing in the process.

Strong families come from heavenly marriages
no human may put them asunder.
They lack jurisdiction.

societies standards about what defines a man falls a bit short in describing the value I found in my fathers
teaching. He deserves more than I could ever repay.

He is a man reborn and going his own way

I am nothing but his exclusively private unpaid chauffeur honeymooning with my husband Jesus.

I will die knowing I had a personal relationship
with my heavenly father while he lived on earth
as well as a spiritual walk with him after he passed away and no one one earth will be able to prove otherwise and my private documentation as I travel through time using his signature should solidify his existence in spirit. I am his personal assistant just doing what my fathers spirit demands. who could prove otherwise when the history was,is and will be written both publicly and privately?

I never wanted this.
I was told not to want for anything.
I wanted an exclusively private life
I lived it that way for 55 years
mission accomplished although I lived
like a political refugee for a long time.
Now I expect the second half of my life
will be more complicated and much less
private.

I have no choice in the matter.
I cannot deny the will of my
father’s spirit to live again.
He is bold as a lion.
I knew he had more teaching to do.
I cannot take credit for what I am becoming
I must only take all the blame.
Using my fathers signature and name claiming to be his spirit saved by Jesus hosted in the heart of my first born and only begotten son.
How crazy and comical does my truth sound?
Yes my father knows what is funny to me.

HA! HA! HA!

love and respect

I was bound to be misunderstood, and I laugh at those who misunderstand me. Kind mockery at the well intentioned, but unfettered cruelty towards those would be prison guards of my creative possibilities. This so as to learn as much from misunderstanding as from understanding. Taking pleasure in worthy opponents and making language fluid and flowing like a river yet pointed and precise as a dagger. Contradicts the socialistic purpose of language and makes for a wonderful linguistic dance, A verbal martial art with constant parries that hone the weapon that is the two edged sword of my mouth.

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