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philosophy of illusion

from i am nowhere essay:

and to link to the essay in intentionality- and this is a big one- the fact that there is subjective continuity- even if it was illusory or a trick of memory or the brain- the fact that the higer order of existence of logic and reason render this- appears to me to indicate an even higher order of existence- intention. god (replace this word) intends for life to be how it is right now- with all its beauty and storytelling. So the mechanics by which it occurs/ even if it points so some sort of suspicious, illusory, nihilistic means- gets usurped by the beauty of the intention of such an illusion- and therefore it is not an illusion, it is in fact- WRONG to call it an illusion, misleading.

just like the painter intends for the audience tolook past the canvas to be fully immersed in the art, in the same way that cinema intends for the audience to forget the theatre and be fully immersed in the film- THAT is the the point of the art. the artist of the movie intends for the audience to connect with it- if somebody went to to a movie and noticed or was fixated- at all times- the curtains around folk screen would be to miss the point of the movie. in fact it wouldn't even be the truth of the movie. same with life- to be constantly concerned with the mechanics of life- and to let THAT define the meaning and art of life is to miss the point of life, and thus is not the truth. the intention of why this “illusion” (illusion is the wrong word here- as films aren't illusions”) usurps and transcends the means by which the medium is rendered. this is why depersonalized and realized people may get depressed- as they are fixated on what appears to be an illusory reality?- reference essay on simulations and transcendence of meaning

perhaps from another angle- much of our suffering is predicated on life being real and serious- if we saw a movie and forgot that it was a movie- we would be horrified by the deaths we see in the screen- in the same way, if we saw life as a play, a stage with characters, perhaps we woukd not take it so seriously- like a movie. that's not to say that death doesn't matter or shouldn't matter- it's just our overly concerned nature of being is what kills our soul the most.

this is probably a seperate essay^is this related to philosophy of illusion? idk.

that the universe presents my dad to be as my dad-with all the love and intention-IS my dad. it transcends the mechanics by which i and my dad can be. transcends the idea that we are just the same person living simultaneously. so it's not deception by any means. the director hasn't deceived the audience to think that the contents in the film are ACTUALLY happening- that the actors aren't acting. - that's just a silly way to interpret things. the point of the film is beyond all that- it's the story, love, hero's journey, connection, relarionships, etc.

plus to have archetypes, a father figure, friendships and more may be necessary for ones thriving and flourishing in existence. to have an “other” is vital. because if we all embraced this radical notion of being th we same person in different bodies may inhibit our reality- collapse our reality in a certain extent. to see yourself in everything may be to reduce things down- or perhaps to expand yourself up.

from strangeness of repeition essay:

I guess its the degree with wich things change your life.

Everything you see is speaking to you. You are born and dying every second. —>illusion of subjective continuity. reincarnating every second. enlightenement is the escape from this apparanrly. and reality can be seen as truely terrifyingly opposite of what we normally think..maladaptive to evolution...things only existing by contrasrt...treadmill theory of reality...things fading in and out of existence, nit actually any past or future but fading in and out...solipsism...no free will...thus truth and what is actually reality being amaladptive to evolution... simulation...how we are one...it always comes down to fear of consciousness is the begining of wisdom, and light. and remember the essay alluding to my dad, that me loving my dad and my dad loving me, and us agreeing and sharing life-how it is the INTENTION and FEELING and LOVE of life and the intention of living sincerely and of having th intntion of subjective contuinity...THAT SUPERCEDES REALITY, or the strange theories of it. and because it SUPERCEDES reality, is thus ACTUALLY IS REALITY! reminds me of mark pritchard sad alron...where this entity being has awareness of both the normal good and the horror confusion and terror, and is able to fly betwen both territory lines with ease and a slight smile on its face - buddha like. to see the entrappings and philsoophiclap traps of mind and being, and being in that hell.. the hell of existential dread and depression, and to come out of it. to not be enthusiastic anymore, to not feel many human emotions anymore, but to have a tiny smile, not jaded, no

reality can start to feel like an existential trap of deception,

all of it points to me - and the collapse of the universe. an imminent collapse

. thats what i experienced in my acid trip, a feeling like all things hinted and pointed towards a collapse of the univers into my sense of self. but it was throgh fear. through fear we are unconscious. and i am still here. i came back.

it blows my mind how anything exists at all... (put in existential). nothing makes sense. the philosophy here suggests that nothing should work, but yet it exists and it works. everything seems to be tied in. a miralce. i dont get it. f anything it just shos how strange and ysteirous the world, our mind, and consciousness really is. there is more there there. there is an underlying mystery (link arcadia) at play here. real life is not so pedestrian.

like how would you know. how could you truly know if you're not walking in a treadmill, if you're not in a solipsistic world, that other people exist, etc etc.

so knowing and proof lose its value. it crumbles. or at least the normative conventional form of knowing and proof. at some point lck something needs to usurp it.