2024-10-30
Personality and knowledge as passed down within psyche. I guess the mind is like a composite of civilizations. I don’t know how many generations have lived and died in my head. Probably more than I can count. It happens behind the scenes so it’s hard to keep track.
New hypostases or persons are being born in a semi-regular procession into the world of the mind or 3alām ‘al-qalb (عالم القلب) or Innerewelt. They are born according to the active intellect of the Innerewelt (also, ousia) which correspondingly reflects the active intellect of God.
Essentially, these persons extend, or are extensive of, materia prima as it is necessarily expressed in Entelechy (as articulated by Leibniz). They relate and consecrate resistant souls by a force not abstract, but visceral and carnal.
The coming and going of epochs in one’s mind is powered by an engine of suffering, fueled by blood. The history of Innerewelt is terrible.
In my Innerewelt, I know that there have been peoples, nations, wars, massacres, and genocides. No person is safe. This world is dictated by the repulsion and attraction between sovereign kingdoms and steppe nomads. Within the kingdoms are manors that are precisely, autistically, surgically managed by Throne and See alike. These loci, or quilting-monads of force, exist for and against eachother: secular and providential noeses. The first formation, the network of lordships formally-but-not-practically subservient to imitatio imperii, is a fluid yet resistant system of subordinate labor in the image of Adam. Labor serves as means and end. Nothing here exists outside of wretched, back-breaking labor.
In contrast to this, the Sacerdotium is an ever-ascending ecclesiastical hierarchy. The hypostases who undoubtedly live horrible lives within one’s Innerewelt are ranked and measured according to the individuated nous. Every clergyman stands above the last, on a designated step of a spiral staircase as it turns like a gear, elevating these persons toward Nous by means of the individual nous. Consequently, when any person reaches the hazy tops of the turning spirals, they realize that they have failed to reach heaven, and that their pilgrimage had been in vain. They jump and fall to their death.
Outside of this doubly-articulated dynamic exist the nomads who engage in frequent slaughter. Sedentary populations are made to choose between migration or victimage. Both options beget death and destruction. The nomads are the Outside that even the individuated nous—or the universal intellect of one’s Innerewelt —cannot access. They are excess that cannot be assimilated into the world. All they do is kill.
The Inside does not play dead. Walls are built in every corner of the mind. These walls, at first mounds of clay, are the only construction that may hit the limits of the inner-world and scratch the pleromic limit. The constant construction of the walls is by far the most brutal instance of labor in one’s Innerewelt, and it comes to set a universal precedent of toil unto death.
This Inner world bears resemblance to DID, except it is a universal condition. Any one mind is only knowledgeable to the extent that knowledge has been passed down to those who are alive to labor. The loss of wisdom through the death of hypostatic persons, whether natural or violent, degrades the content of the mind. The mind is merely the capacious soil (adam) upon which the perennial cycle of toiling, dying persons is grounded. It is the soil from which the wheat grows until the season of harvest.
The mind accords to nothing but the labor and false-gnosis of generations past and generations to come.