The walls of Ancient Egypt are knowledge imprinted in the enigmatic solvent spilt by chance for the next solar flares to occur.
The mysterious nebula of deities worshipped by adepts in cheating death neatly dropped some keys intervening the distinct hieroglyphs. Shall text be read along the sidelines – reverse engineering supports generating the keygens springing at Rosetta Stone period. The heads of animals, the manlike entities, weird combinations full of symbolism and exotic appealing forms assembled as an acknowledgement of all-encompassing design discovered amid the delicate nature of the Nile.
A little reminder carried through the synth-pop era as well.
Indeed, death is everywhere while no dread observed in carefully painted contours affixed to venturesome figures planning to move onward.
Who is a big boss down here had taught the flashed feathery predator to be nasty?
Likewise a falcon shows no mercy for the weak, a flying brute killimanjaro transmutes the catch into a bitty decapitated carcass within a few seconds.
Consequently, the Majestic God Ra’a takes the given life back harshly. To Him, it is the outstanding Super Powers located up somewhere at 12 o’clock and not applicable to the speaking earthlings regarded primarily to human beings. The nearly glaring line tightly sealed between the head and body amongst the envisioned shapes had already captured all the mythological lores ever told through the Sun-deity rendered corresponding to the fractal logic as the falcon-headed awesome personality embodied to a masculine entity.
Just a plane image of Ra’a directs to the inevitable conversance of Love. Unstoppable Creator sprays gods, cosmic bodies, beings and etc. Well, clearly, because he is capable of creating anything swiftly and also flawlessly wherever floats his boat without a ripple on peaceful waters of sky blue. Accordingly, He wants to be Loved because He is Great. No fuckups, the harmony in His actions, well-balanced flight over his deeds where Master observing the domains proudly.
Thus Heliopolis based cult was beyond the ordinary ‘pagan’ sense of the universal creation. Writings on the Pyramide’s walls had caged the impossible – an idea of ‘self’.
A Sphinx was a warning not to be like Selfish Jean.
Talks on the futuristic topics are addictive activities. You’ve got to move on and may never look behind the explosions. Everybody in the place be cool from the desk till dawn.
The World Association of Psychoanalysis (WAP) was launched at the initiative of Jacques-Alain Miller in Buenos Aires on 3 January 1992. It was declared in Paris, four days later, on 7 January. Its statutes are modelled on Jacques Lacan‘s “Founding Act” and adopt the principles outlined in his “Proposition” on the Pass.
Oh, the Spanish language is melodic, still chills on this classic trance song.
No doubt, Jacques Lacan had an unshakable interest in Oedipal stuff. Sincere attachments he must have had at the life-long analytical commitment. His old-school approach implies to go back and track down the bloody roots of that massive cause in his unblemished raving attempts.
The sweet seminar №17 denotes a beautiful throw for the future addressed mostly to his good fellas in the field. The touching passage has an aim to level up the jilted psychoanalysts for a vital next step in the knowledge if one can’t stop his rave on the moving forward and won’t stop.
The Seminar XVII, The Other Side of Psychoanalysis is to be transmitted anyway now thanks to enjoyable online tools.
Anyway, it didn’t happen.
Then the Oedipus question is intact.
So I’m going to make some opening remarks, because you see I…
we really have to hammer this thing out, because
this is not a story that can be retracted.
L’ envers de la psychanalyse 1969 – 1970 (via Google Translate)
Alright, it is the Hammer time to touch this Oedipal topic.
Some Redditor guy questions modern social thinking way more accurate than every member of IPA on congress explaining the click-bait themes on the Feminine, Intimacy passionately trapped in the web of Psycho-therapeutic tools. It sounds most romantic for certified specialists while facing the severe challenges on Oedipal complex now migrated far to the Asia-Pacific region as a perception of events moves backwards the progressive attitudes in Lacanian Studies. As for the Reddit community, it is not a big deal if the answer comes straight to the point below the post.
In short I am wondering what the significance of this point is. For those who are not aware, it is this joke: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmJVsaxoQSw To begin this inquiry then, I wan to point out this talk with Stephen Grosz, (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XniIQaL1b8k) where Zizek says that the point the “joke” is precisely what brain sciences like Cognitive Science, don’t get (I would maybe even extend this to computer sciences and AI). He argues that even when coffee without milk is materially the same as coffee without cream, it is nonetheless ideally different. He argues that the negation (what you don’t get) is not the same and hence you don’t get the same coffee. What I hope someone can explain to me is why it matters that they are ideally different when the customer still gets the same coffee they wanted. One move I can think of that Zizek may agree on is that the customer precisely wanted the coffee without cream rather than just simply black coffee. That is, the negation of “no cream” is part of the desire. So in fact, the customer does not get what they want because what they got was short of what they wanted. Does this then mean that brain sciences are not able to arrive at what humans really desire. I think this maybe the reason why they stress psychoanalysis’ importance today.
In recurrent Zizek’s coffee-cream joke well-educated audience gives the giggling response ahead of his last words precisely dropping the bass of applause like the cherry topping to a vanilla flavored world-wide consumed beverage in excellent espresso machine while he is still speaking at some intellectual conference turning his critical attempts to explain the ‘ideology’ into le bavardage. And so on and so on, the sense stays behind the curtains. Sure, it is easier to chuckle over this lack of understanding Hegelian’s double negation and take a quick stop in a coffeehouse where two-tailed marine creature labelled on customers’ honest cups of good aroma coffee nicely served to indulge taste buds in the homely atmosphere. The cute signature penned in haste by friendly barista would make the purchase uniquely delightful, or it may insult unintentionally leaving an indelible impression if one’s name misspelled as ‘vagina’ including any cost-effective excuse for special client treatment with a slightly deprecating innocent smile.