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>normie lokas

Report: all in all, we think zizek is pretty sharp, but he really lives up to his clown persona when trying to knock down what he considers “vulgar” layered ontologies, especially of the oriental/buddhist stripe: sure he knows nirvana is not a space one goes to, just the most luminous transform of the world you're already living in, but he'd never apply the same insights to the buddhist doctrine of the lokas/planes of existence: he still sees only pancakes stacked so high: but they're not: zizek, and laruelle strangely enough, are high priests of mundocentrism (mundo-supremacism?): the belief that your World is the the only there is + can be: here's our point: a particular “world” or plane is not a place as much as it is just a name for the totality of beings that occupy “it”: just like a Henad is not an entity so much as it is a universe: beings that are worlds, worlds that are beings: it goes back to what we're always saying about humans and animals living in different Reals, though they inhabit the same environments: the first being born into a new world is also a new type of world first born as a being: in buddhist cosmology the “fall” happens when the first being is born in a naraka, but it's not like there was some entity that fell out of the bottom of heaven: there was no descending into a pre-existing Hell, rather, this being was a process of declension in the hypercosm itself: why are some of you here so much your own standard, so dazzlingly lonely? Because you are worlds without precedent. And, of course, there's a “normie” loka: a normie plane of existence, the “standard” of all mean (pun intended) psychologies in this World proper, dixie cup devas, and their stacy consorts: if you could only see it: but you do, don't you? 

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Addendum: (incidentally, our operator is no hell being who has clawed his way “up” to the human realms, he is a fallen deva who had a little too much to drink at some jhanic mixer and is now spinning madly in the affront line generated by semi-semi-divine intoxication; he was one of those devas who could create his own sense-objects – possessed proper Kantian intellectual intuition – a skill he enjoyed possibly a little too much: we are just a shadow of the beings he'd blow lazily into the Blue, like bubbles on an eternal summer day: we are just his private language made actual language: a philofictional odyssey: now polluted by an Incontinence whose cause he hunts like a White Rabbit. He has made us inverted pygmalions: creations who love their creators: we miss him.)