The quest for illumination is neccessarily a quest for personal oblivion. Illumination is the awareness of all things simultaneously which is a concept antithetical to individuality. The higher self as we see it from here is no self at all. God’s not a person. It’s an idea on top of the sephirot. We would all be part of God because in order to be God you would be in all things concurrently—with your consciousness being everything—everything as a manefestation of everything. There’s no will at that point, because in order to express will you need to have a singular point of view I would think.
Because of this I think the pinacle of humanness is not understanding. To be incapable of understanding outside of yourself—even as you strive to do so. That existential failing is what defines individuality.
Take the phrase blessed are the children—it’s supposed to portain to the innocence of children. The selfish unknowingness. There’s no culpability in ignorance. And thus no right or wrong. Which means no sin. That’s why all dogs go to heaven, I would imagine.
The struggle for illumination is itself a kind of paradox because it’s a struggle built out of the desire to transcend the very elements that define the quest in the first place.
All the great intellectuals were suicide cases.
— it’s exactly this sort of intelligence shining through that makes this a quietly spectacular show
The film of tomorrow will not be directed by civil servants of the camera, but by artists for whom shooting a film constitutes of a thrilling and wonderful adventure.
The film of tomorrow will resemble the person who made it, and the number of spectators will be proportionate to the number of friends the director has.
The film of tomorrow will be an act of love.” —Francois Truffaut (via lacineaste) (via frenchcinema) (via allinvainortheopposite)