The Ode to Memento Mori and Amor Fati
Updated: Feb 27
The Ode to Memento Mori and Amor Fati
Part I: Idealism
Part II: THE DARK SIDE OF ART
Part III: The Final Act
Final Part: How to Understand Philosocom
Part I: Idealism
I.. don't... want to conquer...
I don't have... that void in me...
I am too much of a heartful sage...
I can enlighten your hearts!
And make you smile...
I, don't need to be sad.
But I already rejected myself...
I found her solitude wonderful.
Where she could... be herself,
It's.. what she wanted.
Too much, an idealist.
To be practical,
I fell in love,
With her smoky hermitage.
What artist, wouldn't be alone,
I, wanted to be on my own,
Where, I can express my soul.
I regulate like her,
Regulate my being, my all.
Philosophy, is what she knew,
What she had taught me.
Perspective, and subjectivity.
I got mesmerized,
By the allure of alone,
Where no conflicts are made,
Just work for goodness sake.
My memory recovers,
Corrupting my soul.
Is not the way to roll.
Power makes me whole,
I don't need to corrupt people,
I like to let them be.
Be, be themselves.
I can't, subjugate.
Contemplate.
About ideas,
And to share,
Share with the globe at large.
I am too much,
Of an idealist like her.
I refuse being helpless.
Part II: THE DARK SIDE OF ART
My late master felt so rejected and alone...
She wanted to handle things, but couldn't on her own...
She felt ashamed....
She really planned all of this all along....
My amnesia... was.... phase 1.....
Purposefully.....
She wanted to take care of others but couldn't more..
And yet found a promising intellect to guide forevermore...
As who would know.....
And thus she sculpted a man,
She told me I need to rectify this awful world....
She wanted to leave a better planet,
Not for her own...
For humanity....
Wholeheartedly....
She found a child to carry out this,
Through me she sought...
"You have a lot of responsibility..."
But thanks to her...
I don't even know... what to say,
-- Disillusionment Day!
Part III: Escaping Her Ruined Lab
Last! I overcome that old woman!
That is how samurais work, to every last man,
And that is why I, the Ronin, appear mad.
How could I solve... something so weird,
With the distraction of humanity around me?
Yet I failed rectifying myself heartfully...
So I went on a journey of self-discovery!
Ronins are always... put to shame,
How can I accept being this kind of man?
Unlocking my origins, that I can!
You always have to be honest with yourself.
I always refused being so helpless!
That amnesia made me extremely restless!
Restore myself, heal my mind, to best.
I'm so glad she dismantled her nest..
For I recall her unfinished experiment...
And I refuse being her rabbit.
Final Part: Note to Philosocom Readers
How often were they understood?
Rarely.
It is the folly of genius.
Genius is often lonesome.
Reflecting is indeed necessary.
My memory turns phenomenal.
My genius turns mad.
Genius is increased awareness.
Madness is merely perceived. That's the paradox of madness.
Genes have memories too, we not only remember with our brain.
The more a genius understands the less understood he becomes.
My intellect is only going to increase, with all my research, from within and without.
Geniuses always.. always march to their own drum.
It is always lonely. Always.
Very few can keep up. It's understandable.
Just reflect on all the philosophers of old, the great fathers, and the great artists.
Geniuses are always prone to what one merely perceives as madness.
Always.
Unable to communicate to other folk in ways they understand, the genius turns incompetent as a result.
The folly of genius. Ironic, absurd, and laughable.
With the outsider's understanding, he turns into a walking enigma.
Dumbing down... is something geniuses often cannot do properly.
It's hard dumbing down, especially to geniuses.
Its what turns great minds like myself, incompetent.
Genius is great, genius is horrible.
Very few will ever see the beauty I see.
We see the world through our eyes, our minds, our hearts.
Many geniuses resort to being artists, just like my late Master Numi.
"Omanut O Namut".
That means... "Art or death" in Hebrew.
To understand genius, you could use creative understanding.
Understand genius like you would understand the work of an artist.
The beauty of art...
The beauty of understanding,
Hahahahahahaha!
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