“No arm with armband raised on high. No more booming bands, no searchlit skies. Or shall I, like the rivers, rise? Ah. Well. is rising wise? Revolver like the Führer near an ear. Or lay my mind down by sorrow's side."

The deterritorialization of technology through the internet exacerbates this. For us, Gelassenheit can only be cultivated once one steps completely outside of this system. See Goethe’s advice for poets who stand in need of inspiration: Lay in bed and simply while away the hours.

Heidegger was right when he went beyond Jünger and pointed out that this mode of thinking and constant busyness is a byproduct of technological advance, which forces us to conceive of ourselves as labour units in relation to technology, blinding us to deeper, primordial Being.

Telling gamers to take their medium seriously is like asking pigs in a sty to use a knife and fork when they eat their own shit. Video games cannot be art because its consumers do not demand quality, and thus there is no incentive for companies to do anything new or avant-garde.

The way that this esoteric sequence is “recreated” in the Remake is the quintessential of how its developers completely misunderstood the game in its entirety. In it James drops to his knees and screams like a child. The meaning and subtext of the scene is completely lost.

With the fulfilment of James’ journey through his anagnorisis, the Pyramid Heads, as manifestations of his guilt, darkness and desire for punishment, having served their purpose of guiding him towards the Truth (and no longer being able to torment him) destroy themselves.

In Silent Hill 2’s climax, James drops to his knees in a form of genuflection after the satanic ritual sacrifice of Maria. It is here that he finally attains Gnosis and full realization of his crimes and, having now embraced his Shadow, arises transfigured into the Hero.

Drinking tonight and thinking about how Mao wept whilst drinking with his most loyal followers feeling betrayed after being sidelined due to losing an internal Party power struggle. But where are my compatriots?

It is a torturous paradox, as Mishima pointed out, that the roughness which formerly attracted us to a person and made us love them can completely dissipate if we ever find out that our love of them is requited.

“Sleeping in is a revolutionary act, skipping lectures is a revolutionary act. It is a sort of pagan rejection of the bourgeois time-as-currency ordering for a return to Nature. I’ve long believed that animals spend their whole lives in such a joyous state, you know.”

At night the soul will conjure universes within itself, spectacular and intricate landscapes more real than waking life. In the day it can only arise to bear witness to a wasteland of futility. The entire world will be plunged into chaos for the realization of our dreams.

From his notes, Nietzsche gives these reasons for the emergence of free individuals among the Greeks.