oh, my mind is all
washed away, all away
we keep holding on
to the everlasting waves
oh lovely, with you
no, i can’t keep from falling in love
electric guest, “waves”
cheer up, my brother
it’s going to be alright.
i know your hearts are heavy as mountains
but we’re going to go back home one day—
rest in my arms
sleep in my bed
there’s a design to all i did and saidsufjan stevens, vitos ordination song
here’s the idea: before, it was perfection as the criterion (objectively valued real self). then it became the ideal self (objectively valued ideal self). the problem is that this is still objective, it’s simply a humanitarian version, accounting for motivation and consequential flaws. here’s the newest and best: the subjective real self. then all that is required is that she knows that she is perfect. it isn’t her real self valued objectively, which will always be less than perfect. nor is it her ideals or values that are viewed objectively, which may not be perfect. instead, she just must believe that she is perfect. real as in who she is as a self (facticity), subjective as in perfect for her self, her own valuation of her self.
i’m simply working at building heaven while the world is still spinning. as always, questions of life and death interest me, and i’ll be able to finish la nausee and le mythe de sisyphe in less than a week.
it took months, but my winter has finally ended. the longest day of the year is on its way. i’ll make sure i see the sun rise and set, will you?