#Ayan Rand

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Still Life Prose

Still Life akin to still life painting as an art of writing where objects of nature are beatitudedized into figural epiphanies.

Still Life Prose of Rain and Thunder

Rain is clapping on the roof. It has the rhythm and melody of a poet. The loudspeaker of the sky bangs with an awful noise.   Light is a woman wearing pink lingerie. The earth’s loins are wet with gusto. Nature is an awesome poet.  It evokes in me pathos, a joy of a song, a heart’s peace, a surreal nuance, a beatific amusement, a depth of love and the warmth of the heart.

Still Life Prose of a Butterfly

You winged dandy, you muse of succulence, you paraphrasing wings, of ode of a beautiful nuance, you etiquette of aesthetics, you song of joy, you nature’s sweet hymn, you soul that has known passion, you ethereal danseuse, you mystic bard, you poem of passion, you heart’s sweet chamber.

Still life prose of a moving curtain in the wind

The folds of the curtain are singing lyres. The curtain sings a lyrical limerick. Its momentum is a like a lover thrusting into a vagina. The swish of the air is a lullaby to hear. I am undergoing an existential epiphany.

Ayan Rand’s objectivism versus my subjectivity

For the Philosopher of Ayan Rand man is driven by the heavy chain of reason. And reason has to be used for the pursuit happiness. I counter her by saying man is driven by the subjectivity of meaning. My philosophy of subjectivity is called as Feminamenology taken from the words feminine and phenomenology. Man’s existential states for Feminamenology are subjective, poetic and dialogic. Humans are driven by the need of instinctivizm.  We have irrational outlook when we face life.  We celebrate life by finding meaning and joy. It is an epiphanic meaning as transcendence, negation, and affirmation. Subjectivity celebrates life in all its frailties and imperfections. What is meant to be poetic? It is the soul and heart of love and feeling. It is bliss of joy. It is the celebration of awareness It’s a transcendental experience of passion reaching out the fulfillment if life. It’s a joy of existence. What is meant by the dialogic experience of life? Dialogic experience is an inter-personal relationship with others. Through mutualism we attain a dialogue of tuning into a betterment of relationships. As humans we are subjective mytho-poetic entities.

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reading ayan rand after my 6am pilates class so I'm clear headed and oxygenated when I'm incurring the psychic damage

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Regarding the chattel slavery of lowest class of Hell in Vivzieverse: Hellhounds are bought from the pound. Apparently according to the Circus royals can buy actual imp children to own too. Even an imp can have ownership over a Hellhound, though we don't see this going the other way (suggesting imps are marginally higher in social status). There's probably some property law involved with either. Something horrific but interesting about Stolitz is that Paimon literally bought Blitzo for Stolas. He is not that different from the imp in the trendy purse at the rich people restaurant during Western Energy. Legally he probably STILL owns Blitzo, but doesn't exert his power over him.

That would make things interesting if say, during a certain divorce, a certain ex-wife were entitled to half his assets and chooses THAT as one of them. Not that anything so intriguing and wretched would happen, but it's fun to think about.

Oh god, if only.

This entire world is an absolute mess. Not (just) writing-wise, but in the sense that imps and hellhounds are both the labor force that keeps Hell functioning and something that can be bought and sold as property.

In the hands of any other writer short of maybe Ayan Rand, this would be a story about burning down the houses of rich people, but this is Vivzie and instead it's a story about how the real problem is those angry, unappreciative poors.

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A Flower That’s Never Been Seen

Stephen Jay Morris

7/21/2024

©Scientific Morality

            Can you imagine a world without celebrities and fans? Okay. How about where Ego is not the reason for existence? How about a world that is sensitive or compassionate? Where violence is not an expression of strength or courage? A world without people telling you on how to act and be? Developing one’s own self-creation will never be achieved by conforming to another’s idea of conduct and nationalism.

            People are meant to be whatever their brain chemistry propels them to be. Some are meant to be lawyers, doctors, or even politicians. That is why those in authority are never correct. They are always forcing square pegs into round holes to fit their agenda of conformity. Now, individualism and collectivism are symbiotic and never separated. For example: An army general can be an individual, but that general’s army is a collective. Second example: a surgeon can be an individual conducting a surgery, but it takes a collective of assistants to make that surgery a success. One more example: A business owner can be individualistic all he/she wants to be, but that business owner cannot achieve anything without a collective work force. So, Karl Marx and Ayn Rand are wrong!

            What’s it mean to the plebeian or petty bourgeois like me, or maybe to any other bohemian on this planet? What if they are painters or writers? They don’t work for wages or earn a profit unless they are appointed by wealthy patrons. Or, perhaps, they get financed by movie companies or entities of the entertainment industry. The Disney corporation used to employ an assembly line of artists. When creating a cartoon like “Mickey Mouse,” one artist would draw Mickey’s hand, another his feet, and others would draw other parts of the cartoon, such as the landscape or additional cartoon characters. These types of artists could be referred to as the “industrial proletariats.” Otherwise, there are the solo artists who possess the Right Brain mind set. They have no concept of the monetary system, or are simply indifferent to money. They are peaceful sorts who only want to create because they have a compulsion to do so. They are not motivated by any profit motive; they are beholden to the mythical muse. Most non-artists do not understand this mindset. So, because they lack the personality of the normal commoner, they judge artists as degenerates or weirdos.

            Successful artists have connections to the Ruling Class. Others die and have their work recognized posthumously. A creator’s death is more profitable to the art collector because, in that case, they don’t have to pay them shit. On the other hand, that would depend on who owns the artist’s intellectual property. Then there are the other artists, those who create without reason and never show anybody their work. They never get discovered. Like my mother, for example. She painted countless abstract paintings only to store them away in a closet to collect dust! That is the fate of the artist in America! The Working Class is tolerated, and the artists are ignored.

            You see, I am totally useless in America. I can’t make money for the rich or for myself. I refuse to die for my country. And so, being useless for the Ruling Class is the most treasonous act I can do for this country. I refuse to be a slave to the rich pigs of America! Or a slave to God, if he exists.

            There are so many conflicting axioms in America that the population doesn’t know which “golden rule” to follow. Ayan Rand told the world that selfishness is good. A lot of people found that shocking. In the Christian bible, selfishness is discouraged and, yet, conservatives call it acceptable. However, if you are a worker, you are preached to about teamwork, which translates to the dreaded, “collectivism,” otherwise known as the evil, “communism.”

So, in America, only the wealthy can afford to be individualistic. The truly poor individual is on skid row, a mentally ill bum behaving like he is an oil baron. Sadly, he believes it. If Trump was a homeless drunk who told everyone he met how rich he was, they would all laugh in his face. But, with lots of money and power, and countless churches supporting him, all of his minions believe everything he says!

Stupid people!

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The Capitalist Messiah Machine

I’ve heard many people say “Capitalism ends in fascism,” but let me put in my thought - Capitalism seems to create messiahs. Inevitably.

Lately in 2025 it seems Capitalism is filled with messiahs. It used to be you’d get a few here and there, but now we’re awash in them and their annoying products, videos, and podcasts. People who will save us from ourselves, who will usher in the singularity, or take us intergalactic or whatever. It seems late-stage Capitalism produces an embarrassment of messiahs, and all of them are embarrassing.

This got me thinking. Because Capitalism in popular imagination is often portrayed as hard-edged, about bargains, and money, and economic growth and so on. When it’s not, it usually involves drugs (usually cocaine) and sex (when on cocaine), and excess (thanks 80’s movies). If there was philosophy it was pseudo-Nietzsche/Ayan Rand stuff at best. If people were Capitalists out to reshape the world they were usually villains fighting James Bond or Superman.

I think these pop culture ideas may have shielded us from the messiah Machine that is Capitalism.

Capitalism allows people to accumulate power in the form of wealth, influence, and public regard. Capitalism has no restraints, so some people are going to get a lot of wealth and power, which lets them do whatever they want. Most of them use that to get more wealth and power, since they’re competing with each other and you don’t want anyone to get the drop on you.

Capitalists also don’t face a lot of repercussions as they have money, power, and the backing of our culture. When’s the last time you’ve seen someone who's rich face repercussions for their actions, even when you hear of horrific accusations of scamming, child abuse, and worse? Exactly. It’s easy to get used to that, and start thinking of yourself as invulnerable - and even get used to it.

Lots of power. No repercussions. It becomes easy to think you’re special, maybe even a messiah.

But you’re also totally abstract from human experience as one of our hyper-capitalists. You live in a soft world where cause and effect isn’t what it is for everyone else. Your world is a world of numbers and marketing, and nothing else. You’re just a suit of flesh around a bank account and a stock portfolio. How easy is it to spin some messiah story to give your life meaning?

It’s probably much easier when your life is devoid of cause and effect, of meaning, so you come up with a story to make yourself special and not just a money meat suit.

Some Capitalists may not fall into such traps, but messianism is also a useful shield. People catch on that some idiot who got a huge inheritance is still just an idiot, but an idiot deciding how large chunks of the world run. Claiming messianism is a great way to protect yourself from people who are starting to realize you didn’t earn anything and figure you shouldn’t have it.

You might even believe you’re a messiah after awhile. And in the isolation. And probably the drugs.

In retrospect, Capitalism seems to be a kind of messiah machine. Sure it may have taken awhile to get to our current state of multiple messianic money morons, but boy have we done it in spades the last ten to twenty years. We’ve also got a lot of would-be Capitalist Messiahs with their video channels and other grifts.

It’s probably both the concentration of money and power and the media. We’ve got powerful people with influence over the media, a media filled with bootlickers, and the chance of parasocial relationships. That’s been a powerful force letting people find someone to worship, inviting both the manipulative and the deluded to indulge.

Capitalism leads to fascism, sure. But it also leads to messiahs and those are a pretty integral ingredient to fascism.

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Oxlade & P.prime - Piano Lyrics

Oxlade & P.prime - Piano Lyrics Oh-uh, nuh (Make the boy for life) (Come make the boy for life oh, mm) I know you not gon' chop latter So faster, faster (Make the boy for life, come make the boy) (P, P) Na you dey press my piano (piano) My baby, swear, na you I know-know, know (yo) Na you dey press my piano (piano) My baby, swear, na you I know oh-oh Me, I know, know Oh, 'cause you got me like "ahh" I'm wishing you can spend the ni'-'ght I'm wishing I gat you for life 'Cause e don tey wey you don dey my mind oh Chee, omo toh, mm Omo toh (omo toh), omo toh san'ra Veronica-'Nica, it's not my fault (yii-yii, yii) Too many lady don dey show me love Sunmomi baby, with the all night long, night long (sunmomi baby, with the all night long, night long) You know I know bus stop I start dey run your matter (all night long) I swear to God, I no go (do you wrong) Take my rand, take it down low Make una see kele oh, mm (yeboto, ropoto, roboto boto-repo) Shey you dey see kele oh? Mm She want to get belle oh, mm (ayan, ayan, ayan) But, me no want belle oh, mm (okay) I no wan hear "pele oh", mm (Isakaba) 'Cause I be butter l'enu, mm (bi fele-le) Agba dribble, Pele oh (bi fele-le) Na you dey press my piano (my baby, piano) My baby, swear, na you I know-know, know (ma', mama, ma', my mama) Na you dey press my piano (piano, piano) My baby, swear, na you I know oh-oh Me, I know, know Oh, 'cause you got me like "ahh" I'm wishing you can spend the ni'-'ght I'm wishing I gat you for life 'Cause e don tey wey you don dey my mind oh (wey you don dey my mind) Yeboto, ropoto, roboto boto-repo (Make the boy for life, come make the boy for life oh, mm) (Ayan, ayan, ayan) (Okay, Isakaba) I know you not gon' chop latter So faster, faster (ko tete) Make una see kele oh, mm Shey you dey see kele oh? (Boy Ox) She want to get belle oh, mm But, me no want belle oh, mm I no wan hear "pele oh", mm 'Cause I be butter l'enu, mm Agba dribble, Pele oh Na you dey press my piano Read the full article

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el año de la distopía

el año de la distopía

Sin duda este 2020 será el año más distópico que se recuerde en el futuro pasado próximo. Pablo Cappana dice en su clásico Ciencia ficción: utopía y mercado que la distopía es una sociedad alternativa que niega algún valor muy importante para el autor o la autora y es presentada como “decididamente indeseada”. Así, para Jack London el capitalismo es una distopía en El talón de hierro de 1907. En…

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Could we be entering a dystopian society?

We are eventually having more and more rights taken away from us.

Such as abortion and now, more recently, Net Neutrality.

Now, think about how we are constantly reading about equality and equity in the media. More and more we will all simply be equally the exact same. With we have a sence of ego after hundreds of years?

Read these books. They are eye opening and mind changing.

-Brave New World

-Anthem

-The Hunger Games

Slowly our society is changing.

Now, back to the whole "ego" thing.

DO YOU THINK YOU'RE IN A DYSTOPIA?

Well maybe not right now, but soon enough, we'll have #thoughtpolice and our media controlled more strongly.

Now going back to the whole "ego" thing, could we possibly be forgeting that we are all our own person? How much longer until that too is taken away from us? Things add up so closely that it's scary.

Here is something from Ayan Rand's ANTHEM

"..aims to crush independence.."

Now, Rand is not the only person to think this up. Here is a synopses from the comic DANGER DAYS: THE TRUE LIFE OF THE FABULOUS KILLJOYS

"" strip citizens of their individuality'"

...

Hmmm... Well well well. Now, if you look at my older post titled "Remember" you'll see that I had posted something saying "the Earth is not flat"

Amd just recently some 'flat earth' memes had been on the rise.

In Rand's book ANTHEM, the society is thought that the world is flat.

That's all for now. I'll add more later... Tell me what you think..

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The Eclipse OSTs: Hidden Messages and Meanings

ok so as a continuation of my previous post on The Eclipse background OSTs and their symbolism, I present to you, the Ultimate Ep5 Playlist of Hidden Messages

☾ The vending machine scene:

Akk daydreaming about Aye, somehow feeling oh so different: Helmut Schenker - 'Different Clouds'

Ayan pulling Akk out of his daydream, eyes meeting, feeling things, wanting more: Helmut Schenker - 'Next Step'

Ayan catching Akk off guard 'deleting a pic' being absolutely smitten by Aye and crashing hard: Daniel Kadawatha - 'A Beautiful Crash'

☾ The post-conflict scene: Aye isolating himself, processing feelings, Akk finding him, being hesitant, feeling guilt and sorrow and oh so so much: Rand Aldo - 'Nana's Refrain'

☾ The hoodie scene: Akk getting closer and closer to Aye yet feeling still oh so far: Kevin Graham - 'Far Away'

☾ Tua's lament scene:

wishing never to have been: Anders Schill Paulsen - 'Dulcian'

a message from a friend you have(n't) met: Johannes Bornlöf - 'Serene'

☾ Tua and Non scene: Khan letting go, Tua walking off, alone: Trevor Kowalski - 'Etude Alone'

☾ 'Why does it have to be you' scene: Helmut Schenker - 'Parallel'

☾ AkkAyan closing scene: mesmerized, the world fading into nothingness when your eyes meet: Trevor Kowalski - 'All a Beautiful Blur'

☀ enjoy ☀

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We are fast approaching the stage of the ultimate inversion: the stage where the government is free to do anything it pleases, while the citizens may act only by permission; which is the stage of the darkest periods of human history, the stage of rule by brute force

Ayan Rand

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If Zack Snyder is so concerned about the Ayan Rand bullshit of one's unfiltered and raw creative individual message then why does he keep making adaptations that change the author's original intent?

[cupidhaseul]

its honestly a tragedy that the book with the incredibly cool title “Atlas shrugged” was written by fucking ayan rand  

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Problematic Movies of the ’80s | Fast Times at Ridgemont High (1982)

By Don Hall

Recently, on a night when I simply couldn’t sleep, I turned my iPad on to Netflix and searched for something to watch. You know, something to just play until my eyes finally weighed like lead and I crashed. I landed upon the 1998 Samuel L. Jackson vehicle The Negotiator. In addition to being a fun potboiler, I was reminded how goddamned good Kevin Spacey is as an actor. I realized that in this particular case, I was not bothered by his real life sexual proclivities and simply enjoyed the movie.

I’m frequently stuck in mental overload trying to weigh the artist’s real life from his or her art. Say what you will but Altas Shrugged has it’s merits. Ayn Rand doesn’t, and if you, like me, read the book before knowing anything about her awful politics, you might’ve been able to separate the two. I still love Woody Allen’s earlier films, although Manhattan now gives me a bit of the skeeves. I also recently got sucked into a conversation about the dark toxicity in play in the (apparently) no longer funny, twisted morality tale known as Caddyshack.

Then Kavanaugh referenced some classic comedies of the ’80s in his bizarre, angry, hyper-partisan defense. He claimed his yearbook was attempting to emulate “Animal House, Caddyshack and Fast Times at Ridgemont High.” Again, it got me thinking: are these touchstones of my (and his) youth to be discarded on a pile of old VHS copies to be set ablaze? Are they really that problematic? And wouldn’t it be fun (and maybe a little depressing) to rewatch them as much through the lens of 2018?

I set up some rules for myself: they had to be comedies, they had to be made in the ’80s (my coming of age) and they had to be movies I could recall loving at the time.

Here we go.

First up:

Fast Times at Ridgemont High

Written by Cameron Crowe; directed by Amy Heckerling Released in 1982.

I was 16 years old when this hit the theaters. What I remember of this movie was that I liked it, thought it was funny and mostly loved the character of Brad (played by a young Judge Reinhold.) The Spicoli character, played with stoner perfection by Sean Penn loomed large, and the fact that I got to see Phoebe Cates’ tits was a big plus. I saw it in the theater only once but it left a good impression upon my teenage brain. It felt authentic in many ways to my own high school experience as it was unfolding.

Upon rewatching it to see how potentially problematic the thing was, here are some takeaways:

Problematic Moments & Themes

In the first two minutes of the film, we see a high school guy tape a sign on the back of another guy that says “I Am A Homo” and later, Spicoli, in a dream sequence as he has won the big surfing competition calls his competitors “Fags.”

There are only two black characters in this thing: Charles Jefferson (Forest Whittaker) and his brother (known only in the credits as “Jefferson’s Brother”) This film is overwhelmingly white.

In the first 20 minutes, Stacy (Jennifer Jason Leigh), a 15 year old mall worker, has sex in an abandoned baseball dugout with a 26-year-old dude. She subsequently has sex with Damone in her parents’ pool room, gets pregnant, has an abortion by herself and hides it all from her parents.

Does It Hold Up?

For me, yes.

While the film contains two instances of anti-gay language, there is no malice contained in the Spicoli comment. The first (the sign) is an example of simple assholery and is in no way central to the plot of characters in the intwining stories. No question that it gives pause (if it were the n-word, the discomfort would be worse, which says more about our acceptance of gay slurs than our apathy toward them) but the reality is that the movie taken as a whole, is not in the least homophobic.

The fact that there are no black characters is troubling, but there were and are high schools with few POC students. In the ’80s my high school had exactly four black students in the entire student body. This was a result more of geography (middle of nowhere, Kansas) than anything else. The fact is that the only high schools in America with more diverse populations are urban rather than suburban. Perhaps, because I am white and I went to a mostly all-white high school, it simply didn’t seem out of the ordinary in this case. Again, no racial animus is present in the film and Jefferson’s brother (unfortunate that the character was not given a name) is a stoner friend of Spicoli’s in several scenes.

If there is a difficult theme present, it is the pursuit of sex and the fact that most conversations in the film are about it. A 15-year-old girl having sex with a 26-year-old dude is troubling until you see that, in every case, it is the women in the film who are calling the shots, who have the most agency in the interactions. Stacy make decisions to have sex without coercion in every case. The boys are all fumbling idiots when it comes to the women and, in the case of the Faux Alpha Make that is Damone, his skill at sex with Stacy is so inept and premature that he seems flummoxed at the very idea of sex. Unlike, say, Sixteen Candles and its obvious date rape themes with the Geek, these are just American kids doing what we did in the ’80s — hanging out at the mall, trying to get laid (without having any concept what that might mean) and working shitty minimum wage jobs.

I understand that the idea of young people having sex makes you uncomfortable but the facts on the ground is that young people think about and get busy constantly. This isn’t new or unusual — high school is the pit of hormones, the very circle of hell when hair sprouts and boobs suddenly appear. Get over it.

Fast Times began as a Rolling Stone story by Cameron Crowe. He spent a year secretly embedded at Clairemont High School in San Diego, California under an assumed name (and in cooperation with the school’s administration) to gather stories for a non-fiction book with the same title. It feels like it, too. Unlike the spoofs of teens in high school and despite that fact that Nicholas Cage (credited as Nicholas Coppola in his first on-screen appearance) was the youngest actor on set at age 18, Fast Times isn’t a case of a bunch of adults making fun of the high school experience. It has an authenticity lacking in so many films about high school (in the ’80s or otherwise) that feels grounded in the real.

Watching this 36 years later cemented its charm and enduring quality. Like American Graffiti was a touchstone film about (some) high school kids in the ’50s, this is a pretty accurate snapshot of (some) kids in the ’80s. Additional plusses go to a woman director, a ton of the stars of the future in relatively unseen roles and the reminder that one could once get tickets to Van Halen for $15.

Overall

Scale of 1 to 10 1 = Classic 10 = Burn all VHS copies of it

Fast Times at Ridgemont High gets a 3.

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