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Aron van Os speaks with Thomas Steininger as they engage in an open discussion about
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Aron van Os leads a lecture and open discussion on Nietzsche's life, relationships and the ideas that he wrestled with to explore how it might guide us as we are working our way through the meaning crisis.
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@AndreawiththeBangs brings her podcast live to Breakwater Festival to chat with @PaulVanderKlay about the feminine and its role in modern stories.
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Thomas Steininger shares his thoughts on the mindfulness revolution, dialogical spaces and how we share meaning.
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Paul kicks off our festival by sharing his thoughts on the Peterson movement, This Little Corner and the ways it is taking many on a journey to religious participation.
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Breakwater Festival Mannheim Germany October 27-29 2023
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VOTH'S WRITINGS TRANSCRIPT:
Watered by sorrowful tears,
He unknowingly sprouts,
His delicate head rears,
Will of future he touts.
A hope from the lost.
Belief is the nexus of humanity. Communication is nebulous. Like two drunken people trying to find each other in an echoing forest, shrouded by fog: we talk past each other, over each other, and through each other. It is so hard to understand.
How strange the world is,
To contemplate,
Paradoxical dilemmas,
I navigate.
We are all unreliable narrators. We neither convey reality accurately to each other, nor to ourselves. We simply cannot. It is too complex under the weight of infinity. However, we believe what we believe about what we believe. This is how we navigate that complexity. However, belief is not Absolute Truth: it is just a lens. A lens that can be molded, adapted, or destroyed. Destruction is the worst.
I think I know things,
But I do not.
Yet, I must take it on faith,
For the aught
When Nietzsche declared God dead, he could see the cracks in that unifying lens. Now, it has been shattered into countless pieces. We each pick up a fleck of this shattered lens — a fleck just big enough to see ourselves. This feels like individuation approaching solipsism.
"If knowledge is power, then a God am I?"
You believe that: I've got a bridge you can buy.
Frameworks of knowledge—delicate things,
Don't look too close as one faithfully clings.
To say God is dead is to say the God-lens shattered into disunited moral decay. Nietzsche wrote cynical condescending words about morality. He acted as if he believed himself above it. However, one can see beneath his snarky prose that he felt lost and alone. He seemed to combat his fear by writing morality off as weakness of spirit, and religion as exhaustion. But, he was kidding himself.
A painful burn, is for what I yearn,
In these thickets of blighted earth.
In ash I'll find, what's left behind,
And I hope that thing is mirth.
This post-truth era Nietzsche sought was a paradoxical attempt to step backward into the future. He wanted to resuscitate dying unity by making a Kantian push at reinventing religion. However, he went insane when the façade of his power politics came crashing down around him, as he tried to save a horse from its savage beating. What is my horse?
What once was, could be undone in a flash,
And all the things you knew—only a splash.
Just ripples on the abyss of the infinite,
Now you're awash with curiosity like an infant.
Unachievable, absolute, materialistic truth is not the answer. Disunited, solipsistic, diversity of belief is not the answer. Nihilistic, YOLO, consumerism is not the answer. Extreme, partisan, power politics is not the answer.
What can the dog-headed one do with the weight of the world?
I write them stories about themselves.
And I will read to them if I have to.
Here I sit, retreated into self.
The book of me sitting on a shelf.