Superego: Fuck you.
My philosophy has a villain:
the Superego. Well, Christians too, since they contribute to the life-force of
the Superego with their revolting indoctrination of children. Whatever feeds the
Superego is its minion and is tarred by the same brush.
When you feel shame –
rare as that might be for such as we – probe as best you can for a memory of
when you first came to believe in the wrongness of whatever you did that feels
shameful to you. If you can’t remember, or if you can and the memory is from childhood,
then your shame derives from the Superego, and as far as I’m concerned, it has
no legitimacy. You must decide if, as an adult, you still choose to carry such
a belief in your psyche. If you don’t, then purge yourself of its poison. Cathartic
ritual can help with that.
I don’t advocate
moral nihilism. I advocate a conscience that is conscious. The Superego
operates at the subconscious level, where the intellect has no voice, and your
conscious will has no power. I advocate raising morality up out of the subconscious,
up into the light of day, where your intellect can place it under a microscope,
and your conscious will can grab the reins.
“Blessed are they
who are laws unto themselves, for they shall be called Lords of Order.”
My own consciously
constructed conscience has five precepts:
1. Be a blessing
unto those who help you and a curse unto those who would hinder or harm you.
2. Do not fake
friendship.
3. Do not feed your
friends to the wolves.
4. Do not break your
word unless the matter is too trivial to fret over or too dire for scruples to
reign.
5. Do not be a
fucking psychopath.
None of these
contradict my childhood indoctrination, and that’s perfectly fine as far as I’m
concerned. Not everything children are taught is despicable. Some of it can
stand up to scrutiny. The whole point is to claim the right to perform that
scrutiny, then perform it, and reject what you have no further use for, while retaining
what still seems good to you. I rejected a ton of bullshit.
By the way, if you
want to save yourself a lot of wasted time, don’t read academic moral
philosophers. They’ll spin you around in circles until nausea causes you to
heave. All you need to do is formulate a moral proposition and then ask
yourself, “Keep it or trash it?” Make trashing it your default position. Only
keep it if it strikes you as a thing of beauty, or as a bulwark against ugliness - conscious morality is a form of aesthetics - and if it's untainted by stupidity. You don’t need to
read a thousand pages of verbal diarrhea to justify your choice. Be a law unto
yourself. I dub thee a Lord of Order.
Demon of Shame:
HAIL! Grant me the power of self-awareness.
This saying is a
good one: Think for yourself. ISCHYROS DIAVOLOS!
I'm nihilist and a question people often ask me is "How can you have no morals?" The reason is simple: I can't have anything which doesn't really exist. Once this is realized, the assertions of moralists would be insulting if they weren't so absurd.
A moralist will ask me: "What keeps you from impaling babies on spikes?"
My answer: "Nothing. If that's what I really wanted to do with my life, then that's what I'd be doing."
The next thing the person says is a cue as to whether or not continuing to talk to the person will be a waste of my time:
A moralist will miss the point entirely and accuse me of wanting to impale babies on spikes. (And will be quickly dismissed.)
A non-moralist will ask: "Well, what do you want to do with your life?" Which is exactly the point.
I don't want to impale babies on spikes. In fact, very often the idea suggested by a moralist never occurred to me until the moralist asked me.
No, I don't have morals: I don't have time to go around doing the 'evil' moralists imagine.
"Satan has been the best friend the Church has ever had, as He has kept it in business all these years!" --Anton LaVey, The Nine Satanic Statements