TPPM _The Gift_: Sentence 7: abyss sense: 5 of 10

[Glenn Scheper]

http://www.pynchon.pomona.edu/uncollected/gift.html

Why is our mid-life phoenix metamorphosis the same as death?
Because it's shape is like a Klein bottle: The self becomes
a boundary with neither inside nor outside: We become Other.
Worse, we become our own nullity, and father--impossibility;
Like Angus Mac Oc: "--Born--Bridalled--Shrouded--In a Day--"

I will split the Sapphic debate: ED fell neither heads nor tails.
Her coin stood upright, on edge: When obverse met reverse, Emily
converted her entire life force in one pulse--impulsive like the
Dirac function: infinitely great but for infinitesimal duration.
In the same instant, ED died and was reborn, ontically different,
having all the access as of Heidegger's Dasein to magic's secret.
There is only one secret that avatars and poets know--Can't tell!

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I just happened upon this work and recognized another fellow
autofellator's testimony. I have not otherwise researched him.

Thomas Gray (1716-1771) The Bard: A Pindaric Ode

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Typical of my fellows to celebrate how autofellatio makes holy fun.

"O happy he! who to his joy is initiated in heavenly mysteries and
leads a holy life joining heart and soul in Bacchic revelry upon the
hills, purified from every sin." -- Euripidies (The Bacchae.)

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Perhaps I differ from Hegel too - perhaps in this: My parents kept all
sexuality from me (It was the 50's.) (or I was unusually blinkered by
super-ego), such that my very first ejacuation was a nocturnal emission
upon my navel. I suggest it potentiated my later autofellatio, comparing
the story of Buddha, born of a Lotus that arose from the navel of Vishnu.

So I kept reading. The following section may explain the Otherness of
poetic metanoia fully. I might allow that I detect no immediate error
in Hegel. He has pulled the beard off Santa Claus, but his existence
is suggested by a present left behind, a toolkit: "Assembly required."

a core is wrapped around, and wrapped around again and again, until
it scarcely peeks out.... [Nietzsche's is similar to my view of Hegel.]

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TPN pg. 67 _Mixed Opinions And Maxims_ [408]: _The journey to
Hades_. I too have been in the underworld, like Odysseus, and I
shall yet return there often; and not only sheep have I sacrificed to
be able to speak with a few of the dead, but I have not spared my own
blood. [Nietzsche goes on to identify eight men that may be possible
fellows, but I am not in total agreement: Epicurus, Montaigne, Goethe,
Spinoza, Plato, Rousseau, Pascal, Schopenhauer. Perhaps they are only
opened to him, but not recognized as fellows to him?]

This story of the shepherd at the portal of time is one of my
favorites, for I recognize a gross caricature of autofellatio.

The feeling of power has so far mounted highest in
abstinent priests and hermits (for example, among the Brahmins).

This identification of Nietzsche with himself as mother-of-self
confirms his advancement to the second metanoia by pap self-suckling.

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Yours truly,
Glenn Scheper
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