My philosophy as someone who occasionally echos the posthumanist line of thought, is to believe that ‘wisdom is actually having learned because it chages the present;’ because, here’s the ultimate thing: if in pivotal moments of waking life you cannot stop and compare the current occurrences that are unfolding and make adjustments with those (famous/infamous), (personal/interpersonal), (real/counterfactual), lessons (learned/unlearned) of your objective past occurances/experiences, to have per force realizations, based on things you’ve already learned, then you are not exerting wisdom. That’s the ultimate anchor, which is akin to not doing something that sounds basic but most find some alternative default in action/thought patterns that shall do little to guide them towards their freedom. Freedom from all the things that will eat you alive; and they let it be ‘to devour’ or to ‘be devoured’ played out on earth, forever & ever, “in mariad petty, un-sexy ways.” (DFW). Correct me if I’m wrong – You may service the bad wolf, just never feed a lion, because no act of making it grow up and dependent on you will change its perceived required aggression (or other primal urges). You may enjoy your birdcage, just don’t sing in it forever & ever. When will I learn not to run away? When will everything be okay? I wouldn’t wait. #wisdom #philosophy #posthumanism #davidfosterwallace
“It Is Why We Never Feel Ok” by Jay Ivankovic

Wisdom speaks of shades of grey,
It is why we never feel ok.
Trust,
I know we’ll meet again someday.
We’ll watch a sunset,
Waiting for tomorrow’s play.
Freedom speaks of Love and War.
She keeps us here, wanting more.
Beauty simply holds the door,
Questioning Life unlike before.
Fear is never afraid of herself,
Sharpening knives before she forgives and forgets.
Preditors never quit their quest,
Only with Tragedy do their Instincts rest.