Selections from the Blue Octavo Notebooks
To what indifference people may come, to what profound conviction of having
lost the right track for ever.
Psychology is impatience.
All human errors are impatience, the premature breaking off of what is
methodical, an apparent fencing in of the apparent thing.
Is it possible to think something unconsoling? Or, rather, something
unconsoling without the breath of consolation? A way out would seem to lie
in the fact that recognition as such is consolation. And so one might well
think: You must put yourself aside, and yet one might maintain oneself,
without falsifying this recognition, by the consciousness of having
recognized it. That, then, really means having pulled oneself out of
the swamp by one's own pigtail. What is ridiculous in the physical world
is possible in the spiritual world. There is no law of gravity (the angels
do not fly, they have not overcome any force of gravity, it is only we
observers in the terrestrial world who cannot imagine it in any better way
than that), which is, of course, beyond our power of conception, or at any
rate, conceivable only on a very high level. How pathetically scanty my
self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. (Evening.)
Why? There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there
is of the outer world. At least descriptive is probably, taken as a whole,
a form of anthropomorphism, a nibbling at our own limits. The inner world
can only be experienced, not described. -- Psychology is the description of
the reflection of the terrestrial world in the heavenly plane, or, more
correctly, the description of a reflection such as we, soaked as we are
in our terrestrial nature, imagine it, for no reflection actually occurs,
only we see earth wherever we turn.
The animal wrests the whip from its master and whips itself in order to
become master, not knowing that this is only a fantasy produced by a new
knot in the master's whiplash.
Only he who is a party can judge, but as a party he cannot judge. Hence
it follows that there is no possibility of judgment in the world, only a
glimmer of it.
Celibacy and suicide are on similar levels of understanding, suicide and a
martyr's death not so by any means, perhaps marriage and a martyr's death.
January 18. The complaint: If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist