I’ve been pondering taking my life qua self-liberation. Self-liberation, in part, from the socialism of the status quo, but primarily from psycho-epistemological escapism.
I don’t want to live a life of purposelessness. But it seems to me that, due to my fucked-up psycho-epistemology, suicide might just be the only plausible moral course of action for me. I’m increasingly starting to believe that my psycho-epistemology has been so thoroughly fucked up by my past experiences that suicide is my only option if I don’t want to become a Peter Keating. Or maybe I’m just a stupid teen.
I think my psycho-epistemology might have just made a rational life impossible to me.
At birth, a child’s mind is tabula rasa; he has the potential of awareness—the mechanism of a human consciousness—but no content. Speaking metaphorically, he has a camera with an extremely sensitive, unexposed film (his conscious mind), and an extremely complex computer waiting to be programmed (his subconscious). Both are blank. He knows nothing of the external world. (Ayn Rand)