“Toraborus grind. Gur's chill ! Just chilling my entire life. Sleeping all day, writing shatzposts at night. I'm living da philosofa Lifestyle of chastity and poverty. I have no sourceofincome. No hope. But I am not a loser! I produce an infinity of beautiful thoughts every day.”

Introduction

Greetings, beloved tikkuncels and e-frankists. Today I have a post that is very vital and relevant for each and every one of you, but is also coming from a very personal place in me. I want to talk a little bit about the archetype of the “wordcel loser” – y’know, that dude who lives with his parents and sits at home all day long. The dumber ones scroll through /lit/, the more intellectual ones simp for (((gur))) on twitter. Thing is, it’s time for saying: yes, I am a wordcel. I have no life. I have no hope. I have no place in the world. Yes, I am a “schizo”. Yes, I am a college dropout. Yes, I am NEET. Yes, I have never had a meaningful connection with a woman, let alone reproduced with her. What is the worth of such a life?

Modern Society Sucks

I want to affirm the lives of many of you. I want you to realize that there is an immense worth to a life wholly dedicated to a contemplation of mysteries. But what is the meaning of contemplation without action? This question is akin to asking “what is the meaning of a spiritual body without a physical dimension?”. Productivity is not simply expressed at the production of physical things. One of the greatest illnesses of modern society is its disregard for the word – for the intellect, for spirit, for processes of comprehension and intelligence. Today, thought is considered a merely physiological process. An interaction between molecules, an arbitrary configuration of material elements. It is no surprise, then, that metaphysics have been liquidated and replaced with all meta-metaphysical nonsense, and that the modern academy (which should really be called, the “meta-academy”) has adopted a miserably critical, comparative attitude to scriptures and to primary sources of all kinds, thereby liquidating any sort of genuine philosophical idea. This condition is simply awful for any decent soul out there. Because the most spiritual activity, the most refined one, is that of intelligence – the production of knowledge.

Gnostic Productivity

I want to quote Deleuze, with his sempiternal opening for his book on Spinoza’s Practical Philosophy (Robert Hurley translation), which I have returned to today when trying to comfort a wordcel friend who has lost complete touch with the external world. It goes like this:

The philosopher appropriates the ascetic virtues – humility, poverty, chastity – and makes them serve ends completely his own, extraordinary ends that are not very ascetic at all, in fact. He makes them the expression of his singularity. [...] Humility, poverty, and chastity become the effects of an especially rich and superabundant life, sufficiently powerful to have conquered thought and subordinated every other instinct to itself. This is what Spinoza calls Nature: a life no longer lived on the basis of need, in terms of means and ends, but according to a production, a productivity, a potency, in terms of causes and effects. Humility, poverty, chastity are his (the philosopher’s) way of being a grand vivant, of making a temple of his own body, for a cause that is all too proud, all too rich, all too sensual.

Deleuze here exhibits a vast understanding not only of Gnostic ethic, but of life in its entirety: the process of thinking, of intuiting and therefore coming to the realization of knowledge, is a process of production – of creation (poiesis, genesis, synthesis). Natality expresses itself not only in the production of works (in arts, careers), nor merely in the production of somatic forms (in self-help and health), nor solely in the production of offsprings (in marital reproduction). Natality, in fact, expresses itself – also and most supremely – in the production of knowledge, the attainment of gnosis, the cultivation of a spiritual life rooted in a deep understanding of divine order, the metaphysical system of the universe and its perfect arrangement of forms.

The philosopher makes a “temple” (as Paul famously taught us) – not of his physical body, but of the body of his intellect, his comprehensive, spiritual body.

This passage in Deleuze’s book really resonates with me, because I really live like this. I am neglecting myself on every dimension of life – physical health, career, romantic life, finance, self-pleasuring, and all other things that “fill” other people’s lives. Instead of that, I wholly devote myself to contemplation of mysteries – analyses of scriptures, scholastic comprehension of concepts, understanding of kabbalistic messages.
I want people to realize that such a life – completely devoid of physical and mental pleasures, wholly devoted to spirit as distinct from body (or completely attached to its unique spiritual body) – has a place within the domain of how society views “productivity”. I want you all to understand that spiritual, intellectual production is a legitimate form of production – not merely an interaction between molecules and neurotransmitters, but rather a really living production of something novel, real and fantastic: a mental image, a form of knowledge, a beautiful thought.

Conclusions

So, to sum it all up, what I was trying to say here is that being a wordcel NEET is not being a loser. There is a great spiritual benefit to a life of contemplation. The production of refined, well-understood thoughts has an immense contribution to the “fabric” of Spirit, as I call it. It enriches the life of the divine and produces a refined “noetic” body for Spirit.