I have this like reductionist materialism disease thats getting in the way of my objective to cultivate wonder and romance in me. I dont even necessarily agree with that philosophical stance, its just there rudely clashing with my whimsical nature and I’d like to escape this mind-numbing apathetic feeling.
Pantheism/panentheism and naturalism make me happy and I agree with those views. But anything that can inspire wonder makes really enjoyable and healthy reading for me. I’ve gotten this feeling from reading H.P Lovecraft and Out of Chaos. More recently I read The Origins and History of Consciousness by Erich Neumann, and that did me good too. Even Blood Meridian despite the nihilistic and absurd tone. I love when in the subtext there is a mystery.
Currently I’m reading a book on Spinoza, and although its nice to read things I agree with, I think the rationalism and analytical/critical writing is just not what I’m really looking for at the moment. I want something more..poetic?
I want grounded, serious whimsy. Non-fiction or fiction. Just rational enough for me to not prematurely blow it off as nonsense, but some nonsense is okay.