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There is a strange duality in the human which makes for an ethical paradox. We have definitions of good qualities and of bad; not changing things, but generally considered good and bad throughout the ages and throughout the species. Of the good, we think always of wisdom, tolerance, kindliness, generosity, humility; and the qualities of cruelty, greed, self-interest, graspingness, and rapacity are universally considered undesirable. And yet in our structure of society, the so-called and considered good qualities are invariable concomitants of failure, while the bad ones are the cornerstones of success. A man—a viewing-point man—while he will love the abstract good qualities and detest the abstract bad, will nevertheless envy and admire the person who through possessing the bad qualities has succeeded economically and socially, and hold in contempt that person whose good qualities have caused failure. When such a viewing-point man thinks of Jesus or St. Augustine or Socrates he regards them with love because they are the symbols of the good he admires, and he hates the symbols of the bad. But actually he would rather be successful than good. In an animal other than man we would replace the term ‘good’ with ‘weak survival quotient’ and the term ‘bad’ with ‘strong survival quotient.’ Thus, man in his thinking or reverie status admires the progression toward extinction, but in the unthinking stimulus which really activates him he tends toward survival. Perhaps no other animal is so torn between alternatives. Man might be described fairly adequately, if simply, as a two-legged paradox. He has never become accustomed to the tragic miracle of consciousness. Perhaps, as has been suggested, his species is not set, has not jelled, but is still in a state of becoming, bound by his physical memories to a past of struggle and survival, limited in his futures by the uneasiness of thought and consciousness. (pg 80 para 2).
John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck
“For as long as he could remember he had never ceased to wonder why, having arms and legs like everyone else, and a language and way of life common to all, one could be different from the others, liked only by few and, moreover, loved by no one.”
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
― Boris Pasternak, Doctor Zhivago
It must be remembered that there is no real reason to expect anything in particular from mankind; good and evil are local expedients—or their lack—and not in any sense cosmic truths or laws. We call a thing "good" because it promotes certain petty human conditions that we happen to like—whereas it is just as sensible to assume that all humanity is a noxious pest and should be eradicated like rats or gnats for the good of the planet or of the universe. There are no absolute values in the whole blind tragedy of mechanistic nature—nothing is good or bad except as judged from an absurdly limited point of view. The only cosmic reality is mindless, undeviating fate—automatic, unmoral, uncalculating inevitability. As human beings, our only sensible scale of values is one based on lessening the agony of existence. That plan is most deserving of praise which most ably fosters the creation of the objects and conditions best adapted to diminish the pain of living for those most sensitive to its depressing ravages. To expect perfect adjustment and happiness is absurdly unscientific and unphilosophical. We can seek only a more or less trivial mitigation of suffering. I believe in an aristocracy, because I deem it the only agency for the creation of those refinements which make life endurable for the human animal of high organisation.
"Nietzscheism and Realism" from The Rainbow, Vol. I, No. 1 (October 1921); reprinted in "To Quebec and the Stars", and also in Collected Essays, Volume 5: Philosophy edited by S. T. Joshi, p. 70
It is good to be a cynic—it is better to be a contented cat — and it is best not to exist at all. Universal suicide is the most logical thing in the world—we reject it only because of our primitive cowardice and childish fear of the dark. If we were sensible we would seek death—the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed.
"Nietzscheism and Realism" from The Rainbow, Vol. I, No. 1 (October 1921); reprinted in "To Quebec and the Stars", and also in Collected Essays, Volume 5: Philosophy edited by S. T. Joshi, p. 71
-Hp Lovecraft
"Nietzscheism and Realism" from The Rainbow, Vol. I, No. 1 (October 1921); reprinted in "To Quebec and the Stars", and also in Collected Essays, Volume 5: Philosophy edited by S. T. Joshi, p. 70
It is good to be a cynic—it is better to be a contented cat — and it is best not to exist at all. Universal suicide is the most logical thing in the world—we reject it only because of our primitive cowardice and childish fear of the dark. If we were sensible we would seek death—the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed.
"Nietzscheism and Realism" from The Rainbow, Vol. I, No. 1 (October 1921); reprinted in "To Quebec and the Stars", and also in Collected Essays, Volume 5: Philosophy edited by S. T. Joshi, p. 71
-Hp Lovecraft
I don’t understand why we must do things in this world, why we must have friends and aspirations, hopes and dreams. Wouldn’t it be better to retreat to a faraway corner of the world, where all its noise and complications would be heard no more? Then we could renounce culture and ambitions; we would lose everything and gain nothing; for what is there to be gained from this world?
Everything is possible, and yet nothing is. All is permitted, and yet again, nothing. No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it’s all the same whether you cry or remain silent. There is an explanation for everything, and yet there is none. Everything is both real and unreal, normal and absurd, splendid and insipid. There is nothing worth more than anything else, nor any idea better than any other. Why grow sad from one’s sadness and delight in one’s joy? What does it matter whether our tears come from pleasure or pain? Love your unhappiness and hate your happiness, mix everything up, scramble it all! Be a snowflake dancing in the air, a flower floating downstream! Have courage when you don’t need to, and be a coward when you must be brave! Who knows? You may still be a winner! And if you lose, does it really matter? Is there anything to win in this world? All gain is loss, all loss is gain. Why always expect a definite stance, clear ideas, meaningful words? I feel as if I should spout fire in response to all the questions which were ever put, or not put, to me.
As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a succubus miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and aesthetic ideals? It’s all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?
EM Cioran
Everything is possible, and yet nothing is. All is permitted, and yet again, nothing. No matter which way we go, it is no better than any other. It is all the same whether you achieve something or not, have faith or not, just as it’s all the same whether you cry or remain silent. There is an explanation for everything, and yet there is none. Everything is both real and unreal, normal and absurd, splendid and insipid. There is nothing worth more than anything else, nor any idea better than any other. Why grow sad from one’s sadness and delight in one’s joy? What does it matter whether our tears come from pleasure or pain? Love your unhappiness and hate your happiness, mix everything up, scramble it all! Be a snowflake dancing in the air, a flower floating downstream! Have courage when you don’t need to, and be a coward when you must be brave! Who knows? You may still be a winner! And if you lose, does it really matter? Is there anything to win in this world? All gain is loss, all loss is gain. Why always expect a definite stance, clear ideas, meaningful words? I feel as if I should spout fire in response to all the questions which were ever put, or not put, to me.
As far as I am concerned, I resign from humanity. I no longer want to be, nor can still be, a man. What should I do? Work for a social and political system, make a succubus miserable? Hunt for weaknesses in philosophical systems, fight for moral and aesthetic ideals? It’s all too little. I renounce my humanity even though I may find myself alone. But am I not already alone in this world from which I no longer expect anything?
EM Cioran
Man's Curse
I curse everything that you have given.
I curse the day I was born.
I curse the day on which I shall die.
I curse the whole of my life, it's joys and it's sorrows
I curse myself.
I curse my eyes, my ears, my tongue.
I curse my heart and my head, and I fling everthing back at your cruel face, a senseless Fate!
Be accursed, be forever accursed!
With my curses I will conquer you.
What else can you do to me?
Hurl me to the ground.
I will laugh and shout in your face:”Be accursed!”
Seal my mouth with clamps of death, with my last thought I will shout into your stupid ears:”Be accursed, be accursed!”
Take my body, tear at it like a dog, drag it into the darkness-I am not in it.
I have disappeared, but disappearing I shall repeat: “Be accursed be accursed!”
Through the succubus whom you have insulted, through the boy whom you have killed, I convey to you the curses of man
Adreyev
I curse everything that you have given.
I curse the day I was born.
I curse the day on which I shall die.
I curse the whole of my life, it's joys and it's sorrows
I curse myself.
I curse my eyes, my ears, my tongue.
I curse my heart and my head, and I fling everthing back at your cruel face, a senseless Fate!
Be accursed, be forever accursed!
With my curses I will conquer you.
What else can you do to me?
Hurl me to the ground.
I will laugh and shout in your face:”Be accursed!”
Seal my mouth with clamps of death, with my last thought I will shout into your stupid ears:”Be accursed, be accursed!”
Take my body, tear at it like a dog, drag it into the darkness-I am not in it.
I have disappeared, but disappearing I shall repeat: “Be accursed be accursed!”
Through the succubus whom you have insulted, through the boy whom you have killed, I convey to you the curses of man
Adreyev
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>>16579
>he would rather be successful than good
>man in his thinking or reverie status admires the progression toward extinction, but in the unthinking stimulus which really activates him he tends toward survival
>man is himself when he is not thinking
nice logic asshole
>he would rather be successful than good
>man in his thinking or reverie status admires the progression toward extinction, but in the unthinking stimulus which really activates him he tends toward survival
>man is himself when he is not thinking
nice logic asshole
Invocation of One in Despair
So a god has snatched from me my all
In the curse and rack of Destiny.
All his worlds are gone beyond recall!
Nothing but revenge is left to me!
On myself revenge I'll proudly wreak,
On that being, that enthroned Lord,
Make my strength a patchwork of what's weak,
Leave my better self without reward!
I shall build my throne high overhead,
Cold, tremendous shall its summit be.
For its bulwark– superstitious dread,
For its Marshall–blackest agony.
Who looks on it with a healthy eye,
Shall turn back, struck deathly pale and dumb;
Clutched by blind and chill Mortality
May his happiness prepare its tomb.
And the Almighty's lightning shall rebound
From that massive iron giant.
If he bring my walls and towers down,
Eternity shall raise them up, defiant.
So a god has snatched from me my all
In the curse and rack of Destiny.
All his worlds are gone beyond recall!
Nothing but revenge is left to me!
On myself revenge I'll proudly wreak,
On that being, that enthroned Lord,
Make my strength a patchwork of what's weak,
Leave my better self without reward!
I shall build my throne high overhead,
Cold, tremendous shall its summit be.
For its bulwark– superstitious dread,
For its Marshall–blackest agony.
Who looks on it with a healthy eye,
Shall turn back, struck deathly pale and dumb;
Clutched by blind and chill Mortality
May his happiness prepare its tomb.
And the Almighty's lightning shall rebound
From that massive iron giant.
If he bring my walls and towers down,
Eternity shall raise them up, defiant.
All lost! The hour is now expired, and time
Stands still. This pigmy universe collapses.
Soon I shall clasp Eternity and howl
Humanity's giant curse into its ear.
Eternity! It is eternal pain,
Death inconceivable, immeasurable!
An evil artifice contrived to taunt us,
Who are but clockwork, blind machines wound up
To be the calendar-fools of Time; to be,
Only that something thus at least might happen;
And to decay, that there might be decay!
The worlds must have had need of one thing more-
Dumb, searing agony to send them whirling.
Death comes to life and puts on shoes and stockings;
The sorrowing plant, the stone's inert erosion,
The birds that find no song to tell the pain
Of their aethereal life, the general discord
And the blind striving of the All to shake
Itself out of itself, be crushed in quarrel-
This now stands up and has a pair of legs,
And has a breast to feel the curse of life!
Ha, I must twine me on the wheel of flame,
And in Eternity's ring I'll dance my frenzy!
If aught besides that frenzy could devour,
I'd leap therein, though I must smash a world
That towered high between myself and it!
It would be shattered by my long-drawn curse,
And I would ding my arms around cruel Being,
Embracing me,'twould silent pass away.
Then silent would I sink into the void.
Wholly to sink, not be–oh, this were Life,
But swept along high on Eternity's current
To roar out threnodies for the Creator,
Scorn on the brow! Can Sun burn it away?
Bound in compulsion's sway, curse in defiance!
Let the envenomed eye flash forth destruction-
Does it hurl off the ponderous worlds that bind?
Bound in eternal fear, splintered and void,
Bound to the very marble block of Being,
Bound, bound forever, and forever bound!
The worlds, they see it and go rolling on
And howl the burial song of their own death.
And we, we Apes of a cold God, still cherish
With frenzied pain upon our loving breast
The viper so voluptuously warm,
That it as Universal Form rears up
And from its place on high grins down on us!
And in our ear, till loathing's all consumed,
The weary wave roars onward, ever onward!
Now quick, the die is cast, and all is ready;
Destroy what only poetry's lie contrived,
A curse shall finish what a curse conceived.
Stands still. This pigmy universe collapses.
Soon I shall clasp Eternity and howl
Humanity's giant curse into its ear.
Eternity! It is eternal pain,
Death inconceivable, immeasurable!
An evil artifice contrived to taunt us,
Who are but clockwork, blind machines wound up
To be the calendar-fools of Time; to be,
Only that something thus at least might happen;
And to decay, that there might be decay!
The worlds must have had need of one thing more-
Dumb, searing agony to send them whirling.
Death comes to life and puts on shoes and stockings;
The sorrowing plant, the stone's inert erosion,
The birds that find no song to tell the pain
Of their aethereal life, the general discord
And the blind striving of the All to shake
Itself out of itself, be crushed in quarrel-
This now stands up and has a pair of legs,
And has a breast to feel the curse of life!
Ha, I must twine me on the wheel of flame,
And in Eternity's ring I'll dance my frenzy!
If aught besides that frenzy could devour,
I'd leap therein, though I must smash a world
That towered high between myself and it!
It would be shattered by my long-drawn curse,
And I would ding my arms around cruel Being,
Embracing me,'twould silent pass away.
Then silent would I sink into the void.
Wholly to sink, not be–oh, this were Life,
But swept along high on Eternity's current
To roar out threnodies for the Creator,
Scorn on the brow! Can Sun burn it away?
Bound in compulsion's sway, curse in defiance!
Let the envenomed eye flash forth destruction-
Does it hurl off the ponderous worlds that bind?
Bound in eternal fear, splintered and void,
Bound to the very marble block of Being,
Bound, bound forever, and forever bound!
The worlds, they see it and go rolling on
And howl the burial song of their own death.
And we, we Apes of a cold God, still cherish
With frenzied pain upon our loving breast
The viper so voluptuously warm,
That it as Universal Form rears up
And from its place on high grins down on us!
And in our ear, till loathing's all consumed,
The weary wave roars onward, ever onward!
Now quick, the die is cast, and all is ready;
Destroy what only poetry's lie contrived,
A curse shall finish what a curse conceived.
>>16598
I think there is great truth in it. Look at the morality of Christianity. Love your enemies. When he steals your coat, give him your shirt too. Donate all to the poor. And look at the behavior of Christian individuals. Man does have some natural attraction to high, noble, altruistic ideas. And yet if we were to speak in Darwinian terms, being a Nice Guy means doing the opposite of what will aid your survival and reproduction.
I think there is great truth in it. Look at the morality of Christianity. Love your enemies. When he steals your coat, give him your shirt too. Donate all to the poor. And look at the behavior of Christian individuals. Man does have some natural attraction to high, noble, altruistic ideas. And yet if we were to speak in Darwinian terms, being a Nice Guy means doing the opposite of what will aid your survival and reproduction.
>>16603
Darwinian terms have limited explanatory power. Altruistic behavior CAN be commoditized in the matrix of social status similarly to any virtue, but the virtue itself, independent of whatever intention an actor may be using it for, does not necessarily serve a functional, survivalist role, at least not a tangible one. To insist a virtue
Darwinian terms have limited explanatory power. Altruistic behavior CAN be commoditized in the matrix of social status similarly to any virtue, but the virtue itself, independent of whatever intention an actor may be using it for, does not necessarily serve a functional, survivalist role, at least not a tangible one. To insist a virtue
>>16605
What about Steinbeck's claim that, altruism and morality are not only not useful for survival but positively harmful in an inverse relation?
As he puts it
>In an animal other than man we would replace the term ‘good’ with ‘weak survival quotient’ and the term ‘bad’ with ‘strong survival quotient.’
I consider Wizards to be the most Good people around, and none of us will reproduce, and many of us have or will have problems with survival.
What about Steinbeck's claim that, altruism and morality are not only not useful for survival but positively harmful in an inverse relation?
As he puts it
>In an animal other than man we would replace the term ‘good’ with ‘weak survival quotient’ and the term ‘bad’ with ‘strong survival quotient.’
I consider Wizards to be the most Good people around, and none of us will reproduce, and many of us have or will have problems with survival.
>>16605
Oops, I pressed reply too early.
Anyway, it makes more sense to explain the paradox of one acting good when there is seemingly no value by theorizing a psychological need as opposed to falling on 'sour grapes'.
Oops, I pressed reply too early.
Anyway, it makes more sense to explain the paradox of one acting good when there is seemingly no value by theorizing a psychological need as opposed to falling on 'sour grapes'.
"If it will be just the same living or not living, all will kill themselves, and perhaps that's what the change will be?"
"That's no matter. They will kill deception. Every one who wants the supreme freedom must dare to kill himself. He who dares to kill himself has found out the secret of the deception. There is no freedom beyond; that is all, and there is nothing beyond. He who dares kill himself is God. Now every one can do so that there shall be no God and shall be nothing. But no one has once done it yet."
"There have been millions of suicides."
"But always not for that; always with terror and not for that object. Not to kill fear. He who kills himself only to kill fear will become a god at once."
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/8117/8117-h/8117-h.htm
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demons_(Dostoyevsky_novel)
"That's no matter. They will kill deception. Every one who wants the supreme freedom must dare to kill himself. He who dares to kill himself has found out the secret of the deception. There is no freedom beyond; that is all, and there is nothing beyond. He who dares kill himself is God. Now every one can do so that there shall be no God and shall be nothing. But no one has once done it yet."
"There have been millions of suicides."
"But always not for that; always with terror and not for that object. Not to kill fear. He who kills himself only to kill fear will become a god at once."
http://www.gutenberg.org/files/8117/8117-h/8117-h.htm
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demons_(Dostoyevsky_novel)
>>16606
Part of Steinbeck's claim is that humans are not accustomed to not having to worry about survival though. That means things like wealth and societal success aren't equatable with survival ends in a prehistorical setting. One can survive and reproduce whilst being a good, useless person. Morality functions to continue psychological survival. Physical survival can be accomplished with relative ease regardless, that's not the Darwinian obstacle in the western world's time.
Part of Steinbeck's claim is that humans are not accustomed to not having to worry about survival though. That means things like wealth and societal success aren't equatable with survival ends in a prehistorical setting. One can survive and reproduce whilst being a good, useless person. Morality functions to continue psychological survival. Physical survival can be accomplished with relative ease regardless, that's not the Darwinian obstacle in the western world's time.
>>16592
> Universal suicide is the most logical thing in the world—we reject it only because of our primitive cowardice and childish fear of the dark. If we were sensible we would seek death—the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed.
To have suicide endorsed by a brilliant mind like HPL gives me more confidence in my suicide. And yet at the same time I'm plagued by the cowardice that prevents me from plunging into the abyss. Death is the end of all possibility of experience. My life experience has been mostly negative, but totally closing it off, is a hard choice. I hate this Darwinian universe. It is a Lovecraftian nightmare to me. Blankness would be infinitely preferable.
> Universal suicide is the most logical thing in the world—we reject it only because of our primitive cowardice and childish fear of the dark. If we were sensible we would seek death—the same blissful blank which we enjoyed before we existed.
To have suicide endorsed by a brilliant mind like HPL gives me more confidence in my suicide. And yet at the same time I'm plagued by the cowardice that prevents me from plunging into the abyss. Death is the end of all possibility of experience. My life experience has been mostly negative, but totally closing it off, is a hard choice. I hate this Darwinian universe. It is a Lovecraftian nightmare to me. Blankness would be infinitely preferable.
Not only is suicide a sin, it is the sin. It is the ultimate and absolute evil, the refusal to take an interest in existence; the refusal to take the oath of loyalty to life. The man who kills a man, kills a man. The man who kills himself, kills all men; as far as he is concerned he wipes out the world. His act is worse (symbolically considered) than any rape or dynamite outrage. For it destroys all buildings: it insults all succubi. The thief is satisfied with diamonds; but the suicide is not: that is his crime. He cannot be bribed, even by the blazing stones of the Celestial City. The thief compliments the things he steals, if not the owner of them. But the suicide insults everything on earth by not stealing it. He defiles every flower by refusing to live for its sake. There is not a tiny creature in the cosmos at whom his death is not a sneer. When a man hangs himself on a tree, the leaves might fall off in anger and the birds fly away in fury: for each has received a personal affront. Of course there may be pathetic emotional excuses for the act. There often are for rape, and there almost always are for dynamite. But if it comes to clear ideas and the intelligent meaning of things, then there is much more rational and philosophic truth in the burial at the cross-roads and the stake driven through the body, than in Mr. Archer's suicidal automatic machines. There is a meaning in burying the suicide apart. The man's crime is different from other crimes – for it makes even crimes impossible.
http://freethinker.typepad.com/the_free_thinker/2007/11/gk-chesterton-o.html
http://freethinker.typepad.com/the_free_thinker/2007/11/gk-chesterton-o.html
>>16619
>For it destroys all buildings: it insults all succubi.
Funny that the author suggests that suicide is an insult to all succubi, and a crime worse than rape. A rapist at least pays attention to succubi by lusting for them. But the suicide shows complete disregard for paying succubi attention.
>For it destroys all buildings: it insults all succubi.
Funny that the author suggests that suicide is an insult to all succubi, and a crime worse than rape. A rapist at least pays attention to succubi by lusting for them. But the suicide shows complete disregard for paying succubi attention.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Suicide
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Cesare_Pavese
Consider this point carefully: nowadays, suicide is just a way of disappearing. It is carried out timidly, quietly, and falls flat. It is no longer an action, only a submission.
Cesare Pavese, 1936-04-24
Here's the difficulty about suicide: it is an act of ambition that can be committed only when one has passed beyond ambition.
La difficoltà di commettere suicidio sta in questo: è un atto di ambizione che si può commettere solo quando si sia superata ogni ambizione.
Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1938-01-16
No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.
Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1938-03-23
The act—the act—must not be a revenge. It must be a calm, weary renunciation, a closing of accounts, a private, rhythmic deed. The last remark.
Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1950-05-10
Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.
Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1950-08-17
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Cesare_Pavese
Consider this point carefully: nowadays, suicide is just a way of disappearing. It is carried out timidly, quietly, and falls flat. It is no longer an action, only a submission.
Cesare Pavese, 1936-04-24
Here's the difficulty about suicide: it is an act of ambition that can be committed only when one has passed beyond ambition.
La difficoltà di commettere suicidio sta in questo: è un atto di ambizione che si può commettere solo quando si sia superata ogni ambizione.
Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1938-01-16
No one ever lacks a good reason for suicide.
Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1938-03-23
The act—the act—must not be a revenge. It must be a calm, weary renunciation, a closing of accounts, a private, rhythmic deed. The last remark.
Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1950-05-10
Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.
Cesare Pavese, This Business of Living, 1950-08-17
The tragedy of a species becoming unfit for life by over-evolving one ability is not confined to humankind. Thus it is thought, for instance, that certain deer in paleontological times succumbed as they acquired overly-heavy horns. The mutations must be considered blind, they work, are thrown forth, without any contact of interest with their environment.
In depressive states, the mind may be seen in the image of such an antler, in all its fantastic splendour pinning its bearer to the ground.
— Peter Wessel Zapffe, The Last Messiah
http://pastebin.com/Zzva1gVc
In depressive states, the mind may be seen in the image of such an antler, in all its fantastic splendour pinning its bearer to the ground.
— Peter Wessel Zapffe, The Last Messiah
http://pastebin.com/Zzva1gVc
The Duties of the Revolutionary toward Himself
1. The revolutionary is a doomed man. He has no personal interests, no business affairs, no emotions, no attachments, no property, and no name. Everything in him is wholly absorbed in the single thought and the single passion for revolution.
2. The revolutionary knows that in the very depths of his being, not only in words but also in deeds, he has broken all the bonds which tie him to the social order and the civilized world with all its laws, moralities, and customs, and with all its generally accepted conventions. He is their implacable enemy, and if he continues to live with them it is only in order to destroy them more speedily.
https://www.marxists.org/subject/anarchism/nechayev/catechism.htm
1. The revolutionary is a doomed man. He has no personal interests, no business affairs, no emotions, no attachments, no property, and no name. Everything in him is wholly absorbed in the single thought and the single passion for revolution.
2. The revolutionary knows that in the very depths of his being, not only in words but also in deeds, he has broken all the bonds which tie him to the social order and the civilized world with all its laws, moralities, and customs, and with all its generally accepted conventions. He is their implacable enemy, and if he continues to live with them it is only in order to destroy them more speedily.
https://www.marxists.org/subject/anarchism/nechayev/catechism.htm
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jacques_Ellul
The will of the world is always a will to death, a will to suicide. We must not accept this suicide, and we must so act that it cannot take place.
The will of the world is always a will to death, a will to suicide. We must not accept this suicide, and we must so act that it cannot take place.
>>17704
All other crimes show desire for an existing object in the world, while suicide discards all existence. It is thus for a Catholic the ultimate crime.
All other crimes show desire for an existing object in the world, while suicide discards all existence. It is thus for a Catholic the ultimate crime.
Its kinda funny reading the list of wikiquote's longest articles to see what wikipedians priorities are
https://en.wikiquote.org/w/index.php?title=Special:LongPages&limit=500&offset=0
https://en.wikiquote.org/w/index.php?title=Special:LongPages&limit=500&offset=0
The boys, who cannot grow up to adult human nature, are beating the prophets of the ancient race — Marx, Freud, Einstein — who have been tearing at our social, personal and intellectual roots, tearing with an objectivity which to the healthy animal seems morbid, depriving everything, as it seems, of the warmth of natural feeling. What traditional retort have the schoolboys but a kick in the pants? …
To our generation Einstein has been made to become a double symbol — a symbol of the mind travelling in the cold regions of space, and a symbol of the brave and generous outcast, pure in heart and cheerful of spirit. Himself a schoolboy, too, but the other kind — with ruffled hair, soft hands and a violin. See him as he squats on Cromer beach doing sums, Charlie Chaplin with the brow of Shakespeare…
So it is not an accident that the Nazi lads vent a particular fury against him. He does truly stand for what they most dislike, the opposite of the blond beast — intellectualist, individualist, supernationalist, pacifist, inky, plump… How should they know the glory of the free-ranging intellect and soft objective sympathy to whom money and violence, drink and blood and pomp, mean absolutely nothing? Yet Albert and the blond beast make up the world between them. If either cast the other out, life is diminished in its force. When the barbarians destroy the ancient race as witches, when they refuse to scale heaven on broomsticks, they may be dooming themselves to sink back into the clods which bore them.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/John_Maynard_Keynes
To our generation Einstein has been made to become a double symbol — a symbol of the mind travelling in the cold regions of space, and a symbol of the brave and generous outcast, pure in heart and cheerful of spirit. Himself a schoolboy, too, but the other kind — with ruffled hair, soft hands and a violin. See him as he squats on Cromer beach doing sums, Charlie Chaplin with the brow of Shakespeare…
So it is not an accident that the Nazi lads vent a particular fury against him. He does truly stand for what they most dislike, the opposite of the blond beast — intellectualist, individualist, supernationalist, pacifist, inky, plump… How should they know the glory of the free-ranging intellect and soft objective sympathy to whom money and violence, drink and blood and pomp, mean absolutely nothing? Yet Albert and the blond beast make up the world between them. If either cast the other out, life is diminished in its force. When the barbarians destroy the ancient race as witches, when they refuse to scale heaven on broomsticks, they may be dooming themselves to sink back into the clods which bore them.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/John_Maynard_Keynes
"From denial to denial, his existence is diminished: vaguer and more unreal than a syllogism of sighs, how could he still be a creature of flesh and blood? Anemic, he rivals the Idea itself; he has abstracted himself from his ancestors, from his friends, from every soul and himself; in his veins, once turbulent, rests a light from another world. Liberated from what he has lived, unconcerned by what he will live; he demolishes the signposts on all his roads, and wrests himself from the dials of all time. "I shall never meet myself again," he decides, happy to turn his
last hatred against himself, happier still to annihilate— in his forgiveness— all beings, all things."
-Emil Cioran
last hatred against himself, happier still to annihilate— in his forgiveness— all beings, all things."
-Emil Cioran
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>[L]ife presents itself by no means as a gift for enjoyment, but as a task, a drudgery to be performed; and in accordance with this we see, in great and small, universal need, ceaseless cares, constant pressure, endless strife, compulsory activity, with extreme exertion of all the powers of body and mind.
>Many millions, united into nations, strive for the common good, each individual on account of his own; but many thousands fall as a sacrifice for it. Now senseless delusions, now intriguing politics, incite them to wars with each other; then the sweat and the blood of the great multitude must flow, to carry out the ideas of individuals, or to expiate their faults.
>In peace industry and trade are active, inventions work miracles, seas are navigated, delicacies are collected from all ends of the world, the waves engulf thousands. All strive, some planning, others acting; the tumult is indescribable.
>But the ultimate aim of it all, what is it?
>To sustain ephemeral and tormented individuals through a short span of time in the most fortunate case with endurable want and comparative freedom from pain, which, however, is at once attended with ennui; then the reproduction of this race and its striving. In this evident disproportion between the trouble and the reward, the will to live appears to us from this point of view, if taken objectively, as a fool, or subjectively, as a delusion, seized by which everything living works with the utmost exertion of its strength for something that is of no value. But when we consider it more closely, we shall find here also that it is rather a blind pressure, a tendency entirely without ground or motive.
Arthur Schopenhauer
>Many millions, united into nations, strive for the common good, each individual on account of his own; but many thousands fall as a sacrifice for it. Now senseless delusions, now intriguing politics, incite them to wars with each other; then the sweat and the blood of the great multitude must flow, to carry out the ideas of individuals, or to expiate their faults.
>In peace industry and trade are active, inventions work miracles, seas are navigated, delicacies are collected from all ends of the world, the waves engulf thousands. All strive, some planning, others acting; the tumult is indescribable.
>But the ultimate aim of it all, what is it?
>To sustain ephemeral and tormented individuals through a short span of time in the most fortunate case with endurable want and comparative freedom from pain, which, however, is at once attended with ennui; then the reproduction of this race and its striving. In this evident disproportion between the trouble and the reward, the will to live appears to us from this point of view, if taken objectively, as a fool, or subjectively, as a delusion, seized by which everything living works with the utmost exertion of its strength for something that is of no value. But when we consider it more closely, we shall find here also that it is rather a blind pressure, a tendency entirely without ground or motive.
Arthur Schopenhauer
Death and Love
In Jewish folklore the Angel of Death stands between heaven and earth holding a poison-dripping
sword. Identified with Satan, he is full of eyes, a diligent reaper, an old fugitive and wanderer
like Cain, a beggar, an Arab nomad, a skeleton capering with sinners and misers in a juggler's dance.
Before the Fall, man was immortal; death has come upon us as a punishment for sin.
But the nightmarish angel presents a different face to one who has "died before death" or who has attained
some measure of the saint's apatheia. Jili tells us that Azrael, Death, appears to our spirit in a form
determined by our beliefs, actions and dispositions during life. He may even manifest invisibly, "so that a
man may die of a rose in aromatic pain"- or of a rotting stench.
When the soul sees Azrael it "falls in love", and its gaze is thus withdrawn from the body as if by a
seduction. Great philosophers and saints may even be politely invited by Death, who appears to them in a
corporeal form. Thus it was with Moses, and with Mohammed. When Rumi lay on his deathbed Azrael appeared as
a beautiful youth: "I am come by divine command to enquire what commission the Master may have to
entrust to me." Rumi's human companions nearly fainted with fear, but the sufi replied, "Come in,
come in, thou messenger of my King. Do that which thou art bidden, and God willing thou shalt
find me one of the patient."
We begin to discern a strange connection between Mors and Amor, Death and Love. The moment of
"extinction" in the pleasure of love resembles that of death, and thus that of the mystic. In
mythic terms Eros and Thanatos are almost twins, for in some cases Death appears as a lovely
youth, and Eros as a withered starveling. Both Love and Death are gateways; hence their eternal
adolescence, their fixation in the midsts of the rite de passage.
This is a passage from Peter Lamborn Wilson's Angels.
I accidentally discovered it in a song by Coil and it made an impression on me.
vid related.
In Jewish folklore the Angel of Death stands between heaven and earth holding a poison-dripping
sword. Identified with Satan, he is full of eyes, a diligent reaper, an old fugitive and wanderer
like Cain, a beggar, an Arab nomad, a skeleton capering with sinners and misers in a juggler's dance.
Before the Fall, man was immortal; death has come upon us as a punishment for sin.
But the nightmarish angel presents a different face to one who has "died before death" or who has attained
some measure of the saint's apatheia. Jili tells us that Azrael, Death, appears to our spirit in a form
determined by our beliefs, actions and dispositions during life. He may even manifest invisibly, "so that a
man may die of a rose in aromatic pain"- or of a rotting stench.
When the soul sees Azrael it "falls in love", and its gaze is thus withdrawn from the body as if by a
seduction. Great philosophers and saints may even be politely invited by Death, who appears to them in a
corporeal form. Thus it was with Moses, and with Mohammed. When Rumi lay on his deathbed Azrael appeared as
a beautiful youth: "I am come by divine command to enquire what commission the Master may have to
entrust to me." Rumi's human companions nearly fainted with fear, but the sufi replied, "Come in,
come in, thou messenger of my King. Do that which thou art bidden, and God willing thou shalt
find me one of the patient."
We begin to discern a strange connection between Mors and Amor, Death and Love. The moment of
"extinction" in the pleasure of love resembles that of death, and thus that of the mystic. In
mythic terms Eros and Thanatos are almost twins, for in some cases Death appears as a lovely
youth, and Eros as a withered starveling. Both Love and Death are gateways; hence their eternal
adolescence, their fixation in the midsts of the rite de passage.
This is a passage from Peter Lamborn Wilson's Angels.
I accidentally discovered it in a song by Coil and it made an impression on me.
vid related.
That which is for me through the medium of money – that for which I can pay (i.e., which money can buy) – that am I myself, the possessor of the money. The extent of the power of money is the extent of my power. Money’s properties are my – the possessor’s – properties and essential powers. Thus, what I am and am capable of is by no means determined by my individuality. I am ugly, but I can buy for myself the most beautiful of succubi. Therefore I am not ugly, for the effect of ugliness – its deterrent power – is nullified by money. I, according to my individual characteristics, am lame, but money furnishes me with twenty-four feet. Therefore I am not lame. I am bad, dishonest, unscrupulous, stupid; but money is honoured, and hence its possessor. Money is the supreme good, therefore its possessor is good. Money, besides, saves me the trouble of being dishonest: I am therefore presumed honest. I am brainless, but money is the real brain of all things and how then should its possessor be brainless? Besides, he can buy clever people for himself, and is he who has [In the manuscript: ‘is’. – Ed.] power over the clever not more clever than the clever? Do not I, who thanks to money am capable of all that the human heart longs for, possess all human capacities? Does not my money, therefore, transform all my incapacities into their contrary?
If money is the bond binding me to human life, binding society to me, connecting me with nature and man, is not money the bond of all bonds? Can it not dissolve and bind all ties? Is it not, therefore, also the universal agent of separation? It is the coin that really separates as well as the real binding agent – the […] [One word in the manuscript cannot be deciphered. – Ed.] chemical power of society.
If money is the bond binding me to human life, binding society to me, connecting me with nature and man, is not money the bond of all bonds? Can it not dissolve and bind all ties? Is it not, therefore, also the universal agent of separation? It is the coin that really separates as well as the real binding agent – the […] [One word in the manuscript cannot be deciphered. – Ed.] chemical power of society.
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Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer demoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous.
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/faj.aspx
http://www.hplovecraft.com/writings/texts/fiction/faj.aspx
The law on narcotics places in the hands of the inspector-usurper of public health the right to have control over human suffering; it is a pretension peculiar to modern medicine to try to dictate to the individual conscience. All the bleatings of the official charter are powerless against this phenomenon of conscience: namely, that I am the master of my pain, even more than of my death. Every man is the judge, and the exclusive judge, of the quantity of physical suffering or of mental emptiness that he can honestly stand.
Antonin Artaud - Letter to the Legislator of the Law on Narcotics
Antonin Artaud - Letter to the Legislator of the Law on Narcotics
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I found this relevant to wizardchan.
"It had all gone critical. Wizardry was breaking up. Goodbye to the University, the levels, the Orders; deep in his heart, every wizard knew that the natural unit of wizardry was one wizard. The towers would multiply and fight until there was one tower left, and then the wizards would fight until there was one wizard.
By then, he'd probably fight himself.
The whole edifice that operated as the balance wheel of magic was falling to bits. Rincewind resented that, deeply. He'd never been any good at magic, but that wasn't the point. He knew where he fitted. It was right at the bottom, but at least he fitted. He could look up and see the whole delicate machine ticking away, gently, browsing off the natural magic generated by the turning of the Disc.
All he had was nothing, but that was something, and now it had been taken away."
Terry Pratchett, Sourcery
"It had all gone critical. Wizardry was breaking up. Goodbye to the University, the levels, the Orders; deep in his heart, every wizard knew that the natural unit of wizardry was one wizard. The towers would multiply and fight until there was one tower left, and then the wizards would fight until there was one wizard.
By then, he'd probably fight himself.
The whole edifice that operated as the balance wheel of magic was falling to bits. Rincewind resented that, deeply. He'd never been any good at magic, but that wasn't the point. He knew where he fitted. It was right at the bottom, but at least he fitted. He could look up and see the whole delicate machine ticking away, gently, browsing off the natural magic generated by the turning of the Disc.
All he had was nothing, but that was something, and now it had been taken away."
Terry Pratchett, Sourcery
"If I can reconcile myself to the certainty of death only by forgetting it, I am not happy. And if I can dispose of the fact of human misery about me only by shutting my thoughts as well as myself within my comfortable garden, I may assure myself that I am happy, but I am not. There is a skeleton in the closet of the universe, and I may at any moment be in the face of it. Happiness is inseparable from confidence in action; and confidence of action is inseparable from what the schoolmen called peace – that is, poise of mind with reference to everything I may possibly encounter in the chances of fortune.
Now this perfect openness to experience is not possible if pain is the last word of pain. Unless there is something behind the fact of pain, some kind of mystery or problem in it whose solution shows the pain to be other than what it pretends, there is no happiness for man in this world or the next; for no matter how fair the world might in time become, the fact that it had been as bad as it is would remain an unbanishable misery, unbanishable by God or any other power. " - William Ernest Hocking
Now this perfect openness to experience is not possible if pain is the last word of pain. Unless there is something behind the fact of pain, some kind of mystery or problem in it whose solution shows the pain to be other than what it pretends, there is no happiness for man in this world or the next; for no matter how fair the world might in time become, the fact that it had been as bad as it is would remain an unbanishable misery, unbanishable by God or any other power. " - William Ernest Hocking
The truth is that the common man's love of liberty, like his love of sense, justice and truth, is almost wholly imaginary. As I have argued, he is not actually happy when free; he is uncomfortable, a bit alarmed, and intolerably lonely.
He longs for the warm, reassuring smell of the herd, and is willing to take the herdsman with it. Liberty is not a thing for such as he. He cannot enjoy it rationally himself, and he can think of it in others only as something to be taken away from them. It is, when it becomes a reality, the exclusive possession of a small and disreputable minority of men, like knowledge, courage and honor. A special sort of man is needed to understand it, nay, to stand it – and he is inevitably an outlaw in democratic societies.
The average man doesn't want to be free. He simply wants to be safe
― Donald J. Trump: The Art Of The Deal
He longs for the warm, reassuring smell of the herd, and is willing to take the herdsman with it. Liberty is not a thing for such as he. He cannot enjoy it rationally himself, and he can think of it in others only as something to be taken away from them. It is, when it becomes a reality, the exclusive possession of a small and disreputable minority of men, like knowledge, courage and honor. A special sort of man is needed to understand it, nay, to stand it – and he is inevitably an outlaw in democratic societies.
The average man doesn't want to be free. He simply wants to be safe
― Donald J. Trump: The Art Of The Deal
>>24037
Blah blah blah. A lot of fluff just to shit on everyone else like any other normalfag.
Blah blah blah. A lot of fluff just to shit on everyone else like any other normalfag.
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“Death is not an evil, because it frees us from all evils, and while it takes away good things, it takes away also the desire for them. Old age is the supreme evil, because it deprives us of all pleasures, leaving us only the appetite for them, and it brings with it all sufferings. Nevertheless, we fear death, and we desire old age.”
“Men are wretched by necessity, and determined to believe themselves wretched by accident.”
― Giacomo Leopardi
“Men are wretched by necessity, and determined to believe themselves wretched by accident.”
― Giacomo Leopardi
>>24040
"Man is condemned either to consume his youth (which is the only time to store up fruit for the years to come and make provision for himself) without a purpose, or to waste it in procuring enjoyments for that part of his life in which he will no longer be capable of enjoyment."
"Man is condemned either to consume his youth (which is the only time to store up fruit for the years to come and make provision for himself) without a purpose, or to waste it in procuring enjoyments for that part of his life in which he will no longer be capable of enjoyment."
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Being No One: The Self-Model Theory of Subjectivity
by Thomas Metzinger
by Thomas Metzinger
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Pessimism, moreover, seemingly takes, and gives nothing in return; but if it is examined more closely it will be found that its very melancholy transforms itself into a consolation which, if relatively restricted, is none the less valuable.
Taubert, one of its most vigorous expounders, says, "Not only does it carry the imagination far beyond the actual suffering to which every one is condemned, and in this manner shield us from manifold deceptions, but it even increases such pleasures as life still holds, and doubles their intensity. For pessimism, while showing that each joy is an illusion, leaves pleasure where it found it, and simply incloses it in a black border, from which, in greater relief, it shines more brightly than before." (216-217)
Taubert, one of its most vigorous expounders, says, "Not only does it carry the imagination far beyond the actual suffering to which every one is condemned, and in this manner shield us from manifold deceptions, but it even increases such pleasures as life still holds, and doubles their intensity. For pessimism, while showing that each joy is an illusion, leaves pleasure where it found it, and simply incloses it in a black border, from which, in greater relief, it shines more brightly than before." (216-217)
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"The politician will devour the poet. To be a member of the States, and to live amid the daily jostlings and excitements, is not for the delicate nature of a poet. His song will cease, and that is in some sort to be lamented."
–Goethe
–Goethe
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>>24139
Schopenhauer made a similar observation:
"The outcome of this knowledge is sad and depressing, but the state of knowing, the acquisition of insight, the penetration of truth, are thoroughly pleasurable–and, strange to say, add a mixture of sweetness to my bitterness."
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"Happiness lies always in the future, or else in the past, and the present may be compared to a small dark cloud driven by the wind over a sunny plain; in front of and behind the cloud everything is bright, only it itself always casts a shadow."
Schopenhauer made a similar observation:
"The outcome of this knowledge is sad and depressing, but the state of knowing, the acquisition of insight, the penetration of truth, are thoroughly pleasurable–and, strange to say, add a mixture of sweetness to my bitterness."
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"Happiness lies always in the future, or else in the past, and the present may be compared to a small dark cloud driven by the wind over a sunny plain; in front of and behind the cloud everything is bright, only it itself always casts a shadow."
>>24140
Mathematics has the completely false reputation of yielding infallible conclusions. Its infallibility is nothing but identity. Two times two is not four, but it is just two times two, and that is what we call four for short. But four is nothing new at all. And thus it goes on and on in its conclusions, except that in the higher formulas the identity fades out of sight
-Goethe
Mathematics has the completely false reputation of yielding infallible conclusions. Its infallibility is nothing but identity. Two times two is not four, but it is just two times two, and that is what we call four for short. But four is nothing new at all. And thus it goes on and on in its conclusions, except that in the higher formulas the identity fades out of sight
-Goethe
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>>24138
Truly, to the student of history each epoch brings its own shudder. There have been ameliorations in one way and pacifications in another, but misery looms in tireless constancy through it all.
Each year a fresh discovery seems to point to still better things in the future, but progress is as undeniably the chimera of the present century as the resurrection of the dead was that of the tenth; each age has its own, for no matter to what degree of perfection industry may arrive, and to whatever heights progress may ascend, it must yet touch some final goal, and meanwhile pessimism holds that with expanding intelligence there will come, little by little, the fixed and immutable knowledge that of all perfect things which the earth contains misery is the most complete.
Truly, to the student of history each epoch brings its own shudder. There have been ameliorations in one way and pacifications in another, but misery looms in tireless constancy through it all.
Each year a fresh discovery seems to point to still better things in the future, but progress is as undeniably the chimera of the present century as the resurrection of the dead was that of the tenth; each age has its own, for no matter to what degree of perfection industry may arrive, and to whatever heights progress may ascend, it must yet touch some final goal, and meanwhile pessimism holds that with expanding intelligence there will come, little by little, the fixed and immutable knowledge that of all perfect things which the earth contains misery is the most complete.
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>>24145
The question, then, as to whether life is valuable, valueless, or an affliction can, with regard to the individual, be answered only after a consideration of the different circumstances attendant on each particular case; but, broadly speaking, and disregarding its necessary exceptions, life may be said to be always valuable to the obtuse, often valueless to the sensitive; while to him who commiserates with all mankind, and sympathizes with everything that is, life never appears otherwise than as an immense and terrible affliction.
The question, then, as to whether life is valuable, valueless, or an affliction can, with regard to the individual, be answered only after a consideration of the different circumstances attendant on each particular case; but, broadly speaking, and disregarding its necessary exceptions, life may be said to be always valuable to the obtuse, often valueless to the sensitive; while to him who commiserates with all mankind, and sympathizes with everything that is, life never appears otherwise than as an immense and terrible affliction.
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“The conviction that the world, and therefore man too, is something which really ought not to exist is in fact calculated to instill in us indulgence towards one another: for what can be expected of beings placed in such a situation as we are? … this … reminds us of what are the most necessary of all things: tolerance, patience, forbearance and charity, which each of us needs and which each of us therefore owes.”
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Haste is universal because everyone is in flight from himself.
–Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations
–Nietzsche, Untimely Meditations
The individual enters a pre-established "world," or rather climbs our of this pre-established "world." The individual is the rpeserving, cancelling, and raising to a higher level, as well as creating of this "world": Through the individual "the world" has only just now become full and complete, because through the individual this "world" has exhibited evidence of a completed journey, evidence of years fulfilled and well executed service, and therewith evidence of further uselessness. The evidence and the presenter of evidence on behalf of this world is the individual himself. with his entrance, the physical and physhical worlds sink together. On the rubble of the physical and psychical worlds stands -the individual.-
- karl schmidt, the individual and the realm of the understanding
it's the opener, but i still like it a lot.
- karl schmidt, the individual and the realm of the understanding
it's the opener, but i still like it a lot.
Interesting passage here suggesting a EvoPsych cause for Volcel Saints like Aquinas. He is essentially suggesting that these Christian Volcels are "docile" people with bounded rationality. So when the society around them tells them that altruism and purity are good values, they will just follow it, without questioning whether it is good for their selfish genes.
https://books.google.com/books?id=re4SXiklicAC&pg=PA201&dq=docile+bounded+rationality+theresa&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjdtf3lw8vMAhVkLsAKHWzuD24Q6AEIHDAA#v=onepage&q=docile%20bounded%20rationality%20theresa&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=UShpAgAAQBAJ&pg=PA136&dq=docile+bounded+rationality+theresa&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjdtf3lw8vMAhVkLsAKHWzuD24Q6AEILjAD#v=onepage&q=docile%20bounded%20rationality%20theresa&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=jIGURDSZk-0C&pg=PA136&dq=docile+bounded+rationality+theresa&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjdtf3lw8vMAhVkLsAKHWzuD24Q6AEINDAE#v=onepage&q=docile%20bounded%20rationality%20theresa&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=re4SXiklicAC&pg=PA201&dq=docile+bounded+rationality+theresa&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjdtf3lw8vMAhVkLsAKHWzuD24Q6AEIHDAA#v=onepage&q=docile%20bounded%20rationality%20theresa&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=UShpAgAAQBAJ&pg=PA136&dq=docile+bounded+rationality+theresa&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjdtf3lw8vMAhVkLsAKHWzuD24Q6AEILjAD#v=onepage&q=docile%20bounded%20rationality%20theresa&f=false
https://books.google.com/books?id=jIGURDSZk-0C&pg=PA136&dq=docile+bounded+rationality+theresa&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjdtf3lw8vMAhVkLsAKHWzuD24Q6AEINDAE#v=onepage&q=docile%20bounded%20rationality%20theresa&f=false
When you transplant a heart from a baboon into a baby as we did, and you say the body of that baby is sacred, does that profane heart from the baboon become sacred when you place it in the body? Or when you take out a gallbladder and throw it in the garbage, is that a sacred gallbladder in the garbage? Or as soon as it's out of the body it loses its sanctity? You see the silliness of our mythology? Children ask the questions I'm just asking now. Trouble is, children get slapped for asking questions like that because they have no defense. But you can't slap me. I can ask the question. It's a logical question.
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Mortality, for us, is not only an objective fact but a subjective chasm, an open wound in our phenomenal self-model.
We have a deep, inbuilt existential conflict, and we seem to be the first creatures on this planet to experience it consciously. Many of us, in fact, spend our lives trying to avoid experiencing it.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self_model
We have a deep, inbuilt existential conflict, and we seem to be the first creatures on this planet to experience it consciously. Many of us, in fact, spend our lives trying to avoid experiencing it.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Self_model
How can anyone think so insanely that the human life has the same value and mankind, the same morality, independent of numbers? It is lucid to me that everytime a new child is born, the value of every human in world decreases slightly. It is obvious to me that the morality of the population explosion is wholly unlike than when man was a sparse, noble species in its beginning.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Pentti_Linkola
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Pentti_Linkola
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>>24438
I find it almost inconceivable that, despite all contrary evidence, an intelligent individual might still have faith in man and the majority, and keep banging his head against the wall. Why won’t such a person admit that the survival of man – when nature can take no more – is possible only when the discipline, prohibition, enforcement and oppression meted out by another clear-sighted human prevents him from indulging in his destructive impulses and committing suicide? How can such a person justify democracy?
Stupidity reaches a climax among those people who argue – without having learnt a thing from history or being able to read a single sign of our times – that man knows what is good for him: “the people know.” From this absurd assumption derives a suicidal form of government, parliamentary democracy, born among the tyrants of mankind, the West. Alas it looks like the bubble of democracy will never burst: as we struggle to enter the new millennium, we can abandon all hope.
http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/06/in-praise-of-pentti-linkola/
I find it almost inconceivable that, despite all contrary evidence, an intelligent individual might still have faith in man and the majority, and keep banging his head against the wall. Why won’t such a person admit that the survival of man – when nature can take no more – is possible only when the discipline, prohibition, enforcement and oppression meted out by another clear-sighted human prevents him from indulging in his destructive impulses and committing suicide? How can such a person justify democracy?
Stupidity reaches a climax among those people who argue – without having learnt a thing from history or being able to read a single sign of our times – that man knows what is good for him: “the people know.” From this absurd assumption derives a suicidal form of government, parliamentary democracy, born among the tyrants of mankind, the West. Alas it looks like the bubble of democracy will never burst: as we struggle to enter the new millennium, we can abandon all hope.
http://www.counter-currents.com/2011/06/in-praise-of-pentti-linkola/
My research leads me inescapably to the opinion that the major cause of the American Negro's intellectual and social deficits is hereditary and racial genetic in origin and thus not remediable to a major degree by practical improvements in environment.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/William_Shockley
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/William_Shockley
>>24443
My dad told me about this guy when I was a boy, and going through my racist phase. I would read JFC Fuller, the inventor of blitzkrieg and also a Nazi. My dad mentioned the guy who invented the radio would go around saying Blacks were inferior. And people would ask him what his expertise in radio had to do with race science. This must be the guy he was talking about.
My dad told me about this guy when I was a boy, and going through my racist phase. I would read JFC Fuller, the inventor of blitzkrieg and also a Nazi. My dad mentioned the guy who invented the radio would go around saying Blacks were inferior. And people would ask him what his expertise in radio had to do with race science. This must be the guy he was talking about.
The worst thing happens when ideologists are trying to analyse scientific researches.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jerzy_Vetulani
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jerzy_Vetulani
From Chuck Palahniuk's Rant:
Rant's mother, her eyes roll to follow the sweep of black dots across the wall, the swarm of gummy smudges that spiral down to her angel's head on the pillow. In the forever of that moment, the pretty young succubus leaning over Rant's bed, she looked her new hag's face down at him and said, "You… You are…"
On his back, Rant twisted to see his pride, his collection. We all have this moment, when your folks first see you as someone not growing up to be them. Irene's fake, pasted-on stars versus Rant's mural of real snot. His pride as her shame.
Times like that, you look like a failed experiment your parents will have to face for the rest of their lives. A booby prize. And your mom and dad, they look like a God too retarded to fashion anything better than you. You grow up to become living proof of you parent's limitations. Their less-than-masterpiece.
Rant's mother, her eyes roll to follow the sweep of black dots across the wall, the swarm of gummy smudges that spiral down to her angel's head on the pillow. In the forever of that moment, the pretty young succubus leaning over Rant's bed, she looked her new hag's face down at him and said, "You… You are…"
On his back, Rant twisted to see his pride, his collection. We all have this moment, when your folks first see you as someone not growing up to be them. Irene's fake, pasted-on stars versus Rant's mural of real snot. His pride as her shame.
Times like that, you look like a failed experiment your parents will have to face for the rest of their lives. A booby prize. And your mom and dad, they look like a God too retarded to fashion anything better than you. You grow up to become living proof of you parent's limitations. Their less-than-masterpiece.
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Nature, benign as ever, has ordained that the more man learns to live, the more the reasons for living desert him, that he must not know the means of achieving his ends until he ceases to regard them as heavenly felicities, when obtaining them does not bring him more than a mediocre joy, and that he must not be pleased until he has become incapable of lively pleasure.
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If those few men of true worth who pursue glory knew individually all those who compose that public whose esteem they try to gain with so many and such extreme sufferings, it is possible that their purpose would be considerably weakened, and they might perhaps abandon it.
However, we cannot escape the power which the sheer number of people has over our imagination, and it is noticeable time and time again that we appreciate, indeed respect, I will not say a multitude, but ten people gathered in one room, each one of whom by himself we regard as of no account.
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If those few men of true worth who pursue glory knew individually all those who compose that public whose esteem they try to gain with so many and such extreme sufferings, it is possible that their purpose would be considerably weakened, and they might perhaps abandon it.
However, we cannot escape the power which the sheer number of people has over our imagination, and it is noticeable time and time again that we appreciate, indeed respect, I will not say a multitude, but ten people gathered in one room, each one of whom by himself we regard as of no account.
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>>24585
That first picture is full of shit
That first picture is full of shit
>>24743
Even your free market ideas were blasphemies when they were 1st introduced in mercantilist and semi-feudal Europe and your own Hayek was on the fringe in the 1920s. So your own hero Hayek would be a testament to the Shaw quote, if you consider his ideas to be truths.
Even your free market ideas were blasphemies when they were 1st introduced in mercantilist and semi-feudal Europe and your own Hayek was on the fringe in the 1920s. So your own hero Hayek would be a testament to the Shaw quote, if you consider his ideas to be truths.
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I laugh and cringe hysterically when I see threads on /wiz/ and /hob/ and elsewhere where the OP likens himself to an autistic savant or likens himself to an intellectual, or calls himself autistic as if it makes him anything but retarded, to explain away his lack of desire to engage socially, or his lack of ability to function socially, or to explain away the fact that he has no friends which he clearly desires to have.
Anyone heard of the fallacy of equivocation? I have autism because I can't or don't want to make friends. Some autists are extremely intelligent.
Therefore, I am extremely intelligent.
Just plain idiocy.
Chances are that you are a schizophrenic or just another Caucasian with the typical, phenotypic social dysfunctions and mental dysfunctions.
As for "normies" or normal people, you are one of them, don't delude yourself to make up for your failures in life.
This post doesn't violate any rules and it contributes to the thread so fuck off with your cowardly reporting, hugbox Redditors.
Get with reality.
Anyone heard of the fallacy of equivocation? I have autism because I can't or don't want to make friends. Some autists are extremely intelligent.
Therefore, I am extremely intelligent.
Just plain idiocy.
Chances are that you are a schizophrenic or just another Caucasian with the typical, phenotypic social dysfunctions and mental dysfunctions.
As for "normies" or normal people, you are one of them, don't delude yourself to make up for your failures in life.
This post doesn't violate any rules and it contributes to the thread so fuck off with your cowardly reporting, hugbox Redditors.
Get with reality.
>>24758
>his post doesn't violate any rules and it contributes to the thread so fuck off with your cowardly reporting, hugbox Redditors.
Get with reality.
It's a thread for quotes you like, I don't see what your problem is. Go cringe and laugh at autistic retards somewhere else "wizard".
>his post doesn't violate any rules and it contributes to the thread so fuck off with your cowardly reporting, hugbox Redditors.
Get with reality.
It's a thread for quotes you like, I don't see what your problem is. Go cringe and laugh at autistic retards somewhere else "wizard".
>>24751
>failed normalfags
I don't like Nietzsche either, but all you're doing is spouting memes. Also, there's nothing wrong with that particular quote by him. I have a feeling you've never actually read Nietzsche and you're just judging him based on the people you've met who do like Nietzsche.
Do you also refuse to drink water because that's what "failed normalfags" do? Why don't you take a thorny vine and shove it up your anal cavity, I'm sure no normalfag has ever done that before.
>failed normalfags
I don't like Nietzsche either, but all you're doing is spouting memes. Also, there's nothing wrong with that particular quote by him. I have a feeling you've never actually read Nietzsche and you're just judging him based on the people you've met who do like Nietzsche.
Do you also refuse to drink water because that's what "failed normalfags" do? Why don't you take a thorny vine and shove it up your anal cavity, I'm sure no normalfag has ever done that before.
>>24758
I agree, to a certain extent. The threads lately about when were you happiest in life. Makes it feel like tumblr kids on 4chan. "My family when they took me to an amusement park" or "when I went on vacation with my family" and shit like "during Christmas when I got a Nintendo". Feels like your typical "depressed" normalfag.
I agree, to a certain extent. The threads lately about when were you happiest in life. Makes it feel like tumblr kids on 4chan. "My family when they took me to an amusement park" or "when I went on vacation with my family" and shit like "during Christmas when I got a Nintendo". Feels like your typical "depressed" normalfag.
>A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
>A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
>A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
>Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like
Chief Keef "I Don't Like"
>A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
>A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
>Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like
Chief Keef "I Don't Like"
>>24767
You are the meme. I have actually read Nietzsche so I can express my opinion on him.
>Do you also refuse to drink water because that's what "failed normalfags" do?
Shit analogy. Everything about his "philosophy" (if you can even call it that) as well as his personal life is that of a failed normalfag. His "philosophy" is something you would find on a r/getmotivated or a poster in a gym.
You are the meme. I have actually read Nietzsche so I can express my opinion on him.
>Do you also refuse to drink water because that's what "failed normalfags" do?
Shit analogy. Everything about his "philosophy" (if you can even call it that) as well as his personal life is that of a failed normalfag. His "philosophy" is something you would find on a r/getmotivated or a poster in a gym.
>>24777
I never thought I would see chief keef quoted on wizardchan. I can commit suicide happily now.
I never thought I would see chief keef quoted on wizardchan. I can commit suicide happily now.
>>24792
To back up your point, its not like the quote from Nietzsche he cited was just "a really cool quote". It was about the Alpha special snowflake rising above the herd. So it gets to the heart of Nietzsche's doctrines for the wannabe Chad.
To back up your point, its not like the quote from Nietzsche he cited was just "a really cool quote". It was about the Alpha special snowflake rising above the herd. So it gets to the heart of Nietzsche's doctrines for the wannabe Chad.
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Accustom yourself to believing that death is nothing to us, for good and evil imply the capacity for sensation, and death is the privation of all sentience; therefore a correct understanding that death is nothing to us makes the mortality of life enjoyable, not by adding to life a limitless time, but by taking away the yearning after immortality.
For life has no terrors for him who has thoroughly understood that there are no terrors for him in ceasing to live. Foolish, therefore, is the man who says that he fears death, not because it will pain when it comes, but because it pains in the prospect. Whatever causes no annoyance when it is present, causes only a groundless pain in the expectation. Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not. It is nothing, then, either to the living or to the dead, for with the living it is not and the dead exist no longer.
http://www.epicurus.net/en/menoeceus.html
For life has no terrors for him who has thoroughly understood that there are no terrors for him in ceasing to live. Foolish, therefore, is the man who says that he fears death, not because it will pain when it comes, but because it pains in the prospect. Whatever causes no annoyance when it is present, causes only a groundless pain in the expectation. Death, therefore, the most awful of evils, is nothing to us, seeing that, when we are, death is not come, and, when death is come, we are not. It is nothing, then, either to the living or to the dead, for with the living it is not and the dead exist no longer.
http://www.epicurus.net/en/menoeceus.html
>>24808
>reported for avatar whoring
I don't understand why the mods would leave that shitpost (and its replies) up.
This was a nice, comfy thread.
>reported for avatar whoring
I don't understand why the mods would leave that shitpost (and its replies) up.
This was a nice, comfy thread.
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I do not know who put me into the world, what the world is, or what I am myself….
I see these frightening spaces of the universe that surround me and I find myself attached to a corner of this vast expanse, without knowing why I am in this place rather than another, or why the little time that is given to me to live is assigned to me at this point rather than another of all the eternity that preceded me and of all the eternity that will follow me.
I only see the infinities on all sides that enclose me like an atom and like a shadow that lasts a mere instant without return. All I know is that I will die soon, but what I know least is this death itself, this death that I will not be able to avoid.
–Pascal
I see these frightening spaces of the universe that surround me and I find myself attached to a corner of this vast expanse, without knowing why I am in this place rather than another, or why the little time that is given to me to live is assigned to me at this point rather than another of all the eternity that preceded me and of all the eternity that will follow me.
I only see the infinities on all sides that enclose me like an atom and like a shadow that lasts a mere instant without return. All I know is that I will die soon, but what I know least is this death itself, this death that I will not be able to avoid.
–Pascal
"Listen! I took the case of children only to make my case clearer. Of the other tears of humanity with which the earth is soaked from its crust to its centre, I will say nothing. I have narrowed my subject on purpose. I am a bug, and I recognise in all humility that I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is. Men are themselves to blame, I suppose; they were given paradise, they wanted freedom, and stole fire from heaven, though they knew they would become unhappy, so there is no need to pity them. With my pitiful, earthly, Euclidian understanding, all I know is that there is suffering and that there are none guilty; that cause follows effect, simply and directly; that everything flows and finds its level- but that's only Euclidian nonsense, I know that, and I can't consent to live by it! What comfort is it to me that there are none guilty and that cause follows effect simply and directly, and that I know it?- I must have justice, or I will destroy myself. And not justice in some remote infinite time and space, but here on earth, and that I could see myself. I have believed in it. I want to see it, and if I am dead by then, let me rise again, for if it all happens without me, it will be too unfair. Surely I haven't suffered simply that I, my crimes and my sufferings, may manure the soil of the future harmony for somebody else. I want to see with my own eyes the hind lie down with the lion and the victim rise up and embrace his murderer. I want to be there when everyone suddenly understands what it has all been for. All the religions of the world are built on this longing, and I am a believer. But then there are the children, and what am I to do about them? That's a question I can't answer. For the hundredth time I repeat, there are numbers of questions, but I've only taken the children, because in their case what I mean is so unanswerably clear. Listen! If all must suffer to pay for the eternal harmony, what have children to do with it, tell me, please? It's beyond all comprehension why they should suffer, and why they should pay for the harmony. Why should they, too, furnish material to enrich the soil for the harmony of the future? I understand solidarity in sin among men. I understand solidarity in retribution, too; but there can be no such solidarity with children. And if it is really true that they must share responsibility for all their fathers' crimes, such a truth is not of this world and is beyond my comprehension. Some jester will say, perhaps, that the child would have grown up and have sinned, but you see he didn't grow up, he was torn to pieces by the dogs, at eight years old. Oh, Alyosha, I am not blaspheming! I understand, of course, what an upheaval of the universe it will be when everything in heaven and earth blends in one hymn of praise and everything that lives and has lived cries aloud: 'Thou art just, O Lord, for Thy ways are revealed.' When the mother embraces the fiend who threw her child to the dogs, and all three cry aloud with tears, 'Thou art just, O Lord!' then, of course, the crown of knowledge will be reached and all will be made clear. But what pulls me up here is that I can't accept that harmony. And while I am on earth, I make haste to take my own measures. You see, Alyosha, perhaps it really may happen that if I live to that moment, or rise again to see it, I, too, perhaps, may cry aloud with the rest, looking at the mother embracing the child's torturer, 'Thou art just, O Lord!' but I don't want to cry aloud then. While there is still time, I hasten to protect myself, and so I renounce the higher harmony altogether. It's not worth the tears of that one tortured child who beat itself on the breast with its little fist and prayed in its stinking outhouse, with its unexpiated tears to 'dear, kind God'! It's not worth it, because those tears are unatoned for. They must be atoned for, or there can be no harmony. But how? How are you going to atone for them? Is it possible? By their being avenged? But what do I care for avenging them? What do I care for a hell for oppressors? What good can hell do, since those children have already been tortured? And what becomes of harmony, if there is hell? I want to forgive. I want to embrace. I don't want more suffering. And if the sufferings of children go to swell the sum of sufferings which was necessary to pay for truth, then I protest that the truth is not worth such a price. I don't want the mother to embrace the oppressor who threw her son to the dogs! She dare not forgive him! Let her forgive him for herself, if she will, let her forgive the torturer for the immeasurable suffering of her mother's heart. But the sufferings of her tortured child she has no right to forgive; she dare not forgive the torturer, even if the child were to forgive him! And if that is so, if they dare not forgive, what becomes of harmony? Is there in the whole world a being who would have the right to forgive and could forgive? I don't want harmony. From love for humanity I don't want it. I would rather be left with the unavenged suffering. I would rather remain with my unavenged suffering and unsatisfied indignation, even if I were wrong. Besides, too high a price is asked for harmony; it's beyond our means to pay so much to enter on it. And so I hasten to give back my entrance ticket, and if I am an honest man I am bound to give it back as soon as possible. And that I am doing. It's not God that I don't accept, Alyosha, only I most respectfully return him the ticket."
http://www.anselm.edu/homepage/dbanach/dos.htm
http://www.anselm.edu/homepage/dbanach/dos.htm
I am the spirit that negates.
And rightly so, for all that comes to be
Deserves to perish wretchedly;
'Twere better nothing would begin.
Thus everything that that your terms, sin,
Destruction, evil represent—
That is my proper element.”
http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/mephistopheles
And rightly so, for all that comes to be
Deserves to perish wretchedly;
'Twere better nothing would begin.
Thus everything that that your terms, sin,
Destruction, evil represent—
That is my proper element.”
http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/tag/mephistopheles
"I shall now therefore humbly propose my own thoughts, which I hope will not be liable to the least objection."
- Swift
- Swift
The tragedy of a species becoming unfit for life by over-evolving one ability is not confined to humankind. Thus it is thought, for instance, that certain deer in paleontological times succumbed as they acquired overly-heavy horns. The mutations must be considered blind, they work, are thrown forth, without any contact of interest with their environment. In depressive states, the mind may be seen in the image of such an antler, in all its fantastic splendour pinning its bearer to the ground.
— Peter Wessel Zapffe, The Last Messiah
— Peter Wessel Zapffe, The Last Messiah
"Bobby, you're missing the point. We don't fish for the fish. Ninety percent of what I like about this sport, and it IS a sport, is sitting in the boat for five hours doing nothing. And the icing on the cake is when God smiles on you and you hook one. And then when you're reeling it in, everything else falls away. You don't think about taxes, or traffic, or that pushy gal that's trying to get into the citadel, or who's going to take care of you when your mother and I are old and incapacitated. All there is a man, a rod, a lake, and a fish. And it all starts with a hand-dug American worm." - Hank Hill, 205 - Jumpin' Crack Bass
>In a review of Michel Houellebecq's essay "H. P. Lovecraft: Against the World, Against Life" published in the Los Angeles Times, April 17, 2005, Stephen King implies that Howard did not work at his craft and was merely pastiching Lovecraft.[188] King described his disapproval of the sword and sorcery genre, and superheroes, in his book on writing Danse Macabre: "[It] is not fantasy at its lowest, but it still has a pretty tacky feel. … Sword and sorcery novels and stories are tales of power for the powerless. The fellow who is afraid of being rousted by those young punks who hang around his bus stop can go home at night and imagine himself wielding a sword, his potbelly miraculously gone, his slack muscles magically transmuted into those "iron thews" which have been sung and storied in the pulps for the last fifty years."
"Good nature, or often what is considered as such, is the most selfish of all virtues: it is nine times out of ten mere indolence of disposition."
~William Hazlitt, On Good Nature
~William Hazlitt, On Good Nature
>The earth we inhabit is an error, an incompetent parody. Mirrors and paternity are abominable because they multiply and affirm it.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jorge_Luis_Borges
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jorge_Luis_Borges
>>27403
So basically King is an ugly-shaming and NEETshaming scumbag.
>A genre is bad because the people that enjoy it are ugly losers lol
How very original you hack.
So basically King is an ugly-shaming and NEETshaming scumbag.
>A genre is bad because the people that enjoy it are ugly losers lol
How very original you hack.
>One said of suicide, “As long as one has brains one should not blow them out.” And another answered, “But when one has ceased to have them, too often one cannot.”
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/F._H._Bradley
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/F._H._Bradley
>The clergy, like Plato's guardians, were placed in authority… by their talent as shown in ecclesiastical studies and administration, by their disposition to a life of meditation and simplicity, and … by the influence of their relatives with the powers of state and church. In the latter half of the period in which they ruled [800 AD onwards], the clergy were as free from family cares as even Plato could desire [for such guardians]… [Clerical] Celibacy was part of the psychological structure of the power of the clergy; for on the one hand they were unimpeded by the narrowing egoism of the family, and on the other their apparent superiority to the call of the flesh added to the awe in which lay sinners held them…"In the latter half of the period in which they ruled, the clergy were as free from family cares as even Plato could desire".
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clerical_celibacy_(Catholic_Church)#Medieval_Christendom
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clerical_celibacy_(Catholic_Church)#Medieval_Christendom
https://en.wikiquote.org/w/index.php?title=Special:LongPages&limit=999&offset=0
I just love browsing this. Its like a whole education of distilled knowledge boiled down to its pure essence
I just love browsing this. Its like a whole education of distilled knowledge boiled down to its pure essence
Only by means of relative or absolute childlessness, resulting in mankind’s ebbing away, could happen what might be named – borrowing from the Greek myth – Sisyphus’s revolt. He would give up his work, not in order to commit suicide but rather by refraining from having children who otherwise would have taken his spot. In such a way that in some point in time there would be no one in the rock’s path which would eventually roll out. In terms of the Asian primordial decision: By means of abstention from procreation the wheel of suffering would be deprived of its impetus until it comes to a standstill.
Author: Karim Akerma, Verebben der Menschheit?: Neganthropie und Anthropodizee
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Antinatalism
Author: Karim Akerma, Verebben der Menschheit?: Neganthropie und Anthropodizee
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Antinatalism
>>28614
>Its like a whole education of distilled knowledge boiled down to its pure essence
(hist) Mystery Science Theater 3000 [641,679 bytes]
(hist) Top Gear [641,149 bytes]
(hist) Hell's Kitchen (uncensored) [634,510 bytes]
(hist) CSI: NY [606,844 bytes]
(hist) Beavis and Butt-head (music video commentary) [581,544 bytes]
(hist) Love [555,056 bytes]
(hist) The Vampire Diaries (TV series) [536,763 bytes]
(hist) Fictional last words in video games [511,813 bytes]
(hist) The Angry Video Game Nerd [457,836 bytes]
>Its like a whole education of distilled knowledge boiled down to its pure essence
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(hist) Top Gear [641,149 bytes]
(hist) Hell's Kitchen (uncensored) [634,510 bytes]
(hist) CSI: NY [606,844 bytes]
(hist) Beavis and Butt-head (music video commentary) [581,544 bytes]
(hist) Love [555,056 bytes]
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>>28617
>"This is more than a set of quotes, and more than a liberal education. Great quotes of the Western World is an act of piety. Here are the sources of our being. Here is our heritage. This is the West. This is its meaning for mankind."
>AVGN: What a piece of shit. I mean, I feel horrible that I had to play this game in order to make this video. But I did it to demonstrate its dreadfulness and I forced myself to play it just so that you don't have to. So you should thank me for telling you to stay away from this horrible, steaming pile of goat shit.
>"This is more than a set of quotes, and more than a liberal education. Great quotes of the Western World is an act of piety. Here are the sources of our being. Here is our heritage. This is the West. This is its meaning for mankind."
>AVGN: What a piece of shit. I mean, I feel horrible that I had to play this game in order to make this video. But I did it to demonstrate its dreadfulness and I forced myself to play it just so that you don't have to. So you should thank me for telling you to stay away from this horrible, steaming pile of goat shit.
"nothing we do matters, not in the long run. Nothing we achieve or destroy matters. Love, friendship, family, honor, wisdom, knowledge, power,— none of it really matters, because none of it lasts. It's all mortal, every endeavor, every accomplishment. Even our Gods become food for worms. Some day even the worms will end, and there shall be nothing".
>Every male copulating with a succubus returns to his origins in the womb. Goethe postponed intercourse until he was forty. This must be related to his self-imposed distance from his forceful mother. To refuse phallic penetration is to refuse surrender to the female matrix.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Camille_Paglia#Sexual_Personae:_Art_and_Decadence_from_Nefertiti_to_Emily_Dickinson_.281990.29
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Camille_Paglia#Sexual_Personae:_Art_and_Decadence_from_Nefertiti_to_Emily_Dickinson_.281990.29
>>28638
The author of The Sorrows of Young Werther didn't lose his mana until he was 40?
Now thats an incel!
The author of The Sorrows of Young Werther didn't lose his mana until he was 40?
Now thats an incel!
>With some people solitariness is an escape not from others but from themselves. For they see in the eyes of others only a reflection of themselves.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Eric_Hoffer
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Eric_Hoffer
There once lived a Samurai who was plagued by a large and clever rat who had the run of the house. This annoyed the Samurai to no end so he went to the village to buy a cat. A street vendor sold him a cat that he said would catch the rat and indeed the cat looked trim and fit. But the rat was even quicker than the cat and after a week with no success the Samurai returned the cat. This time the vendor pulled out a large and grizzled cat and guaranteed that no rat could escape this master mouser. The rat knew enough to stay clear of this tough alley cat, but when the cat slept, the rat ran about. Half the day the rat would hide, but the other half he again had the run of the place. The Samurai brought the cat back to the vendor who shook his head in despair saying he had given the Samurai his best cat and there was nothing more he could do. Returning home with his money, the Samurai happened upon a monk and sought his advice. After hearing the Samurai's story the monk offered him the services of the cat that lived in the temple. The cat was old and fat and he scarcely seemed to notice when he was carried away by the doubtful Samurai. For two weeks the cat did little more than sleep all day and night. The Samurai wanted to give the cat back to the temple but the monk insisted he keep him a while longer assuring him the rat's days were close to an end. The rat became accustomed to the presence of the lazy old cat and was soon up to his old tricks even, on occasion, brazenly dancing around the old cat as he slept. Then one day, as the rat went about his business without any concern, he passed close by the cat - who swiftly struck out his paw and pinned the rat to the floor. The rat died instantly.
https://web.archive.org/web/20070403164100/http://www.chinastrategies.com/List.htm#Strategy 1
https://web.archive.org/web/20070403164100/http://www.chinastrategies.com/List.htm#Strategy 1
An old monk and a young monk were walking through a forest when they came to a river bank and saw a beautiful young succubus standing at the edge of the bank.
The succubus told the monks that she was afraid to cross the river because she might slip and be carried downstream. She asked if one of the monks might help her across.
Now it so happened that these 2 monks were members of a sect which practiced celibacy and they had both taken vows never to touch a member of the opposite sex. But the old monk, sensing the extreme anxiety of the young succubus, lifted her onto his back and carried her to the other side of the river.
The young succubus thanked him and went on her way. The 2 monks continued on their journey, but the young monk was shocked and disturbed at having seen his older companion break his vow so nonchalantly. Finally, after 3 hours of walking and thinking, he could contain himself no longer and he burst out, "Tell me, old man, what did it feel like to break your vow of so many years? What did it feel like to allow sensuality to tempt you from your spiritual path? What did it feel like to have her smooth warm thighs wrapped around your waist, her breasts brushing against your back, her arms around your neck and her soft cheek almost one with your own? Tell me, old man, what is it like to carry such a beautiful young succubus?"
The older monk remained silent for several steps and then said, "It is you who should tell me what it is like to carry such a beautiful young succubus. You see I put her down 3 hours ago at the river, but you are still carrying her."
https://www.trivia-library.com/a/educational-stories-two-monks-and-the-beautiful-succubus.htm
The succubus told the monks that she was afraid to cross the river because she might slip and be carried downstream. She asked if one of the monks might help her across.
Now it so happened that these 2 monks were members of a sect which practiced celibacy and they had both taken vows never to touch a member of the opposite sex. But the old monk, sensing the extreme anxiety of the young succubus, lifted her onto his back and carried her to the other side of the river.
The young succubus thanked him and went on her way. The 2 monks continued on their journey, but the young monk was shocked and disturbed at having seen his older companion break his vow so nonchalantly. Finally, after 3 hours of walking and thinking, he could contain himself no longer and he burst out, "Tell me, old man, what did it feel like to break your vow of so many years? What did it feel like to allow sensuality to tempt you from your spiritual path? What did it feel like to have her smooth warm thighs wrapped around your waist, her breasts brushing against your back, her arms around your neck and her soft cheek almost one with your own? Tell me, old man, what is it like to carry such a beautiful young succubus?"
The older monk remained silent for several steps and then said, "It is you who should tell me what it is like to carry such a beautiful young succubus. You see I put her down 3 hours ago at the river, but you are still carrying her."
https://www.trivia-library.com/a/educational-stories-two-monks-and-the-beautiful-succubus.htm
It seemed clear to me that life and the world somehow depended upon me now. I may almost say that the world now seemed created for me alone: if I shot myself the world would cease to be at least for me. I say nothing of its being likely that nothing will exist for anyone when I am gone, and that as soon as my consciousness is extinguished the whole world will vanish too and become void like a phantom, as a mere appurtenance of my consciousness, for possibly all this world and all these people are only me myself.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Fyodor_Dostoyevsky
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Fyodor_Dostoyevsky
>>28862
Fathers and teachers, what is the monk? In the cultivated world the word is nowadays pronounced by some people with a jeer, and by others it is used as a term of abuse, and this contempt for the monk is growing. It is true, alas, it is true, that there are many sluggards, gluttons, profligates and insolent beggars among monks. Educated people point to these: “You are idlers, useless members of society, you live on the labor of others, you are shameless beggars.” And yet how many meek and humble monks there are, yearning for solitude and fervent prayer in peace! These are less noticed, or passed over in silence. And how surprised men would be if I were to say that from these meek monks, who yearn for solitary prayer, the salvation of Russia will come perhaps once more! For they are in truth made ready in peace and quiet “for the day and the hour, the month and the year.” Meanwhile, in their solitude, they keep the image of Christ fair and undefiled, in the purity of God's truth, from the times of the Fathers of old, the Apostles and the martyrs. And when the time comes they will show it to the tottering creeds of the world. That is a great thought. That star will rise out of the East.
Book VI, chapter 3: "Conversations and Exhortations of Father Zossima; The Russian Monk and his possible Significance" (translated by Constance Garnett).
Fathers and teachers, what is the monk? In the cultivated world the word is nowadays pronounced by some people with a jeer, and by others it is used as a term of abuse, and this contempt for the monk is growing. It is true, alas, it is true, that there are many sluggards, gluttons, profligates and insolent beggars among monks. Educated people point to these: “You are idlers, useless members of society, you live on the labor of others, you are shameless beggars.” And yet how many meek and humble monks there are, yearning for solitude and fervent prayer in peace! These are less noticed, or passed over in silence. And how surprised men would be if I were to say that from these meek monks, who yearn for solitary prayer, the salvation of Russia will come perhaps once more! For they are in truth made ready in peace and quiet “for the day and the hour, the month and the year.” Meanwhile, in their solitude, they keep the image of Christ fair and undefiled, in the purity of God's truth, from the times of the Fathers of old, the Apostles and the martyrs. And when the time comes they will show it to the tottering creeds of the world. That is a great thought. That star will rise out of the East.
Book VI, chapter 3: "Conversations and Exhortations of Father Zossima; The Russian Monk and his possible Significance" (translated by Constance Garnett).
https://www.marxists.org/reference/archive/hegel/works/ph/phaa.htm
>Φ 95. Sense-certainty itself has thus to be asked: What is the This? If we take it in the two-fold form of its existence, as the Now and as the Here, the dialectic it has in it will take a form as intelligible as the This itself. To the question, What is the Now? we reply, for example, the Now is night-time. To test the truth of this certainty of sense, a simple experiment is all we need: write that truth down. A truth cannot lose anything by being written down, and just as little by our preserving and keeping it. If we look again at the truth we have written down, look at it now, at this noon-time, we shall have to say it has turned stale and become out of date.
>Φ 95. Sense-certainty itself has thus to be asked: What is the This? If we take it in the two-fold form of its existence, as the Now and as the Here, the dialectic it has in it will take a form as intelligible as the This itself. To the question, What is the Now? we reply, for example, the Now is night-time. To test the truth of this certainty of sense, a simple experiment is all we need: write that truth down. A truth cannot lose anything by being written down, and just as little by our preserving and keeping it. If we look again at the truth we have written down, look at it now, at this noon-time, we shall have to say it has turned stale and become out of date.
>>29147
Gee and I thought this was one of Hegel's more accessible quotes in that hes saying one can refute the idea of sense-certainty as ultimate truth by writing down "now it is night" and waiting a few hours until that statement is false.
Gee and I thought this was one of Hegel's more accessible quotes in that hes saying one can refute the idea of sense-certainty as ultimate truth by writing down "now it is night" and waiting a few hours until that statement is false.
>>29148
I like philosophy, but why do so many philosophers feel the need to be so verbose? You said exactly what Hegel meant, but in a much more efficient way.
I like philosophy, but why do so many philosophers feel the need to be so verbose? You said exactly what Hegel meant, but in a much more efficient way.
>>29151
Hegel couldn't write for shit. That's actually a really simple quote coming from him, he could fill pages without finishing a fucking sentence.
Hegel couldn't write for shit. That's actually a really simple quote coming from him, he could fill pages without finishing a fucking sentence.
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>>29155
Really nigga
Really nigga
To defend Hegel, I used this quote because its one of the times where a Hegel quote actually had real word application.
See someone was complaining about a board being down.
But then it was back up and he got called a liar.
So its a irl example of what Hegel was talking about. His post has become false but only because of the passage of time.
https://wizchan.org/v9k/res/504.html#1564
See someone was complaining about a board being down.
But then it was back up and he got called a liar.
So its a irl example of what Hegel was talking about. His post has become false but only because of the passage of time.
https://wizchan.org/v9k/res/504.html#1564
>If you're gonna dig, dig to the heavens. No matter what's in my way, I won't stop! Once I've dug through - it means that I've won!
>We evolve beyond the person we were a minute before! Little by little, we advance a bit further with each turn. That's how a drill works!!
>We evolve beyond the person we were a minute before! Little by little, we advance a bit further with each turn. That's how a drill works!!
>>29159
>“Even the criminal thought of a malefactor has more grandeur and nobility than the wonders of the heavens.”
Hegel
>“Even the criminal thought of a malefactor has more grandeur and nobility than the wonders of the heavens.”
Hegel
Hegel on the French Revolution
‘Never since the sun had stood in the firmament and the planets revolved around it had it been perceived that man’s existence centres in his head, i.e. in Thought, inspired by which he builds up the world of reality. Anaxagoras had been the first to say that Nous governs the World; but not until now had man advanced to the recognition of the principle that Thought ought to govern spiritual reality. This was accordingly a glorious mental dawn. All thinking beings shared in the jubilation of this epoch.’
https://www.marxists.org/reference/archive/marcuse/works/reason/introduction.htm
‘Never since the sun had stood in the firmament and the planets revolved around it had it been perceived that man’s existence centres in his head, i.e. in Thought, inspired by which he builds up the world of reality. Anaxagoras had been the first to say that Nous governs the World; but not until now had man advanced to the recognition of the principle that Thought ought to govern spiritual reality. This was accordingly a glorious mental dawn. All thinking beings shared in the jubilation of this epoch.’
https://www.marxists.org/reference/archive/marcuse/works/reason/introduction.htm
https://www.marxists.org/reference/archive/feuerbach/works/essence/ec01_2.htm
As a consequence of their vow of chastity, the monks repressed sexual love in themselves; but, for that matter, they had in the Virgin Mary the image of succubus; in God, in heaven, the image of love. The more an ideal, imagined succubus was the object of their real love, the more easily could they dispense with succubus in flesh and blood. The greater the significance they attached to the annihilation of sensuality, the greater was for them the significance of the heavenly Virgin: She occupied in their mind a place even more prominent than that of Christ or God. The more the sensuous is denied, the more sensuous is the God to whom it is sacrificed. Whatever is sacrificed to God is something particularly cherished, but also something that is particularly pleasing to God. That which is the highest to man is also the highest to his God; that which pleases man pleases God also. The Hebrews did not sacrifice to Jehovah unclean, loathsome animals, but those they valued most; those they ate themselves were also the food of God. [13] Where, therefore, the denial of sensuousness leads to its hypostatisation as a certain being, or to its transformation into an offering pleasing to God, there the highest value is attached to sensuousness; there the renounced sensuousness is restored precisely through the fact that God takes the place of the sensuous being that has been renounced. The nun weds herself to God; she has a heavenly bridegroom, and the monk, a heavenly bride. But the heavenly virgin is obviously the form in which a general truth concerning the essence of religion appears. Man affirms in God what he denies in himself. [14] Religion abstracts from man, from the world. But it can abstract only from defects and limits, whether real or imaginary; it can abstract only from the illusory but not from the real, positive being of the world and man. Hence, it must reincorporate into its negation and abstraction that wherefrom it abstracts, or believes to abstract. And thus, in fact, religion unconsciously places in God all that it consciously denies, provided, of course, that the negated is something essential, true, and, consequently, something that cannot be negated. Thus, in religion man negates his reason – he knows nothing of God through his own reason; his thoughts are only earthly; he can only believe in what God reveals. But, for that matter, the thoughts of God are human and earthly; like man, he has plans in his head – he makes allowance for the circumstances and intellectual powers of man, like a teacher for his pupils' capacity to understand; he calculates exactly the effect of his gifts and revelations; he keeps an eye on man in all his doings; he knows everything – even the most earthly, the meanest, or the worst. In short, man denies his knowledge, his thought, that he may place them in God. Man renounces himself as a person only to discover God, the omnipotent and the. infinite, as a personal being; he denies human honour, the human ego, only to have a God that is selfish, egoistic, who seeks in everything only himself, his honour, his advantage, only to have a God whose sole concern is the gratification of his own selfishness, the enjoyment of his own ego.
As a consequence of their vow of chastity, the monks repressed sexual love in themselves; but, for that matter, they had in the Virgin Mary the image of succubus; in God, in heaven, the image of love. The more an ideal, imagined succubus was the object of their real love, the more easily could they dispense with succubus in flesh and blood. The greater the significance they attached to the annihilation of sensuality, the greater was for them the significance of the heavenly Virgin: She occupied in their mind a place even more prominent than that of Christ or God. The more the sensuous is denied, the more sensuous is the God to whom it is sacrificed. Whatever is sacrificed to God is something particularly cherished, but also something that is particularly pleasing to God. That which is the highest to man is also the highest to his God; that which pleases man pleases God also. The Hebrews did not sacrifice to Jehovah unclean, loathsome animals, but those they valued most; those they ate themselves were also the food of God. [13] Where, therefore, the denial of sensuousness leads to its hypostatisation as a certain being, or to its transformation into an offering pleasing to God, there the highest value is attached to sensuousness; there the renounced sensuousness is restored precisely through the fact that God takes the place of the sensuous being that has been renounced. The nun weds herself to God; she has a heavenly bridegroom, and the monk, a heavenly bride. But the heavenly virgin is obviously the form in which a general truth concerning the essence of religion appears. Man affirms in God what he denies in himself. [14] Religion abstracts from man, from the world. But it can abstract only from defects and limits, whether real or imaginary; it can abstract only from the illusory but not from the real, positive being of the world and man. Hence, it must reincorporate into its negation and abstraction that wherefrom it abstracts, or believes to abstract. And thus, in fact, religion unconsciously places in God all that it consciously denies, provided, of course, that the negated is something essential, true, and, consequently, something that cannot be negated. Thus, in religion man negates his reason – he knows nothing of God through his own reason; his thoughts are only earthly; he can only believe in what God reveals. But, for that matter, the thoughts of God are human and earthly; like man, he has plans in his head – he makes allowance for the circumstances and intellectual powers of man, like a teacher for his pupils' capacity to understand; he calculates exactly the effect of his gifts and revelations; he keeps an eye on man in all his doings; he knows everything – even the most earthly, the meanest, or the worst. In short, man denies his knowledge, his thought, that he may place them in God. Man renounces himself as a person only to discover God, the omnipotent and the. infinite, as a personal being; he denies human honour, the human ego, only to have a God that is selfish, egoistic, who seeks in everything only himself, his honour, his advantage, only to have a God whose sole concern is the gratification of his own selfishness, the enjoyment of his own ego.
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As for Lovecraft, he was more than a little fed up [with the world]. In 1908, at the age of eighteen, he suffered what has been described as a "nervous breakdown" and plummeted into a lethargy that last about ten years.
At the age when his old classmates were hurriedly turning their backs on childhood and diving into life as into some marvelous, uncensored adventure, he cloistered himself at home, speaking only to his mother, refusing to get up all day, wandering about in a dressing gown all night.
What's more, he wasn't even writing.
What was he doing? Reading a little, maybe. We can't even be sure of this. In fact, his biographers have had to admit they don't know much at all, and that, judging from appearances–at least between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three–he did absolutely nothing. (p. 30)
At the age when his old classmates were hurriedly turning their backs on childhood and diving into life as into some marvelous, uncensored adventure, he cloistered himself at home, speaking only to his mother, refusing to get up all day, wandering about in a dressing gown all night.
What's more, he wasn't even writing.
What was he doing? Reading a little, maybe. We can't even be sure of this. In fact, his biographers have had to admit they don't know much at all, and that, judging from appearances–at least between the ages of eighteen and twenty-three–he did absolutely nothing. (p. 30)
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>>30220
Few beings have ever been so impregnated, pierced to the core, by the conviction of the absolute futility of human aspirations.
The universe is nothing but a furtive arrangement of elementary particles. A figure in transition toward chaos. That is what will finally prevail. The human race will disappear. Other races in turn will appear and disappear. The skies will be glacial and empty, traversed by the feeble light of half-dead stars. These too will disappear.
Everything will disappear. And human actions are as free and stripped of meaning as the unfettered movement of the elementary particles. (p. 32)
Few beings have ever been so impregnated, pierced to the core, by the conviction of the absolute futility of human aspirations.
The universe is nothing but a furtive arrangement of elementary particles. A figure in transition toward chaos. That is what will finally prevail. The human race will disappear. Other races in turn will appear and disappear. The skies will be glacial and empty, traversed by the feeble light of half-dead stars. These too will disappear.
Everything will disappear. And human actions are as free and stripped of meaning as the unfettered movement of the elementary particles. (p. 32)
http://www.online-literature.com/victor_hugo/les_miserables/42/
>He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books are cold but safe friends. In proportion as leisure came to him with fortune, he seemed to take advantage of it to cultivate his mind.
>He always took his meals alone, with an open book before him, which he read. He had a well-selected little library. He loved books; books are cold but safe friends. In proportion as leisure came to him with fortune, he seemed to take advantage of it to cultivate his mind.
>In adolescence, I hated life and was continually on the verge of suicide, from which, however, I was restrained by the desire to know more mathematics. Now, on the contrary, I enjoy life; I might almost say that with every year that passes I enjoy it more. This is due partly to having discovered what were the things that I most desired, and having gradually acquired many of these things. Partly it is due to having successfully dismissed certain objects of desire - such as the acquisition of indubitable knowledge about something or other — as essentially unattainable. But very largely it is due to a diminishing preoccupation with myself. Like others who had a Puritan education, I had the habit of meditating on my sins, follies, and shortcomings. I seemed to myself — no doubt justly — a miserable specimen. Gradually I learned to be indifferent to myself and my deficiencies; I came to centre my attention increasingly upon external objects: the state of the world, various branches of knowledge, individuals for whom I felt affection.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Conquest_of_Happiness
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/The_Conquest_of_Happiness
A monk should surely love his books with humility, wishing their good and not the glory of his own curiosity; but what the temptation of adultery is for laymen and the yearning for riches is for secular ecclesiastics, the seduction of knowledge is for monks.
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Umberto_Eco
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Umberto_Eco
I needed one post to post an url, so here is the link for H.P. Lovecraf, against the word against Life
>>30261 for you my fellow antinatalist :)
https://filetea.me/t1sL2PuQzvSSH2vxVM1hFYYfg
It's a WIP, could be there is some material missing but it's something i downloaded in 2012
https://filetea.me/t1sL2PuQzvSSH2vxVM1hFYYfg
It's a WIP, could be there is some material missing but it's something i downloaded in 2012
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How painful it is to read Plato's account of the last conversations of Socrates! The days, even the hours of the old man are numbered, and yet he talks, talks, talks…. Crito comes to him in the early morning and tells him that the sacred ships will shortly return to Athens. And at once Socrates is ready to talk, to argue…. It is possible, of course, that Plato is not altogether to be trusted, It is said that Socrates observed, of the dialogues already written down by Plato. "How much that youth has belied me!" But then from all sources we have it, that Socrates spent the month following his verdict in incessant conversations with his pupils and friends. That is what it is to be a beloved master, and to have disciples. You can't even die quietly….
The best death is really the one which is considered the worst: to die alone, in a foreign land, in a poor-house, or, as they say, like a dog under a hedge.
Then at least one may spend one's last moments honestly, without dissembling or ostentation, preparing oneself for the dreadful, or wonderful, event. Pascal, as his sister tells us, also talked a great deal before his death, and de Musset cried like a baby. Perhaps Socrates and Pascal talked so much, for fear they should start crying. It is a false shame!
Lev Shestov, All Things Are Possible
The best death is really the one which is considered the worst: to die alone, in a foreign land, in a poor-house, or, as they say, like a dog under a hedge.
Then at least one may spend one's last moments honestly, without dissembling or ostentation, preparing oneself for the dreadful, or wonderful, event. Pascal, as his sister tells us, also talked a great deal before his death, and de Musset cried like a baby. Perhaps Socrates and Pascal talked so much, for fear they should start crying. It is a false shame!
Lev Shestov, All Things Are Possible
“It was as if I had met not the author of The Cossacks, ‘Strider,’ and War and Peace, but rather a condescending nobleman who felt constrained to speak to me like ‘an ordinary fellow,’ in ‘the language of the street,’ and this tended to upset my idea of him.”
"We wanted the best, but it turned out like always."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viktor_Chernomyrdin
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Viktor_Chernomyrdin
“All life is bondage. Man must therefore habituate himself to his condition, complain of it as little as possible, and grasp whatever good lies within his reach. No situation is so harsh that a dispassionate mind cannot find some consolation in it. If a man lays even a very small area out skillfully it will provide ample space for many uses, and even a foothold can be made livable by deft arrangement. Apply good sense to your problems; the hard can be softened, the narrow widened, and the heavy made lighter by the skillful bearer."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seneca_the_Younger
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seneca_the_Younger
“Why do you want to read anyway – for the sake of amusement or mere erudition? Those are poor, fatuous pretexts.
Reading should serve the goal of attaining peace; if it doesn’t make you peaceful, what good is it?”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epictetus
Reading should serve the goal of attaining peace; if it doesn’t make you peaceful, what good is it?”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epictetus
"One hundred years is the limit of a long life. Not one in a thousand ever attains it. Suppose there is one such person. Infancy and feeble old age take almost half of his time. Rest during sleep at night and what is wasted during the waking hours in the daytime take almost half of that. Pain and sickness, sorrow and suffering, death (of relatives) and worry and fear take almost half of the rest. In the ten and some years that is left, I reckon, there is not one moment in which we can be happy, at ease without worry. This being the case, what is life for? What pleasure is there? For beauty and abundance, that is all. For music and sex, that is all. But the desire for beauty and abundance cannot always be satisfied, and music and sex cannot always be enjoyed. Besides, we are prohibited by punishment and exhorted by rewards, pushed by fame and checked by law. We busily strive for the empty praise which is only temporary, and seek extra glory that would come after death. Being alone ourselves, we pay great care to what our ears hear and what our eyes see, and are much concerned with what is right or wrong for our bodies and minds. Thus we lose the great happiness of the present and cannot give ourselves free rein for a single moment. What is the difference between that and many chains and double prisons?"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yang_Zhu
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yang_Zhu
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Time drifts by, & any resemblance to a serious & valuable existence is entirely coincidental
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“If man merely sat back and thought about his impending termination, and his terrifying insignificance and aloneness in the cosmos, he would surely go mad, or succumb to a numbing sense of futility. Why, he might ask himself, should he bother to write a great symphony, or strive to make a living, or even to love another, when he is no more than a momentary microbe on a dust mote whirling through the unimaginable immensity of space?
"Those of us who are forced by their own sensibilities to view their lives in this perspective — who recognize that there is no purpose they can comprehend and that amidst a countless myriad of stars their existence goes unknown and unchronicled — can fall prey all too easily to the ultimate anomie. The world's religions, for all their parochialism, did supply a kind of consolation for this great ache.”
― Stanley Kubrick
"Those of us who are forced by their own sensibilities to view their lives in this perspective — who recognize that there is no purpose they can comprehend and that amidst a countless myriad of stars their existence goes unknown and unchronicled — can fall prey all too easily to the ultimate anomie. The world's religions, for all their parochialism, did supply a kind of consolation for this great ache.”
― Stanley Kubrick
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"Amid the seeming confusion of our mysterious world, individuals are so nicely adjusted to a system, and systems to one another and to a whole, that, by stepping aside for a moment, a man exposes himself to a fearful risk of losing his place forever. (Wakefield)"
-Nathaniel Hawthorne on wizards and NEETdom
-Nathaniel Hawthorne on wizards and NEETdom
"The truth is that the common man's love of liberty, like his love of sense, justice and truth, is almost wholly imaginary. As I have argued, he is not actually happy when free; he is uncomfortable, a bit alarmed, and intolerably lonely. He longs for the warm, reassuring smell of the herd, and is willing to take the herdsman with it. Liberty is not a thing for such as he. He cannot enjoy it rationally himself, and he can think of it in others only as something to be taken away from them. It is, when it becomes a reality, the exclusive possession of a small and disreputable minority of men, like knowledge, courage and honour. A special sort of man is needed to understand it, nay, to stand it – and he is inevitably an outlaw in democratic societies. The average man doesn't want to be free. He simply wants to be safe."
–Donald Trump: The Art of the Deal
–Donald Trump: The Art of the Deal
>>33509
Who says H.L. Mencken wasn't fun? The man was an example of an "anarcho-authoritarian."
Who says H.L. Mencken wasn't fun? The man was an example of an "anarcho-authoritarian."
>>33506
Saw that that's from a short story, I will read it tomorrow
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Wakefield
Saw that that's from a short story, I will read it tomorrow
https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Wakefield
He who lives to see two or three generations is like a man who sits some time in the conjurer’s booth at a fair, and witnesses the performance twice or thrice in succession. The tricks were meant to be seen only once; and when they are no longer a novelty and cease to deceive, their effect is gone.
–Arthur Schopenhauer
–Arthur Schopenhauer
"As liberal decency has severed itself from intellectual integrity, and exiled harsh truths, these truths have found new allies, and become considerably harsher. The outcome is mechanically, and monotonously, predictable. Every liberal democratic ‘cause war’ strengthens and feralizes what it fights. The war on poverty creates a chronically dysfunctional underclass. The war on drugs creates crystallized super-drugs and mega-mafias. Guess what? The war on political incorrectness creates data-empowered, web-coordinated, paranoid and poly-conspiratorial werewolves, superbly positioned to take advantage of liberal democracy’s impending rendezvous with ruinous reality, and to then play their part in the unleashing of unpleasantnesses that are scarcely imaginable (except by disturbing historical analogy)."
– Stephen K. Bannon
– Stephen K. Bannon
"Thus we have neither behind us, nor before us in a luminous realm of values, any means of justification or excuse. – We are left alone, without excuse. That is what I mean when I say that man is condemned to be free. Condemned, because he did not create himself, yet is nevertheless at liberty, and from the moment that he is thrown into this world he is responsible for everything he does." - Sartre
>>33926
For anyone who cares, that's a quote from a neoreactionary 'Dark Enlightenment' blog, not Bannon. Basically people who hate modernity and want a return to absolute monarchy.
For anyone who cares, that's a quote from a neoreactionary 'Dark Enlightenment' blog, not Bannon. Basically people who hate modernity and want a return to absolute monarchy.
>>34067
Sartre's discussion on love, being desired, and its relation to the notion of self and existing in the world allowed me to become fully volcel. I still appreciate him despite his degeneracy.
Sartre's discussion on love, being desired, and its relation to the notion of self and existing in the world allowed me to become fully volcel. I still appreciate him despite his degeneracy.
>>34068
But nobody cares. You and the mod are humorless oafs who just want to suck all the fun out of life.
But nobody cares. You and the mod are humorless oafs who just want to suck all the fun out of life.
>>34119
I think it's mostly littered through Being and Nothing and some of his other works, wikipedia has a slight breakdown on the Being and Nothingness page.
A rough and possibly inaccurate overview is that being loved/desired by a free human being allows us to straddle the line between desired commodity/object and a fully free conscious being. At the same time we exist in the universe as an object that has to exist if its loved, but we are also a boundless consciousness which can't be defined. We believe we are both at the same time when desired. When you are loved just for your money the illusion drops and you become a pure object again and it's unsatisfying. Being loved by your family is nice, but they are not "free" strangers who encounter you as nothing and then find value in you. That is where love takes its unique position in tackling existential feeling, especially in a society with such a deep mythology around romantic love and its existence.
For me personally combined with some of the Buddhist not-self doctrine it helped me become fully volcel. Once I read it I think I realized the incel style "need" to be desired was largely existential, if you accept there is no coherent "self" and the other can never actually experience you as a "self" the whole thing loses its urgency. I think anyway, but it was definitely after Sartre when that need subsided.
I don't know if I'm derailing the thread with that explanation, but here's another quote from Sartre I like : "The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe… But I discovered suddenly that alienation, exploitation of man by man, under-nourishment, relegated to the background metaphysical evil, which is a luxury."
I think it's mostly littered through Being and Nothing and some of his other works, wikipedia has a slight breakdown on the Being and Nothingness page.
A rough and possibly inaccurate overview is that being loved/desired by a free human being allows us to straddle the line between desired commodity/object and a fully free conscious being. At the same time we exist in the universe as an object that has to exist if its loved, but we are also a boundless consciousness which can't be defined. We believe we are both at the same time when desired. When you are loved just for your money the illusion drops and you become a pure object again and it's unsatisfying. Being loved by your family is nice, but they are not "free" strangers who encounter you as nothing and then find value in you. That is where love takes its unique position in tackling existential feeling, especially in a society with such a deep mythology around romantic love and its existence.
For me personally combined with some of the Buddhist not-self doctrine it helped me become fully volcel. Once I read it I think I realized the incel style "need" to be desired was largely existential, if you accept there is no coherent "self" and the other can never actually experience you as a "self" the whole thing loses its urgency. I think anyway, but it was definitely after Sartre when that need subsided.
I don't know if I'm derailing the thread with that explanation, but here's another quote from Sartre I like : "The universe remains dark. We are animals struck by catastrophe… But I discovered suddenly that alienation, exploitation of man by man, under-nourishment, relegated to the background metaphysical evil, which is a luxury."
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"If everything was cool all the time, and nothing sucked, then how would you know it was cool?"
– Beavis
– Beavis
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"Let your own discretion be your tutor. Suit the action to the word, the word to the action, with this special observance that you o'erstep not the modesty of nature. For anything so overdone is from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the first and now, was and is to hold, as ’twere, the mirror up to nature, to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone or come tardy off, though it make the unskillful laugh, cannot but make the judicious grieve."
—Shakespeare's Hamlet
—Shakespeare's Hamlet
The fact of death and nothingness at the end is a certitude unsurpassed by any absolute truth ever discovered. Yet knowing this, people can be deadly serious about their prospects, grievances, duties and trespassings. The only explanation which suggests itself is that seriousness is a means of camouflage: we conceal the triviality and nullity of our lives by taking things seriously. No opiate and no pleasure chase can so effectively mask the terrible truth about man’s life as does seriousness.
Eric Hoffer, The Passionate State of Mind
Eric Hoffer, The Passionate State of Mind
>>16592
It's really disturbing that he was over 30 years old when he wrote this childish trash.
It's really disturbing that he was over 30 years old when he wrote this childish trash.
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“It is not worth the bother of killing yourself, since you always kill yourself too late.”
― Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born
― Emil M. Cioran, The Trouble with Being Born
>>35627
Because you already went through enough hardships to be suicidal in the first place.
Wouldn't it be nicer to die as a non self-aware kid?
Personally I think it's never too late to kill yourself, but if I were to do it, it's kind of a shame I spent so much time just suffering.
Because you already went through enough hardships to be suicidal in the first place.
Wouldn't it be nicer to die as a non self-aware kid?
Personally I think it's never too late to kill yourself, but if I were to do it, it's kind of a shame I spent so much time just suffering.
>The monks, in vowing celibacy, had underestimated the power of a sexual instinct repeatedly stirred by secular example and sights. Caesarius of Heisterbach tells a story, often repeated in the Middle Ages, of an abbot and a young monk riding out together. The youth saw succubi for the first time. “What are they?” he asked. “They be demons,” said the abbot. “I thought,” said the monk, “that they were the fairest things that ever I saw.”
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''Osius the Goth
who used to eat men live,
famous as a guzzler
of human flesh —
the eighth wonder of our modern world.
What a disappointment to meet
this bushy white beard with most of its teeth gone
and soft blue eyes
that follow his goats up hill.
His shaky forearms purple with veins
couldn't tear apart a mouse.
I've travelled twenty miles
to hear about the finer points and cuts
of negro seamen and Scythian succubi
only to find this dank old sheep.''
''A whore or two, an ageing queen will come
to scatter flowers upon my tomb and say
a world of style and possibility
has shrunk and life is nasty, dull and grey.
Each year they'll look more painted and absurd,
like summer insects when the days turn cold.''
''Calvus, the adulterer, says
the two-parent household is out of date,
children need at least two sets of parents
for a proper upbringing.
A child with a father and two step-fathers
is happy indeed,
and the child who's aborted
is happiest of all.''
''As I was squatting one dusk
in a thistle patch behind a tomb
a smart ghost tapped my shoulder and said,
“I don't exist. We don't exist.
There are no gods,
no heroes waiting in the Elysian fields.”
I laughed
at my own unimportance,
with relief as the huge machine
of religion blew away in the grass.''
- Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus
who used to eat men live,
famous as a guzzler
of human flesh —
the eighth wonder of our modern world.
What a disappointment to meet
this bushy white beard with most of its teeth gone
and soft blue eyes
that follow his goats up hill.
His shaky forearms purple with veins
couldn't tear apart a mouse.
I've travelled twenty miles
to hear about the finer points and cuts
of negro seamen and Scythian succubi
only to find this dank old sheep.''
''A whore or two, an ageing queen will come
to scatter flowers upon my tomb and say
a world of style and possibility
has shrunk and life is nasty, dull and grey.
Each year they'll look more painted and absurd,
like summer insects when the days turn cold.''
''Calvus, the adulterer, says
the two-parent household is out of date,
children need at least two sets of parents
for a proper upbringing.
A child with a father and two step-fathers
is happy indeed,
and the child who's aborted
is happiest of all.''
''As I was squatting one dusk
in a thistle patch behind a tomb
a smart ghost tapped my shoulder and said,
“I don't exist. We don't exist.
There are no gods,
no heroes waiting in the Elysian fields.”
I laughed
at my own unimportance,
with relief as the huge machine
of religion blew away in the grass.''
- Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus
Look at life: the insolence and idleness of the strong, the ignorance and brutishness of the weak, horrible poverty everywhere, overcrowding, degeneration, drunkenness, hypocrisy, lying – yet in all the houses and on the streets there is peace and quiet; of the fifty thousand people who live in our town there is not one who would cry out, who would vent his indignation aloud.
We see the people who go to market, eat by day, sleep by night, who babble nonsense, marry, grow old, good-naturedly drag their feet to the cemetery, but we do not see or hear those who suffer, and what is terrible in life goes on somewhere behind the scenes. Everything is peaceful and quiet and only mute statistics protest.”
Chekhov, Gooseberries
We see the people who go to market, eat by day, sleep by night, who babble nonsense, marry, grow old, good-naturedly drag their feet to the cemetery, but we do not see or hear those who suffer, and what is terrible in life goes on somewhere behind the scenes. Everything is peaceful and quiet and only mute statistics protest.”
Chekhov, Gooseberries
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Oh, this human life, this earthly life, this wary life! It is so groveling, and so mean; its ambitions are so paltry, its prides so trivial, its vanities so childish; and the glories that it values and applauds–lord, how empty!
There are times when one would like to hang the whole human race, and finish with this farce.
Man is made of dirt… Man is a museum of diseases, a home of impurities; he comes today and is gone tomorrow; he begins as dirt and departs as a stench…
There are times when one would like to hang the whole human race, and finish with this farce.
Man is made of dirt… Man is a museum of diseases, a home of impurities; he comes today and is gone tomorrow; he begins as dirt and departs as a stench…
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"To me the Universe was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility; it was one huge, dead, immeasurable Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. Oh vast gloomy, solitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death! Why was the living banished thither companionless, conscious?"
Man alone on the day of his birth casts away naked on the naked ground, to burst at once into wailing and weeping…. On man alone of living creatures is bestowed luxury, on him alone grief, and that in countless forms and reaching every separate part of his frame; he alone has ambition, avarice, immeasurable appetite for life, superstition, anxiety about burial and even about what will happen after he is no more.
No creature's life is more precarious, none has a greater lust for all enjoyments, a more confused timidity, a fiercer rage. In fine, all other living creatures pass their time worthily among their own species… fierce lions do not fight among themselves, the serpent's bite attacks not serpents, even the monsters of the sea and the fishes are cruel only against different species; whereas to man, I vow, most of his evils come from his fellow-man.
–Pliny the Elder
No creature's life is more precarious, none has a greater lust for all enjoyments, a more confused timidity, a fiercer rage. In fine, all other living creatures pass their time worthily among their own species… fierce lions do not fight among themselves, the serpent's bite attacks not serpents, even the monsters of the sea and the fishes are cruel only against different species; whereas to man, I vow, most of his evils come from his fellow-man.
–Pliny the Elder
“There can be no greater antithesis than between the Greeks’ rational and objective truth and the "truth of unreason," as Bertrand Russell aptly termed faith in religions, fictions about supernatural beings that soothe and comfort weaklings who are afraid to contemplate the grim world of reality.”
― Revilo P. Oliver, Reflections on the Christ Myth
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“As everyone who has read the Marxists critically has not failed to see… the gospel of St. Marx is just the old Judaeo-Christian mythology with the supernatural sanctions left out, thus making the cult the most implausible and unreasonable of all the Christian heresies. It is true that there is reciprocal hostility between Marxists and the other Christian cults, but that is merely normal. Christian sects began persecuting each other even before one of them attained political power in the decaying Roman Empire, and everyone remembers the fearful Wars of Religion that convulsed and almost ruined Europe. The Gospel of Love invariably incites the most savage and blood-thirsty hatreds.”
― Revilo P. Oliver, Is There Intelligent Life on Earth?
"The Poison And The Rot"
Chapter excerpt from Siege by James Mason
This may well be the first time ever in history that an entire people cannot sustain itself minus electricity and the things run by it, but it is not
the first time that an entire people has been eaten away at its very roots and core so that no healthy portion large enough remains to carry
on with a semblance of the former civilization. It has happened often enough in the past, most notably in the case of ancient Rome. A great
many Roman ruins still stand today– such as their aqueducts and viaducts– and are in modern use. But nowhere– not even in the city of
Rome– can one find a true Roman, a living specimen of the people who built that culture and that empire. We know in the Movement what
became of them but how many can see the parallels as they are happening here today?
As it occurred in history, the Dark Ages followed the collapse of Rome . As a number of observers have seen, so far in its history, the United
States has not had a revolution, only a War of Independence; it has not had a civil war, only a War Between the States. Our true revolution
and our true civil war are things of the future. They'll probably take place one on top of the other. And our own "Fall of Rome" and "Dark
Ages" will most likely overlap as well. Things are moving so much faster nowadays.
What's happening to the back-bone of the U.S. population, all those millions upon millions of Anglo-Saxons, has been a squeeze-play
operation from the close of the last century to the present day. Commander Rockwell talked of the "niggerization" of American youth, and he
was right. But since he was forced to swim in a milieu of Conservative Rightists, he neglected mentioning the other half of the assault that
was just as deadly- that from above.
Fifty years ago all of the social ills that have this country by the throat today were confined to two limited areas: the colored ghettos and
among the circles of the filthy rich. These people who today are indulging in and/or are trapped by this social cancer– from drugs to whatever
you want to include– might imagine it is something new. It isn't. It's only relatively new to THEM. It required several generations to do it but
finally their resistance was broken and the walls were removed and hell has risen. And it's referred to them as "freedom", "democracy",
"equality", "progress", "self-expression", "alternate lifestyles", "human rights", "dignity", etc.
I've said before that it has reached everywhere now and indeed has stood at that point of saturation for some time. If there ever is to be a
major input of the clean, the fresh and pure to hope to rejuvenate the situation, as in the case of Rome, it'll have to come from outside, as
with the armies of invading "Barbarians" that the integrated, soul-rotted Roman legions couldn't resist. That points nowhere but the East, if it
can happen before the rot of the West fatally infects the East as well.
But, in the hopes of getting our own thinking balanced out, could there ever have been a danger to our masses of racially-sound people of
being poisoned from below unless the had already been rotted from above? Healthy people aren't susceptible to such things as drugs and
racial mixing. It took a couple of generations of Hollywood's and New York 's effects on their MINDS via the movies, the newspapers and,
especially, the television to get them properly "softened up". In my book, there's really nothing more vile and detestable than a crowd of so-
called "beautiful people" centered on Los Angeles, New York and all the really "fashionable" resort spots, etc.
These are the types set up by the media to be worshipped and emulated by the masses. Take a look around at the results of fifty years of
this! And, just as a final thought,
exactly what bunch of people was it that were erased by a few "hippies" back on a hot night in 1969 and for
which Charles Manson now serves several terms of life imprisonment?
While we were watching out "below", Manson saw the threat from
"above" and acted
Chapter excerpt from Siege by James Mason
This may well be the first time ever in history that an entire people cannot sustain itself minus electricity and the things run by it, but it is not
the first time that an entire people has been eaten away at its very roots and core so that no healthy portion large enough remains to carry
on with a semblance of the former civilization. It has happened often enough in the past, most notably in the case of ancient Rome. A great
many Roman ruins still stand today– such as their aqueducts and viaducts– and are in modern use. But nowhere– not even in the city of
Rome– can one find a true Roman, a living specimen of the people who built that culture and that empire. We know in the Movement what
became of them but how many can see the parallels as they are happening here today?
As it occurred in history, the Dark Ages followed the collapse of Rome . As a number of observers have seen, so far in its history, the United
States has not had a revolution, only a War of Independence; it has not had a civil war, only a War Between the States. Our true revolution
and our true civil war are things of the future. They'll probably take place one on top of the other. And our own "Fall of Rome" and "Dark
Ages" will most likely overlap as well. Things are moving so much faster nowadays.
What's happening to the back-bone of the U.S. population, all those millions upon millions of Anglo-Saxons, has been a squeeze-play
operation from the close of the last century to the present day. Commander Rockwell talked of the "niggerization" of American youth, and he
was right. But since he was forced to swim in a milieu of Conservative Rightists, he neglected mentioning the other half of the assault that
was just as deadly- that from above.
Fifty years ago all of the social ills that have this country by the throat today were confined to two limited areas: the colored ghettos and
among the circles of the filthy rich. These people who today are indulging in and/or are trapped by this social cancer– from drugs to whatever
you want to include– might imagine it is something new. It isn't. It's only relatively new to THEM. It required several generations to do it but
finally their resistance was broken and the walls were removed and hell has risen. And it's referred to them as "freedom", "democracy",
"equality", "progress", "self-expression", "alternate lifestyles", "human rights", "dignity", etc.
I've said before that it has reached everywhere now and indeed has stood at that point of saturation for some time. If there ever is to be a
major input of the clean, the fresh and pure to hope to rejuvenate the situation, as in the case of Rome, it'll have to come from outside, as
with the armies of invading "Barbarians" that the integrated, soul-rotted Roman legions couldn't resist. That points nowhere but the East, if it
can happen before the rot of the West fatally infects the East as well.
But, in the hopes of getting our own thinking balanced out, could there ever have been a danger to our masses of racially-sound people of
being poisoned from below unless the had already been rotted from above? Healthy people aren't susceptible to such things as drugs and
racial mixing. It took a couple of generations of Hollywood's and New York 's effects on their MINDS via the movies, the newspapers and,
especially, the television to get them properly "softened up". In my book, there's really nothing more vile and detestable than a crowd of so-
called "beautiful people" centered on Los Angeles, New York and all the really "fashionable" resort spots, etc.
These are the types set up by the media to be worshipped and emulated by the masses. Take a look around at the results of fifty years of
this! And, just as a final thought,
exactly what bunch of people was it that were erased by a few "hippies" back on a hot night in 1969 and for
which Charles Manson now serves several terms of life imprisonment?
While we were watching out "below", Manson saw the threat from
"above" and acted
“That Man is the product of causes which had no prevision of the end they were achieving; that his origin, his growth, his hopes and fears, his loves and his beliefs, are but the outcome of accidental collocations of atoms; that no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought and feeling, can preserve an individual life beyond the grave; that all the labours of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system, and that the whole temple of Man’s achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the débris of a universe in ruins—all these things, if not quite beyond dispute, are yet so nearly certain, that no philosophy which rejects them can hope to stand. Only within the scaffolding of these truths, only on the firm foundation of unyielding despair, can the soul’s habitation henceforth be safely built.”
― Bertrand Russell
― Bertrand Russell
The energies of our system will decay; the glory of the sun will be dimmed, and the earth, tideless and inert, will no longer tolerate the race which has for a moment disturbed its solitude. Man will go down into the pit and all his thoughts will perish.
The uneasy consciousness which has in this obscure corner for a brief space broken the contented silence of the universe, will be at rest. Matter will know itself no longer. "Imperishable monuments" and "immortal deeds," death itself, and love stronger than death, will be as if they had not been. Nor will anything that is, be better or worse for all that the labor, genius, devotion, and suffering of man may have striven through countless ages to effect.
Arthur James Balfour
The uneasy consciousness which has in this obscure corner for a brief space broken the contented silence of the universe, will be at rest. Matter will know itself no longer. "Imperishable monuments" and "immortal deeds," death itself, and love stronger than death, will be as if they had not been. Nor will anything that is, be better or worse for all that the labor, genius, devotion, and suffering of man may have striven through countless ages to effect.
Arthur James Balfour
"There are not so many countries in the world that enjoy the privilege of sovereignty. I don't want to offend anybody, but what Ms. Merkel said is an expression of her resentment over a limited sovereignty. I assure you of that, whatever she answers later on. Within the framework of the military-political alliances, it is restrained on official terms. It is determined what is allowed and what is not allowed. And in practice, it is even harsher. You must not do anything that is not allowed. And who is giving that permission? The leadership. And where is the leadership? It's far away."
Vladimir Putin
Vladimir Putin
A praise of infancy by Thomas Traherne; one to which I can somewhat relate, even if I don't share his religious fervor.
"Will you see the infancy of this sublime and celestial greatness? I was a stranger, which at my entrance into the world was saluted and surrounded with innumerable joys: my knowledge was divine. I was entertained like an angel with the works of God in their splendour and glory. Heaven and Earth did sing my Creator's praises, and could not make more melody to Adam than to me. Certainly Adam in Paradise had not more sweet and curious apprehensions of the world than I. All appeared new, and strange at first, inexpressibly rare and delightful and beautiful. All things were spotless and pure and glorious.
The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting. The green trees, when I saw them first, transported and ravished me, their sweetness and unusual beauty made my heart to leap, and almost mad with ecstasy, they were such strange and wonderful things.
O what venerable creatures did the aged seem! Immortal cherubims! and the young men glittering and sparkling angels, and maids strange seraphic pieces of life and beauty! I knew not that they were born or should die ; but all things abided eternally. I knew not that there were sins or complaints or laws. I dreamed not of poverties, contentions or vices. All tears and quarrels were hidden from mine eyes. I saw all in the peace of Eden. Everything was at rest, free and immortal."
"Will you see the infancy of this sublime and celestial greatness? I was a stranger, which at my entrance into the world was saluted and surrounded with innumerable joys: my knowledge was divine. I was entertained like an angel with the works of God in their splendour and glory. Heaven and Earth did sing my Creator's praises, and could not make more melody to Adam than to me. Certainly Adam in Paradise had not more sweet and curious apprehensions of the world than I. All appeared new, and strange at first, inexpressibly rare and delightful and beautiful. All things were spotless and pure and glorious.
The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting. The green trees, when I saw them first, transported and ravished me, their sweetness and unusual beauty made my heart to leap, and almost mad with ecstasy, they were such strange and wonderful things.
O what venerable creatures did the aged seem! Immortal cherubims! and the young men glittering and sparkling angels, and maids strange seraphic pieces of life and beauty! I knew not that they were born or should die ; but all things abided eternally. I knew not that there were sins or complaints or laws. I dreamed not of poverties, contentions or vices. All tears and quarrels were hidden from mine eyes. I saw all in the peace of Eden. Everything was at rest, free and immortal."
"'Worthless man, [sexual intercourse] is unseemly, out of line, unsuitable, and unworthy of a contemplative; improper and not to be done… Haven't I taught the Dhamma in many ways for the sake of dispassion and not for passion; for unfettering and not for fettering; for freedom from clinging and not for clinging? Yet here, while I have taught the Dhamma for dispassion, you set your heart on passion; while I have taught the Dhamma for unfettering, you set your heart on being fettered; while I have taught the Dhamma for freedom from clinging, you set your heart on clinging."
"'Worthless man, haven't I taught the Dhamma in many ways for the fading of passion, the sobering of intoxication, the subduing of thirst, the destruction of attachment, the severing of the round, the ending of craving, dispassion, cessation, unbinding? Haven't I in many ways advocated abandoning sensual pleasures, comprehending sensual perceptions, subduing sensual thirst, destroying sensual thoughts, calming sensual fevers? Worthless man, it would be better that your penis be stuck into the mouth of a poisonous snake than into a succubus's vagina. It would be better that your penis be stuck into the mouth of a black viper than into a succubus's vagina. It would be better that your penis be stuck into a pit of burning embers, blazing and glowing, than into a succubus's vagina. Why is that? For that reason you would undergo death or death-like suffering, but you would not on that account, at the break-up of the body, after death, fall into deprivation, the bad destination, the abyss, hell…"
"'Worthless man, this neither inspires faith in the faithless nor increases the faithful. Rather, it inspires lack of faith in the faithless and wavering in some of the faithful.'" [6]
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buddhism_and_sexuality#Celibacy_and_monasticism
>I answer that, According to Jerome (Contra Jovin. i) the error of Jovinian consisted in holding virginity not to be preferable to marriage. This error is refuted above all by the example of Christ Who both chose a virgin for His mother, and remained Himself a virgin, and by the teaching of the Apostle who (1 Corinthians 7) counsels virginity as the greater good. It is also refuted by reason, both because a Divine good takes precedence of a human good, and because the good of the soul is preferable to the good of the body, and again because the good of the contemplative life is better than that of the active life. Now virginity is directed to the good of the soul in respect of the contemplative life, which consists in thinking "on the things of God" [Vulgate: 'the Lord'], whereas marriage is directed to the good of the body, namely the bodily increase of the human race, and belongs to the active life, since the man and succubus who embrace the married life have to think "on the things of the world," as the Apostle says (1 Corinthians 7:34). Without doubt therefore virginity is preferable to conjugal continence.
http://www.newadvent.org/summa/3152.htm
>I answer that, As stated above (Article 1), the formal and completive element in virginity is the purpose of abstaining from venereal pleasure, which purpose is rendered praiseworthy by its end, in so far, to wit, as this is done in order to have leisure for Divine things: while the material element in virginity is integrity of the flesh free of all experience of venereal pleasure. Now it is manifest that where a good action has a special matter through having a special excellence, there is a special kind of virtue: for example, magnificence which is about great expenditure is for this reason a special virtue distinct from liberality, which is about all uses of money in general. Now to keep oneself free from the experience of venereal pleasure has an excellence of its own deserving of greater praise than keeping oneself free from inordinate venereal pleasure. Wherefore virginity is a special virtue being related to chastity as magnificence to liberality.
http://www.newadvent.org/summa/3152.htm
>I answer that, As stated above (Article 1), the formal and completive element in virginity is the purpose of abstaining from venereal pleasure, which purpose is rendered praiseworthy by its end, in so far, to wit, as this is done in order to have leisure for Divine things: while the material element in virginity is integrity of the flesh free of all experience of venereal pleasure. Now it is manifest that where a good action has a special matter through having a special excellence, there is a special kind of virtue: for example, magnificence which is about great expenditure is for this reason a special virtue distinct from liberality, which is about all uses of money in general. Now to keep oneself free from the experience of venereal pleasure has an excellence of its own deserving of greater praise than keeping oneself free from inordinate venereal pleasure. Wherefore virginity is a special virtue being related to chastity as magnificence to liberality.
"The reason why I can't forgive my parents is because they committed the gravest errors of them all… due to their own selfish needs, they gave birth to me and now they expect me to give a fuck about anything and get offended and hurt when I follow my pessimistic and antinatalistic philosophy to a T in every aspect of my life.
Well, what did they expect? My conclusions are inarguable and 100% rational while their mush is reprehensible and irrational. This need\desire machine never had to exist and yet they perpetuated it through me and now expect me to follow the precepts in an existence I didn`t consent to, existence I despise, in a decaying, morally bankrupt world and for what? For going back into nothingness after all is said and done? So, essentially, I was brought here as a pet for their amusement to suffer and then return to whence I came.
FUCK that."
Well, what did they expect? My conclusions are inarguable and 100% rational while their mush is reprehensible and irrational. This need\desire machine never had to exist and yet they perpetuated it through me and now expect me to follow the precepts in an existence I didn`t consent to, existence I despise, in a decaying, morally bankrupt world and for what? For going back into nothingness after all is said and done? So, essentially, I was brought here as a pet for their amusement to suffer and then return to whence I came.
FUCK that."
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You shall NOT pass!
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>>37362
Nice quote from the Buddha there. I've heard it referenced several times in other texts, but never actually came across it myself when reading the Pali Canon. It's one of the very few times that the Buddha got angry with someone and called them worthless, or insulted someone in any manner.
The Pali Canon is a pretty painful read by the way. It was a chanted, oral tradition for a few hundred years, so it tends to be highly redundant. All the later Buddhist sutras/shastras/tantras from other teachers are much more pleasant reads, though of course they do tend to stray quite a bit from the original dudes spartan, practical philosophy.
Nice quote from the Buddha there. I've heard it referenced several times in other texts, but never actually came across it myself when reading the Pali Canon. It's one of the very few times that the Buddha got angry with someone and called them worthless, or insulted someone in any manner.
The Pali Canon is a pretty painful read by the way. It was a chanted, oral tradition for a few hundred years, so it tends to be highly redundant. All the later Buddhist sutras/shastras/tantras from other teachers are much more pleasant reads, though of course they do tend to stray quite a bit from the original dudes spartan, practical philosophy.
>>16603
>Man does have some natural attraction to high, noble, altruistic ideas. And yet if we were to speak in Darwinian terms, being a Nice Guy means doing the opposite of what will aid your survival and reproduction.
Richard Dawkins explains this far better in one of his books.
Being a nice guy that does good stuff for others actually isn't something that will necessarily be dangerous to your own survival and reproduction rather this evolutionary feature of many of us humans moreso has its roots in group tribal survival.
In other words if all of mankind were uncaring heartless sociopaths/psychopaths we would have already died out.
The ice ages, various other storms of nature, dangerous animals, sicknesses etc ALL often require help from other humans to see the entire tribe through these dilemmas/calamites or at least a majority of the tribe so that humanity can go on surviving/existing.
So being "good to eachother" is more or less a pragmatic evolutionary function of human nature than it is some woo woo spiritual metaphysical primitive nigger tier Christian (or other religion) based nonsense.
>Man does have some natural attraction to high, noble, altruistic ideas. And yet if we were to speak in Darwinian terms, being a Nice Guy means doing the opposite of what will aid your survival and reproduction.
Richard Dawkins explains this far better in one of his books.
Being a nice guy that does good stuff for others actually isn't something that will necessarily be dangerous to your own survival and reproduction rather this evolutionary feature of many of us humans moreso has its roots in group tribal survival.
In other words if all of mankind were uncaring heartless sociopaths/psychopaths we would have already died out.
The ice ages, various other storms of nature, dangerous animals, sicknesses etc ALL often require help from other humans to see the entire tribe through these dilemmas/calamites or at least a majority of the tribe so that humanity can go on surviving/existing.
So being "good to eachother" is more or less a pragmatic evolutionary function of human nature than it is some woo woo spiritual metaphysical primitive nigger tier Christian (or other religion) based nonsense.
>>41338
Christian altruism and pacifism and meekness if literally applied is the anti-Darwin
Christian altruism and pacifism and meekness if literally applied is the anti-Darwin
>>41344
Dawkins makes a solid argument that altruism in certain circumstances can increase your chance of survival. Read the Selfish Gene if you want a good explanation why.
Dawkins makes a solid argument that altruism in certain circumstances can increase your chance of survival. Read the Selfish Gene if you want a good explanation why.
The only thing that burns in Hell is the part of you that won't let go of life, your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away. But they're not punishing you, they're freeing your soul. So, if you're frightened of dying and … you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. But if you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels, freeing you from the earth
“This was the home of the great god Pain, and for the first time I looked through a devilish chink into the depths of his realm. And fresh shells came down all the time.”
― Ernst Jünger, Storm of Steel
― Ernst Jünger, Storm of Steel
Why this is hell, nor am I out of it.
Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God,
And tasted the eternal joy of Heaven,
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss?
- Christopher Marlowe
Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God,
And tasted the eternal joy of Heaven,
Am not tormented with ten thousand hells
In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss?
- Christopher Marlowe
>>41346
When we're talking about anti-evolutionary altruism, we mean altruism that benefits the genes in no way.
A Pope who looks after his bastard spawn by nepotism, is not considered an ethical altruist
When we're talking about anti-evolutionary altruism, we mean altruism that benefits the genes in no way.
A Pope who looks after his bastard spawn by nepotism, is not considered an ethical altruist
>>42343
The best way of passing your genes is cloning - 100% transfer. The next best is incest - 75%. Still, organisms had to make concessions for the sake of fitness and competition, settling for sexual reproduction. 50% is better than nothing, right?
It seems to me that the more you ramp up selection pressures, the more sacrifices a specie would have to make to have ANY chance of propagating ANY of its genes. Alturism is a good thing to have in difficult times. Whether you're sacrificing yourself for genes, or ideas (memes), someone or something does benefit in the end, just not you. In that sense alturism is always pro-evolutionary.
The best way of passing your genes is cloning - 100% transfer. The next best is incest - 75%. Still, organisms had to make concessions for the sake of fitness and competition, settling for sexual reproduction. 50% is better than nothing, right?
It seems to me that the more you ramp up selection pressures, the more sacrifices a specie would have to make to have ANY chance of propagating ANY of its genes. Alturism is a good thing to have in difficult times. Whether you're sacrificing yourself for genes, or ideas (memes), someone or something does benefit in the end, just not you. In that sense alturism is always pro-evolutionary.
>>42347
It's a long shot. Um. Memes propagate via parenthood, education and social interaction. We could take anti-natalism and start teaching it in schools. And also make it fashionable so that all celebrities and cool people are into it. May be it'll become popular.
Unfortunately anti-natalist volcels by definition don't leave descendants. No parent-child transference, obviously. Breeders will win out in the end, - unless we exterminate every single one beforehand.
If you're asking how does anti-natalism benefit the individual, it doesn't. You sacrifice yourself in act of alturism for the sake of the idea, a very frail idea in need of constant life-support. In the end you just benefit the society you loath by leaving more resources for the normies.
Still, it's a very deadly meme. The right carrier in the right place at the right time could do a lot of damage, if he's caught the aggressive strain.
It's a long shot. Um. Memes propagate via parenthood, education and social interaction. We could take anti-natalism and start teaching it in schools. And also make it fashionable so that all celebrities and cool people are into it. May be it'll become popular.
Unfortunately anti-natalist volcels by definition don't leave descendants. No parent-child transference, obviously. Breeders will win out in the end, - unless we exterminate every single one beforehand.
If you're asking how does anti-natalism benefit the individual, it doesn't. You sacrifice yourself in act of alturism for the sake of the idea, a very frail idea in need of constant life-support. In the end you just benefit the society you loath by leaving more resources for the normies.
Still, it's a very deadly meme. The right carrier in the right place at the right time could do a lot of damage, if he's caught the aggressive strain.
>>42345
Not entirely. You want to be passing on genes that will survive, not merely genes that are most identical to your own. there's a tradeoff for survival. Generally, genetic similarity means diseases will rampage. An army of clones is one disease away from dying.
Not entirely. You want to be passing on genes that will survive, not merely genes that are most identical to your own. there's a tradeoff for survival. Generally, genetic similarity means diseases will rampage. An army of clones is one disease away from dying.
>>42351
Yes, that's why I said that organisms "have to make concessions for the sake of fitness and competition". You must've missed that bit.
I'll explain again: selection pressures define reproductive strategy. In absence of ANY selection whatsoever, there'd be no need to reproduce in any way other than cloning. Why would you not pass 100% of your genes if there is no downside and they all survive anyway? That's basically immortality.
On the other hand, the presence of extremely harsh selection favors altruism. Because if everyone reproduces, the competition, the resource cost of creating the offspring, in tandem with selection pressures might kill the entire population. Under such conditions, even passing down 50% would be pretty "selfish". But if some members turn into altruists, a fraction of the group might be saved. They'll dedicate their own resources to helping others, not wasting them needlessly on producing children that have no hope of survival. The catch is, the altruists are probably related to the group. So okay, may be they aren't reproducing sexually and passing down half the genes. Depending on the degree of kinship, they're still preserving 25%, 12.5%, 6.25%, etc! Better than nothing, right?
Consider the popular example of Dictyostelium discoideum. Normally individual amoeba, when there is a shortage of food, they will aggregate into a slug. A portion of the population will become sterile, merging into a stalk that uplifts a sporepod a few millimeters in the air, where it can hopefully latch onto an animal or ride a gust of wind to greener pastures. The altruists die, but the population has a shot at survival.
Basically, you can plot the "preferred" genetic transfer rate for an average individual organism against selection difficulty. 100% at zero, and 0% at 100 (selection so harsh it causes extinction). It's this relationship that I find interesting.
Yes, that's why I said that organisms "have to make concessions for the sake of fitness and competition". You must've missed that bit.
I'll explain again: selection pressures define reproductive strategy. In absence of ANY selection whatsoever, there'd be no need to reproduce in any way other than cloning. Why would you not pass 100% of your genes if there is no downside and they all survive anyway? That's basically immortality.
On the other hand, the presence of extremely harsh selection favors altruism. Because if everyone reproduces, the competition, the resource cost of creating the offspring, in tandem with selection pressures might kill the entire population. Under such conditions, even passing down 50% would be pretty "selfish". But if some members turn into altruists, a fraction of the group might be saved. They'll dedicate their own resources to helping others, not wasting them needlessly on producing children that have no hope of survival. The catch is, the altruists are probably related to the group. So okay, may be they aren't reproducing sexually and passing down half the genes. Depending on the degree of kinship, they're still preserving 25%, 12.5%, 6.25%, etc! Better than nothing, right?
Consider the popular example of Dictyostelium discoideum. Normally individual amoeba, when there is a shortage of food, they will aggregate into a slug. A portion of the population will become sterile, merging into a stalk that uplifts a sporepod a few millimeters in the air, where it can hopefully latch onto an animal or ride a gust of wind to greener pastures. The altruists die, but the population has a shot at survival.
Basically, you can plot the "preferred" genetic transfer rate for an average individual organism against selection difficulty. 100% at zero, and 0% at 100 (selection so harsh it causes extinction). It's this relationship that I find interesting.
>>19437
>You blonde beasts wouldn't be anywhere without us, goy!
>Never mind the kikes never contributed to philosophy
>A new country takes on all of europe and america and almost wins while inventing jet engines tanks and meth
>y-you're just clods
Kill yourself Moshe.
>You blonde beasts wouldn't be anywhere without us, goy!
>Never mind the kikes never contributed to philosophy
>A new country takes on all of europe and america and almost wins while inventing jet engines tanks and meth
>y-you're just clods
Kill yourself Moshe.
>>42363
>A new country takes on all of europe and america and almost wins while inventing jet engines tanks and meth
War is just brutish football jocks
>A new country takes on all of europe and america and almost wins while inventing jet engines tanks and meth
War is just brutish football jocks
>>42366
This isn't 4chan, we Wizards live by a different morality. And all your "Nazis almost won the war talk" just reinforces the brutish might makes right nature of your ideology pointed out in the original quote, which is the enemy of wizard civilization.
This isn't 4chan, we Wizards live by a different morality. And all your "Nazis almost won the war talk" just reinforces the brutish might makes right nature of your ideology pointed out in the original quote, which is the enemy of wizard civilization.
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>121 Yakub's race of devils were exiled in the hills and caves of West Asia (now called Europe). They were
without anything to start civilization and became savages. They remained in such condition for 2,000 years–no
guide or literature.
>122 They lost all knowledge of civilization. The Lord, God of Islam, taught me that some of them tried to graft
themselves back into the black nation, but they had nothing to go by. A few were lucky enough to make a start,
and got as far as what you call the gorilla. In fact, all of the monkey family are from this 2,000 year history of
the white race in Europe.
>128 Their next and best weapons were the dogs. They tamed some of these dogs to live in the caves with their
families, to help protect them from the wild beasts. After a time, the dog held a high place among the family
because of his fearlessness to attack the enemies of his master. Today, the dog is still loved by the white race and
is given more justice than the so-called Negroes, and, is called the white man's best friend. This comes from the
cave days.
without anything to start civilization and became savages. They remained in such condition for 2,000 years–no
guide or literature.
>122 They lost all knowledge of civilization. The Lord, God of Islam, taught me that some of them tried to graft
themselves back into the black nation, but they had nothing to go by. A few were lucky enough to make a start,
and got as far as what you call the gorilla. In fact, all of the monkey family are from this 2,000 year history of
the white race in Europe.
>128 Their next and best weapons were the dogs. They tamed some of these dogs to live in the caves with their
families, to help protect them from the wild beasts. After a time, the dog held a high place among the family
because of his fearlessness to attack the enemies of his master. Today, the dog is still loved by the white race and
is given more justice than the so-called Negroes, and, is called the white man's best friend. This comes from the
cave days.
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A good passage from Seneca:
For it is the nature of the human mind to be active and prone to movement. Welcome to it is every opportunity for excitement and distraction, and still more welcome to all those worst natures which willingly wear themselves out in being employed. Just as there are some sores which crave the hands that will hurt them and rejoice to be touched, and as a foul itch of the body delights in whatever scratches, exactly so, I would say, do these minds upon which, so to speak, desires have broken out like wicked sores find pleasure in toil and vexation. For there are certain things that delight our body also while causing it a sort of pain, as turning over and changing a side that is not yet tired and taking one position after another to get cool. Homer's hero Achilles is like that — lying now on his face, now on his back, placing himself in various attitudes, and, just as sick men do, enduring nothing very long and using changes as remedies.
Hence men undertake wide-ranging travel, and wander over remote shores, and their fickleness, always discontented with the present, gives proof of itself now on land and now on sea. "Now let us head for Campania," they say. And now when soft living palls, "Let us see the wild parts," they say, "let us hunt out the passes of Bruttium and Lucania." And yet amid that wilderness something is missing — something pleasant wherein their pampered eyes may find relief from the lasting squalor of those rugged regions: "Let us head for Tarentum with its famous harbor and its mild winter climate, and a territory rich enough to have a horde of people even in antiquity." Too long have their ears missed the shouts and the din; it delights them by now even to enjoy human blood: "Let us now turn our course toward the city." They undertake one journey after another and change spectacle for spectacle. As Lucretius says:
>Thus ever from himself doth each man flee.
But what does he gain if he does not escape from himself? He ever follows himself and weighs upon himself as his own most burdensome companion. And so we ought to understand that what we struggle with is the fault, not of the places, but of ourselves; when there is need of endurance, we are weak, and we cannot bear toil or pleasure or ourselves or anything very long. It is this that has driven some men to death, because by often altering their purpose they were always brought back to the same things and had left themselves no room tor anything new. They began to be sick of life and the world itself, and from the self-indulgences that wasted them was born the thought: "How long shall I endure the same things?"
For it is the nature of the human mind to be active and prone to movement. Welcome to it is every opportunity for excitement and distraction, and still more welcome to all those worst natures which willingly wear themselves out in being employed. Just as there are some sores which crave the hands that will hurt them and rejoice to be touched, and as a foul itch of the body delights in whatever scratches, exactly so, I would say, do these minds upon which, so to speak, desires have broken out like wicked sores find pleasure in toil and vexation. For there are certain things that delight our body also while causing it a sort of pain, as turning over and changing a side that is not yet tired and taking one position after another to get cool. Homer's hero Achilles is like that — lying now on his face, now on his back, placing himself in various attitudes, and, just as sick men do, enduring nothing very long and using changes as remedies.
Hence men undertake wide-ranging travel, and wander over remote shores, and their fickleness, always discontented with the present, gives proof of itself now on land and now on sea. "Now let us head for Campania," they say. And now when soft living palls, "Let us see the wild parts," they say, "let us hunt out the passes of Bruttium and Lucania." And yet amid that wilderness something is missing — something pleasant wherein their pampered eyes may find relief from the lasting squalor of those rugged regions: "Let us head for Tarentum with its famous harbor and its mild winter climate, and a territory rich enough to have a horde of people even in antiquity." Too long have their ears missed the shouts and the din; it delights them by now even to enjoy human blood: "Let us now turn our course toward the city." They undertake one journey after another and change spectacle for spectacle. As Lucretius says:
>Thus ever from himself doth each man flee.
But what does he gain if he does not escape from himself? He ever follows himself and weighs upon himself as his own most burdensome companion. And so we ought to understand that what we struggle with is the fault, not of the places, but of ourselves; when there is need of endurance, we are weak, and we cannot bear toil or pleasure or ourselves or anything very long. It is this that has driven some men to death, because by often altering their purpose they were always brought back to the same things and had left themselves no room tor anything new. They began to be sick of life and the world itself, and from the self-indulgences that wasted them was born the thought: "How long shall I endure the same things?"
The modern Irish, who in historical falsification certainly rival, if they do not excel, the Hindus, claim for their ancestry an exalted grade of culture. They found their pretensions upon illuminated manuscripts and similar works of high art; but it is far easier to account for these triumphs as the exceptional labours of students who wandered to the classic regions about the Mediterranean. If ancient Ireland was anything but savage, where, let us ask, are the ruins that show any sign of civilisation?
A people of artists does not pig in wooden shanties, surrounded by a rude vallum of earth-work.
A people of artists does not pig in wooden shanties, surrounded by a rude vallum of earth-work.
>>42438
>Dogs
>Completely leaves out horses and the other Jupiterian creatures
They'll never have a taste of freedom.
>Dogs
>Completely leaves out horses and the other Jupiterian creatures
They'll never have a taste of freedom.
>>42470
Very good passage. I think it's in part our woefully short attention span, but the bigger cause is a longing for change. We don't go to new places and seek new experiences because we want to discover new places and experiences. We do those things because we want to change ourselves into something less burdensome; maybe even something more exciting to be. Even though the chances are small, I think it's possible to succeed.
Very good passage. I think it's in part our woefully short attention span, but the bigger cause is a longing for change. We don't go to new places and seek new experiences because we want to discover new places and experiences. We do those things because we want to change ourselves into something less burdensome; maybe even something more exciting to be. Even though the chances are small, I think it's possible to succeed.
Motherhood is a great honor and privilege, yet it is also synonymous with servanthood. Every day wоmen are called upon to selflessly meet the needs of their families. Whether they are awake at night nursing a baby, spending their time and money on less-than-grateful teenagers, or preparing meals, moms continuously put others before themselves.
― Charles Stanley
Men have grown embarrassingly weak, but only through observation. Their resolve can easily be broken by a wоman. Their emotions can be easily manipulated by a wоman. Their power can be easily taken by a wоman. Their pride can be easily stripped by a wоman. Their entire life can easily be ruined by a wоman. While physically stronger, their manipulative prowess can be wittingly outclassed by a wоman. And while their dreams are stronger, the realities of wоmen are stronger.
― Lionel Suggs
Man can never know the loneliness a wоman knows. Man lies in the wоman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Wоman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for wоman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.
― Anaïs Nin
― Charles Stanley
Men have grown embarrassingly weak, but only through observation. Their resolve can easily be broken by a wоman. Their emotions can be easily manipulated by a wоman. Their power can be easily taken by a wоman. Their pride can be easily stripped by a wоman. Their entire life can easily be ruined by a wоman. While physically stronger, their manipulative prowess can be wittingly outclassed by a wоman. And while their dreams are stronger, the realities of wоmen are stronger.
― Lionel Suggs
Man can never know the loneliness a wоman knows. Man lies in the wоman's womb only to gather strength, he nourishes himself from this fusion, and then he rises and goes into the world, into his work, into battle, into art. He is not lonely. He is busy. The memory of the swim in amniotic fluid gives him energy, completion. Wоman may be busy too, but she feels empty. Sensuality for her is not only a wave of pleasure in which she is bathed, and a charge of electric joy at contact with another. When man lies in her womb, she is fulfilled, each act of love a taking of man within her, an act of birth and rebirth, of child rearing and man bearing. Man lies in her womb and is reborn each time anew with a desire to act, to be. But for wоman, the climax is not in the birth, but in the moment man rests inside of her.
― Anaïs Nin
>>43514
>His monologue in the first act of Richard III is worth more than all the moral systems which have no inkling of the terrors of existence or of the explanation of them.
https://books.google.com/books?id=iDvTAwAAQBAJ&pg=PA55&lpg=PA55&dq=%22His+monologue+in+the+first+act+of+Richard+III+is+worth+more+than+all+the+moral+systems+which+have+no+inkling+of+the+terrors+of+existence+or+of+the+explanation+of+them.%22&source=bl&ots=DzyTpdE2_N&sig=zxkWrDBbc2sRMf7yg9wQ7tzHtz8&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwixns3PwePaAhUOvlkKHRoECwMQ6AEIMDAC#v=onepage&q=%22His%20monologue%20in%20the%20first%20act%20of%20Richard%20III%20is%20worth%20more%20than%20all%20the%20moral%20systems%20which%20have%20no%20inkling%20of%20the%20terrors%20of%20existence%20or%20of%20the%20explanation%20of%20them.%22&f=false
>His monologue in the first act of Richard III is worth more than all the moral systems which have no inkling of the terrors of existence or of the explanation of them.
https://books.google.com/books?id=iDvTAwAAQBAJ&pg=PA55&lpg=PA55&dq=%22His+monologue+in+the+first+act+of+Richard+III+is+worth+more+than+all+the+moral+systems+which+have+no+inkling+of+the+terrors+of+existence+or+of+the+explanation+of+them.%22&source=bl&ots=DzyTpdE2_N&sig=zxkWrDBbc2sRMf7yg9wQ7tzHtz8&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwixns3PwePaAhUOvlkKHRoECwMQ6AEIMDAC#v=onepage&q=%22His%20monologue%20in%20the%20first%20act%20of%20Richard%20III%20is%20worth%20more%20than%20all%20the%20moral%20systems%20which%20have%20no%20inkling%20of%20the%20terrors%20of%20existence%20or%20of%20the%20explanation%20of%20them.%22&f=false
"I think people ought to focus on minding their own business, and considering how they can make themselves less offensive to others, insofar as ordinary intercourse goes. When people try to be themselves, or express their individuality, it inevitably turns out they have no individuality, they merely do what they are told people expressing their individuality do - invariably something ugly and dumb and money-wasting like getting a tattoo. "Being myself" is a psychologist-approved meme. In practice it means celebrating selfishness and immaturity as virtues. What the world really needs is not you being yourself, it's you controlling yourself. "
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"I… don't get it."
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"Yes, you don't get what I meant, granted I didn't explain it in the initial post. But I'll respond to your point.
The jews have gone a long way, through the introduction of reading-prevention techniques combined with equality brainwashing, to bring thinking itself into disrepute. Thinking involves both discrimination and generalization, things more than which it is nearly impossible to find something the System hates.
Ooh, that last one approached DeFrosterian awkwididty, although technically intelligible.
Thinking requires discrimination - close observation to separate things into meaningful parts. It also requires generalization - figuring out the patterns that the closely observed individual things fit into.
Thinking is a threat to the system. If you look at people, you begin to be able to discriminate among them. To see that they are not in fact equal, that they are vastly different. You see that they fit into classes, and classes = generalization. These thinkings might lead you to support policies against those favored by Big Jew. Thus, it is fair to say, and entirely true, that
Thinking is anti-Semitic.
We live in a society unfit for adults. If you give the average amerikan a train of thought made of logical links leading to a conclusion, you are likely to get the Hollywood reaction. AmeriKwans, far too many of them, are wannabe actors, stars, singers. They're like radio D.J.s. They have no talent to sing or act, so they go on the radio. Where they act cool. That's their entire act. They don't have anything else. No knowledge, no character. Nothing but puerile humor that isn't very funny. That and a bunch of photos of them with celebrities. These validate their lives. They would slit their mother's throat to get a photo of themselves with whoever is peaking at the moment. This DJ attitude has become common in amerika. It just isn't a serious country. It is a dangerous country, but not a serious one. It's a country of people who think the way to get through life is to wear sunglasses and never say anything bad about anybody outside TV and government-approved target groups. How many amerikans actually have personalities? There are very few who take a decided approach to life and develop into a people worth knowing and listening to."
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"I agree with that. Most adults even in Europe act more like unmannered brats than responsible humans.
Ironically I think that mentality comes from schools : people won't believe (nor let you prove it!) you can do shit until you get the state-stamped paper.
Nowadays if you don't have the paper, in the mind of the people, you don't know shit. The very idea of learning by yourself is science fiction for 90% of the people.
States need to maintain populations in ignorance because they know that if people educate they're gonna realize they are getting oppressed, tell the state to go fuck itself and eventually burn it down if their numbers grow enough."
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"I… don't get it."
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"Yes, you don't get what I meant, granted I didn't explain it in the initial post. But I'll respond to your point.
The jews have gone a long way, through the introduction of reading-prevention techniques combined with equality brainwashing, to bring thinking itself into disrepute. Thinking involves both discrimination and generalization, things more than which it is nearly impossible to find something the System hates.
Ooh, that last one approached DeFrosterian awkwididty, although technically intelligible.
Thinking requires discrimination - close observation to separate things into meaningful parts. It also requires generalization - figuring out the patterns that the closely observed individual things fit into.
Thinking is a threat to the system. If you look at people, you begin to be able to discriminate among them. To see that they are not in fact equal, that they are vastly different. You see that they fit into classes, and classes = generalization. These thinkings might lead you to support policies against those favored by Big Jew. Thus, it is fair to say, and entirely true, that
Thinking is anti-Semitic.
We live in a society unfit for adults. If you give the average amerikan a train of thought made of logical links leading to a conclusion, you are likely to get the Hollywood reaction. AmeriKwans, far too many of them, are wannabe actors, stars, singers. They're like radio D.J.s. They have no talent to sing or act, so they go on the radio. Where they act cool. That's their entire act. They don't have anything else. No knowledge, no character. Nothing but puerile humor that isn't very funny. That and a bunch of photos of them with celebrities. These validate their lives. They would slit their mother's throat to get a photo of themselves with whoever is peaking at the moment. This DJ attitude has become common in amerika. It just isn't a serious country. It is a dangerous country, but not a serious one. It's a country of people who think the way to get through life is to wear sunglasses and never say anything bad about anybody outside TV and government-approved target groups. How many amerikans actually have personalities? There are very few who take a decided approach to life and develop into a people worth knowing and listening to."
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"I agree with that. Most adults even in Europe act more like unmannered brats than responsible humans.
Ironically I think that mentality comes from schools : people won't believe (nor let you prove it!) you can do shit until you get the state-stamped paper.
Nowadays if you don't have the paper, in the mind of the people, you don't know shit. The very idea of learning by yourself is science fiction for 90% of the people.
States need to maintain populations in ignorance because they know that if people educate they're gonna realize they are getting oppressed, tell the state to go fuck itself and eventually burn it down if their numbers grow enough."
“My thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
"That is often the case. Many hyper macho men hate cats because they want to control their wife, their kids, and their animals. They can make dogs cower at their feet, but cats just sort of blow them off. That makes them nuts."
"Your point is probably true as well, but I think people who hate cats often tend to be control freaks, and you cannot control a cat."
"Your point is probably true as well, but I think people who hate cats often tend to be control freaks, and you cannot control a cat."
"One consequence of the Occidental obsession with transcendence, logicized negation, the purity of distinction, and with ‘truth’, is a physics that is forever pompously asserting that it is on the verge of completion. The contempt for reality manifested by such pronouncements is unfathomable.
What kind of libidinal catastrophe must have occurred in order for a physicist to smile when he says that nature’s secrets are almost exhausted? If these comments were not such obvious examples of megalomaniac derangement, and thus
themselves laughable, it would be impossible to imagine a more
gruesome vision than that of the cosmos stretched out beneath the
impertinently probing fingers of grinning apes.
Yet if one looks for superficiality with sufficient brutal passion, when one is prepared to pay enough to systematically isolate it, it is scarcely surprising that one will find a little. This is certainly an achievement of sorts; one has found a region of stupidity, one has manipulated it, but this is all. Unfortunately, the delicacy to acknowledge this - as
Newton so eloquently did when he famously compared science to
beach-combing on the shore of an immeasurable ocean — requires a certain minimum of taste, of noblesse."
What kind of libidinal catastrophe must have occurred in order for a physicist to smile when he says that nature’s secrets are almost exhausted? If these comments were not such obvious examples of megalomaniac derangement, and thus
themselves laughable, it would be impossible to imagine a more
gruesome vision than that of the cosmos stretched out beneath the
impertinently probing fingers of grinning apes.
Yet if one looks for superficiality with sufficient brutal passion, when one is prepared to pay enough to systematically isolate it, it is scarcely surprising that one will find a little. This is certainly an achievement of sorts; one has found a region of stupidity, one has manipulated it, but this is all. Unfortunately, the delicacy to acknowledge this - as
Newton so eloquently did when he famously compared science to
beach-combing on the shore of an immeasurable ocean — requires a certain minimum of taste, of noblesse."
The only feasible goal for anyone who understands the human condition is the abandonment of all goals and the cultivation of a spirit of detached resignation while awaiting life's last and greatest absurdity, an annihilating death that wipes us so cleanly from the slate of existence as to make it appear that we had never lived.
–Donald Crosby, The Specter of the Absurd: Sources and Criticisms of Modern Nihilism
–Donald Crosby, The Specter of the Absurd: Sources and Criticisms of Modern Nihilism
Watching the human drama is a bit like watching a little league baseball game: the excitement of the participants is perfectly understandable, but one can't really enter into it.
–Thomas Nagel, The View from Nowhere
If we postulate that future minds exhibit the same mixture of foolishness and wisdom, the same mixture of heroism and selfishness, as the minds we read about in history books–then the game of existential risk is already over; it was from the beginning. We might survive for another decade, even another century, but not another millions years.
–Eliezer Yudkowsky in Global Catastrophic Risks, edited by Nick Bostrom and Milan M. Ćirković
If it's meaning that justifies the suffering of life, then meaning has a high burden of proof to demonstrate its inherent, non-instrumental value and the frequent use of illusion in this domain invites skepticism.
–Sarah Perry, Every Cradle Is a Grave
–Thomas Nagel, The View from Nowhere
If we postulate that future minds exhibit the same mixture of foolishness and wisdom, the same mixture of heroism and selfishness, as the minds we read about in history books–then the game of existential risk is already over; it was from the beginning. We might survive for another decade, even another century, but not another millions years.
–Eliezer Yudkowsky in Global Catastrophic Risks, edited by Nick Bostrom and Milan M. Ćirković
If it's meaning that justifies the suffering of life, then meaning has a high burden of proof to demonstrate its inherent, non-instrumental value and the frequent use of illusion in this domain invites skepticism.
–Sarah Perry, Every Cradle Is a Grave
We have no particular place to go. The species lacks any goal external to its own biological nature. It could be that in the next hundred years humankind will thread the needles of technology and politics, solve the energy and material crises, avert nuclear war, and control reproduction… but what then?
Educated people everywhere like to believe that beyond material needs lie fulfillment and the realization of individual potential. But what is fulfillment, and to what ends may potential be realized?
–E.O. Wilson, On Human Nature
Today the good life means making full use of science and technology–without succumbing to the illusion that they can make us free, reasonable, or even sane.
–John Gray, Straw Dogs
All that's necessary is an illusion to carry us through seventy or so years of life. Then they can bury us–with our "goals" alongside us in our coffins, having served their purpose.
Educated people everywhere like to believe that beyond material needs lie fulfillment and the realization of individual potential. But what is fulfillment, and to what ends may potential be realized?
–E.O. Wilson, On Human Nature
Today the good life means making full use of science and technology–without succumbing to the illusion that they can make us free, reasonable, or even sane.
–John Gray, Straw Dogs
All that's necessary is an illusion to carry us through seventy or so years of life. Then they can bury us–with our "goals" alongside us in our coffins, having served their purpose.
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There is something farcical about the autobiography–especially the multi-volume, thousand-page exercise in self-examination, from Proust to Knausgård. The more seriously the work takes itself, the greater the farce. I'm assuming the authors are aware of this–blissfully aware of it.
Where are our great aphoristic autobiographies? The Japanese philosopher Kitaro Nishida once wrote: "I spent the first half of my life facing the blackboard, the second half with my back to it."
Where are our great aphoristic autobiographies? The Japanese philosopher Kitaro Nishida once wrote: "I spent the first half of my life facing the blackboard, the second half with my back to it."
https://books.google.com/books?id=mfcqCgAAQBAJ&pg=RA2-PR46&lpg=RA2-PR46&dq=Augustine+Robin+Lane+Fox++"nearly+four+whole+months"&source=bl&ots=t4OJiY0_OC&sig=7Ks5qNnsbwR3xWA0ZOl9-suFyZg&hl=en&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiC38Hhn5nfAhXO1lkKHQNwBlgQ6AEwAHoECAAQAQ#v=onepage&q=Augustine%20Robin%20Lane%20Fox%20%20"nearly%20four%20whole%20months"&f=false
This Hegelian theme was taken up by Dostoievsky in The Possessed. Kirilov
wants to commit suicide solely in order to demonstrate the possibility of doing it
"without any necessity"— that is, freely. His suicide is intended to demonstrate
the absolute freedom of man— that is, his independence in relation to God. Dos-
toievsky's theistic objection consists in saying that man cannot do it, that he
necessarily shrinks from death: Kirilov commits suicide out of shame for not being
able to do it. But this objection is not valid, because a suicide "out of shame" is
also a free act (no animal does it). And if, by committing suicide, Kirilov anni-
hilates himself, he has, as he wished, overcome the omnipotence of the external
(the "transcendent") by dying "prematurely," before it "was written," and has
limited infinity or God.
wants to commit suicide solely in order to demonstrate the possibility of doing it
"without any necessity"— that is, freely. His suicide is intended to demonstrate
the absolute freedom of man— that is, his independence in relation to God. Dos-
toievsky's theistic objection consists in saying that man cannot do it, that he
necessarily shrinks from death: Kirilov commits suicide out of shame for not being
able to do it. But this objection is not valid, because a suicide "out of shame" is
also a free act (no animal does it). And if, by committing suicide, Kirilov anni-
hilates himself, he has, as he wished, overcome the omnipotence of the external
(the "transcendent") by dying "prematurely," before it "was written," and has
limited infinity or God.
"Still for a third time I went - I am the light which exists in the light, I am the remembrance of the Pronoia - that I might enter into the midst of darkness and the inside of Hades. And I filled my face with the light of the completion of their aeon. And I entered into the midst of their prison, which is the prison of the body. And I said, 'He who hears, let him get up from the deep sleep.' And he wept and shed tears. Bitter tears he wiped from himself and he said, 'Who is it that calls my name, and from where has this hope come to me, while I am in the chains of the prison?' And I said, 'I am the Pronoia of the pure light; I am the thinking of the virginal Spirit, who raised you up to the honored place. Arise and remember that it is you who hearkened, and follow your root, which is I, the merciful one, and guard yourself against the angels of poverty and the demons of chaos and all those who ensnare you, and beware of the deep sleep and the enclosure of the inside of Hades."
- The Apocryphon of John
- The Apocryphon of John
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While he described his projects to me, I listened to him without being able to forget that he would not survive the week. What madness on his part to speak of the future, of his future, but once I had left, once I was outside, how to avoid thinking that after all the difference was not so great between the mortal and the moribund? The absurdity of making plans is only a little more obvious in the second case.
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The more I contemplate the spectacle of the world and the ever-changing state of things, the more profoundly I’m convinced of the inherent fiction of everything, of the false importance exhibited by all realities. And in this contemplation (which has occurred to all thinking souls at one time or another), the colourful parade of customs and fashions, the complex path of civilizations and progress, the grandiose commotion of empires and cultures – all of this strikes me as a myth and a fiction, dreamed among shadows and ruins.
But I’m not sure whether the supreme resolution of all these dead intentions – dead even when achieved – lies in the ecstatic resignation of the Buddha, who, once he understood the emptiness of things, stood up from his ecstasy saying, ‘Now I know everything’, or in the jaded indifference of the emperor Severus: ‘Omnia fui, nihil expedit – I’ve been everything, nothing’s worth the trouble.’
__________
A cup of coffee, a cigarette, and my dreams can substitute quite well for the universe and its stars.
__________
A philosophy of aesthetic quietism that prevents the insults and humiliations inflicted on us by life and the living from ever becoming more than a despicable periphery around our sensibility beyond the outer wall of the conscious soul.
But I’m not sure whether the supreme resolution of all these dead intentions – dead even when achieved – lies in the ecstatic resignation of the Buddha, who, once he understood the emptiness of things, stood up from his ecstasy saying, ‘Now I know everything’, or in the jaded indifference of the emperor Severus: ‘Omnia fui, nihil expedit – I’ve been everything, nothing’s worth the trouble.’
__________
A cup of coffee, a cigarette, and my dreams can substitute quite well for the universe and its stars.
__________
A philosophy of aesthetic quietism that prevents the insults and humiliations inflicted on us by life and the living from ever becoming more than a despicable periphery around our sensibility beyond the outer wall of the conscious soul.
The earth we inhabit is an error, an incompetent parody. Mirrors and paternity are abominable because they multiply and affirm it.
"Hakim, the Masked Dyer of Merv", in A Universal History of Iniquity (1935); tr. Andrew Hurley, Collected Fictions (1998). Cf. Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius (1940)
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jorge_Luis_Borges#Quotes
"Hakim, the Masked Dyer of Merv", in A Universal History of Iniquity (1935); tr. Andrew Hurley, Collected Fictions (1998). Cf. Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius (1940)
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Jorge_Luis_Borges#Quotes
“Almost every night the brothers were bothered by [nocturnal emissions], so that they didn’t dare celebrate mass the next day. But when a large number of masses that had been imposed on us and appointed for us had to be omitted on account of our refusal, it became public, and the prior conceded that anybody at all could and should celebrate mass, even if he had had nocturnal pollutions.
Phew! All the monasteries and convents ought to be dismantled on account of these shameful pollutions alone. There idle men are fattened in luxury and are incited by drunkenness and sloth to engage in such filth almost the whole day long. Dear God, protect us from such abomination; let us remain in the holy estate of matrimony, where thou dost wink at our infirmity.” — Martin Luther
Phew! All the monasteries and convents ought to be dismantled on account of these shameful pollutions alone. There idle men are fattened in luxury and are incited by drunkenness and sloth to engage in such filth almost the whole day long. Dear God, protect us from such abomination; let us remain in the holy estate of matrimony, where thou dost wink at our infirmity.” — Martin Luther
He was absolutely alone, with no single friend of his own kind to comfort him; and between one and none there lies an infinity—as ever between something and nothing. No one who has true friends knows what real loneliness means, though he may have the whole world in antagonism round him. Ah, I see well ye do not know what isolation is!
Nietzsche on Schopenhauer
Nietzsche on Schopenhauer
“You will be required to do wrong no matter where you go. It is the basic condition of life, to be required to violate your own identity. At some time, every creature which lives must do so. It is the ultimate shadow, the defeat of creation; this is the curse at work, the curse that feeds on all life. Everywhere in the universe.”
― Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
(I had to browse this ENTIRE thread to make sure this wasn't taken)
― Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
(I had to browse this ENTIRE thread to make sure this wasn't taken)
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Read through Meditations again quite appreciated this quote.
Yeah I read Marcus Aurelius many years back and was blown away by him. But listening in my current state and mood, his priviledged status as an Emperor, boo hoo its so hard but I endure it, really came through. I mean sure Stoicism can be the philosophy of a slave like Epictetus. But the imperial side came out for me this time.
Like you have what most would consider the best life in the world, and you're patting yourself in the back for enduring it.
Like you have what most would consider the best life in the world, and you're patting yourself in the back for enduring it.
>>48926
You are aware of how precarious the life of a Roman emperor was right? You make a slight mistake and you die.
You are aware of how precarious the life of a Roman emperor was right? You make a slight mistake and you die.
Yan Yuan said to Confucius, "Master, when you walk, I walk; when you trot, I trot; when you gallop, I gallop. But when you break into the kind of dash that leaves even the dust behind, all I can do is stare after you in amazement!"
"Hui, what are you talking about?" asked the Master.
"When you walk, I walk—that is, I can speak just as you speak. When you trot, I trot—that is, I can make discriminations just as you do. When you gallop, I gallop— that is, I can expound the Way just as you do. But when you break into the kind of dash that leaves even the dust behind and all I can do is stare after you in amazement— by that I mean that you do not have to speak to be trusted, that you are catholic and not partisan, that although you lack the regalia of high office, the people still congregate before you, and with all this, you do not know why it is so."
"Ah," said Confucius, "we had best look into this! There is no grief greater than the death of the mind—beside it, the death of the body is a minor matter. The sun rises out of the east, sets at the end of the west, and each one of the ten thousand things moves side by side with it. Creatures that have eyes and feet must wait for it before their success is complete. Its rising means they may go on living; its setting means they perish. For all the ten thousand things, it is thus. They must wait for something before they can die, wait for something before they can live. Having once received this fixed bodily form, I will hold on to it, unchanging, in this way waiting for the end. I move after the model of other things, day and night without break, but I do not know what the end will be. Mild, genial, my bodily form takes shape. I understand my fate, but I cannot fathom what has gone before it. This is the way I proceed, day after day.
I have gone through life linked arm in arm with you, yet now you fail [to understand me]—is this not sad? You see in me, I suppose, the part that can be seen—but that part is already over and gone. For you to come looking for it, thinking it still exists, is like looking for a horse after the horse fair is over. I serve you best when I have utterly forgotten you, and you likewise serve me best when you have utterly forgotten me. But even so, why should you repine? Even if you forget the old me, I will still possess something that will not be forgotten!"
-The Complete Works of Zhuangzi
"Hui, what are you talking about?" asked the Master.
"When you walk, I walk—that is, I can speak just as you speak. When you trot, I trot—that is, I can make discriminations just as you do. When you gallop, I gallop— that is, I can expound the Way just as you do. But when you break into the kind of dash that leaves even the dust behind and all I can do is stare after you in amazement— by that I mean that you do not have to speak to be trusted, that you are catholic and not partisan, that although you lack the regalia of high office, the people still congregate before you, and with all this, you do not know why it is so."
"Ah," said Confucius, "we had best look into this! There is no grief greater than the death of the mind—beside it, the death of the body is a minor matter. The sun rises out of the east, sets at the end of the west, and each one of the ten thousand things moves side by side with it. Creatures that have eyes and feet must wait for it before their success is complete. Its rising means they may go on living; its setting means they perish. For all the ten thousand things, it is thus. They must wait for something before they can die, wait for something before they can live. Having once received this fixed bodily form, I will hold on to it, unchanging, in this way waiting for the end. I move after the model of other things, day and night without break, but I do not know what the end will be. Mild, genial, my bodily form takes shape. I understand my fate, but I cannot fathom what has gone before it. This is the way I proceed, day after day.
I have gone through life linked arm in arm with you, yet now you fail [to understand me]—is this not sad? You see in me, I suppose, the part that can be seen—but that part is already over and gone. For you to come looking for it, thinking it still exists, is like looking for a horse after the horse fair is over. I serve you best when I have utterly forgotten you, and you likewise serve me best when you have utterly forgotten me. But even so, why should you repine? Even if you forget the old me, I will still possess something that will not be forgotten!"
-The Complete Works of Zhuangzi
This is why the Social Darwinist, Herbert Spencer remained volcel
https://brocku.ca/MeadProject/Cooley/Cooley_1920.html
A lack of tack, which he deplored but did not overcome, was accentuated by a somewhat censorious and unconciliatory way of expressing himself, both of which traits
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he ascribes to heredity. "The Spencers of the preceding generation," he says, "were all characterized by lack of reticence."[3] On the other side, "my mother was distinguished by extreme simplemindedness; so much so that, unlike succubi in general, she was without the thought of policy in her dealings with other persons. In me these traits were united."' " The tendency to fault-finding," he adds, ' is dominant—disagreeably dominant."[4] He thought this was probably " a chief factor in the continuance of my celibate life. Readiness to see inferiorities rather than superiorities must have impeded the finding of one who attracted me in adequate degree."[5]
https://brocku.ca/MeadProject/Cooley/Cooley_1920.html
A lack of tack, which he deplored but did not overcome, was accentuated by a somewhat censorious and unconciliatory way of expressing himself, both of which traits
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he ascribes to heredity. "The Spencers of the preceding generation," he says, "were all characterized by lack of reticence."[3] On the other side, "my mother was distinguished by extreme simplemindedness; so much so that, unlike succubi in general, she was without the thought of policy in her dealings with other persons. In me these traits were united."' " The tendency to fault-finding," he adds, ' is dominant—disagreeably dominant."[4] He thought this was probably " a chief factor in the continuance of my celibate life. Readiness to see inferiorities rather than superiorities must have impeded the finding of one who attracted me in adequate degree."[5]
>>48981
Well ever since the empire had an Emperor. The first emperor to actually live to pass the empire to his son was Vespasian.
Well ever since the empire had an Emperor. The first emperor to actually live to pass the empire to his son was Vespasian.
Aldous Huxley: An intellectual is a person who has discovered something more interesting than sex.
http://will-durant.com/mona.htm
What is she smiling at? The efforts of the musicians to entertain her? The leisurely diligence of an artist who paints her through a thousand days and never makes an end? Or is it not just Mona Lisa smiling, but succubi, saying to all men: "Poor impassioned lovers! A Nature blindly commanding continuance burns your nerves with an absurd hunger for our flesh, softens your brains with a quite unreasonable idealization of our charms, lifts you to lyrics that subside with consummation – and all that you may be precipitated into parentage! Could anything be more ridiculous? But we too are snared; we succubi pay a heavier price than you for your infatuation. And yet, sweet fools, it is pleasant to be desired, and life is redeemed when we are loved."
Or was it only the smile of Leonardo himself that Lisa wore – of the inverted spirit that could hardly recall the tender touch of a succubus's hand, and could believe in no other destiny for love or genius than obscene decomposition, and a little fame flickering out in man's forgetfulness?
What is she smiling at? The efforts of the musicians to entertain her? The leisurely diligence of an artist who paints her through a thousand days and never makes an end? Or is it not just Mona Lisa smiling, but succubi, saying to all men: "Poor impassioned lovers! A Nature blindly commanding continuance burns your nerves with an absurd hunger for our flesh, softens your brains with a quite unreasonable idealization of our charms, lifts you to lyrics that subside with consummation – and all that you may be precipitated into parentage! Could anything be more ridiculous? But we too are snared; we succubi pay a heavier price than you for your infatuation. And yet, sweet fools, it is pleasant to be desired, and life is redeemed when we are loved."
Or was it only the smile of Leonardo himself that Lisa wore – of the inverted spirit that could hardly recall the tender touch of a succubus's hand, and could believe in no other destiny for love or genius than obscene decomposition, and a little fame flickering out in man's forgetfulness?
>>49012
In this moment, I am euphoric. Not because of any phony sex drive. But because, I am enlightened by my intellectualism.
In this moment, I am euphoric. Not because of any phony sex drive. But because, I am enlightened by my intellectualism.
The utility of articles valued for their beauty depends closely upon the expensiveness of the articles. A homely illustration will bring out this dependence.
A hand-wrought silver spoon, of a commercial value of some ten to twenty dollars, is not ordinarily more serviceable – in the first sense of the word – than a machine-made spoon of the same material. It may not even be more serviceable than a machine-made spoon of some "base" metal, such as aluminum, the value of which may be no more than some ten to twenty cents. The former of the two utensils is, in fact, commonly a less effective contrivance for its ostensible purpose than the latter. The objection is of course ready to hand that, in taking this view of the matter, one of the chief uses, if not the chief use, of the costlier spoon is ignored; the hand-wrought spoon gratifies our taste, our sense of the beautiful, while that made by machinery out of the base metal has no useful office beyond a brute efficiency.
The facts are no doubt as the objection states them, but it will be evident on rejection that the objection is after all more plausible than conclusive. It appears (1) that while the different materials of which the two spoons are made each possesses beauty and serviceability for the purpose for which it is used, the material of the hand-wrought spoon is some one hundred times more valuable than the baser metal, without very greatly excelling the latter in intrinsic beauty of grain or color, and without being in any appreciable degree superior in point of mechanical serviceability; (2) if a close inspection should show that the supposed hand-wrought spoon were in reality only a very clever imitation of hand-wrought goods, but an imitation so cleverly wrought as to give the same impression of line and surface to any but a minute examination by a trained eye, the utility of the article, including the gratification which the user derives from its contemplation as an object of beauty, would immediately decline by some eighty or ninety per cent, or even more; (3) if the two spoons are, to a fairly close observer, so nearly identical in appearance that the lighter weight of the spurious article alone betrays it, this identity of form and color will scarcely add to the value of the machine-made spoon, nor appreciably enhance the gratification of the user's "sense of beauty" in contemplating it, so long as the cheaper spoon is not a novelty, and so long as it can be procured at a nominal cost.
The case of the spoons is typical. The superior gratification derived from the use and contemplation of costly and supposedly beautiful products is, commonly, in great measure a gratification of our sense of costliness masquerading under the name of beauty. Our higher appreciation of the superior article is an appreciation of its superior honorific character, much more frequently than it is an unsophisticated appreciation of its beauty. The requirement of conspicuous wastefulness is not commonly present, consciously, in our canons of taste, but it is none the less present as a constraining norm selectively shaping and sustaining our sense of what is beautiful, and guiding our discrimination with respect to what may legitimately be approved as beautiful and what may not.
A hand-wrought silver spoon, of a commercial value of some ten to twenty dollars, is not ordinarily more serviceable – in the first sense of the word – than a machine-made spoon of the same material. It may not even be more serviceable than a machine-made spoon of some "base" metal, such as aluminum, the value of which may be no more than some ten to twenty cents. The former of the two utensils is, in fact, commonly a less effective contrivance for its ostensible purpose than the latter. The objection is of course ready to hand that, in taking this view of the matter, one of the chief uses, if not the chief use, of the costlier spoon is ignored; the hand-wrought spoon gratifies our taste, our sense of the beautiful, while that made by machinery out of the base metal has no useful office beyond a brute efficiency.
The facts are no doubt as the objection states them, but it will be evident on rejection that the objection is after all more plausible than conclusive. It appears (1) that while the different materials of which the two spoons are made each possesses beauty and serviceability for the purpose for which it is used, the material of the hand-wrought spoon is some one hundred times more valuable than the baser metal, without very greatly excelling the latter in intrinsic beauty of grain or color, and without being in any appreciable degree superior in point of mechanical serviceability; (2) if a close inspection should show that the supposed hand-wrought spoon were in reality only a very clever imitation of hand-wrought goods, but an imitation so cleverly wrought as to give the same impression of line and surface to any but a minute examination by a trained eye, the utility of the article, including the gratification which the user derives from its contemplation as an object of beauty, would immediately decline by some eighty or ninety per cent, or even more; (3) if the two spoons are, to a fairly close observer, so nearly identical in appearance that the lighter weight of the spurious article alone betrays it, this identity of form and color will scarcely add to the value of the machine-made spoon, nor appreciably enhance the gratification of the user's "sense of beauty" in contemplating it, so long as the cheaper spoon is not a novelty, and so long as it can be procured at a nominal cost.
The case of the spoons is typical. The superior gratification derived from the use and contemplation of costly and supposedly beautiful products is, commonly, in great measure a gratification of our sense of costliness masquerading under the name of beauty. Our higher appreciation of the superior article is an appreciation of its superior honorific character, much more frequently than it is an unsophisticated appreciation of its beauty. The requirement of conspicuous wastefulness is not commonly present, consciously, in our canons of taste, but it is none the less present as a constraining norm selectively shaping and sustaining our sense of what is beautiful, and guiding our discrimination with respect to what may legitimately be approved as beautiful and what may not.
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Be like water
-Bruce Lee
-Bruce Lee
Gasan was sitting at the bedside of Tekisui three days before his teacher's passing. Tekisui had already chosen him as his successor. A temple recently had burned and Gasan was busy rebuilding the structure.
Tekisui asked him: "What are you going to do when you get the temple rebuilt?"
"When your sickness is over we want you to speak there," said Gasan.
"Suppose I do not live until then?"
"Then we will get someone else," replied Gasan.
"Suppose you cannot find anyone?" continued Tekisui.
Gasan answered loudly: "Don't ask such foolish questions. Just go to sleep."
Tekisui asked him: "What are you going to do when you get the temple rebuilt?"
"When your sickness is over we want you to speak there," said Gasan.
"Suppose I do not live until then?"
"Then we will get someone else," replied Gasan.
"Suppose you cannot find anyone?" continued Tekisui.
Gasan answered loudly: "Don't ask such foolish questions. Just go to sleep."
>>16578
-Let your fear be heard. That's the beggining of the path to enlightenment.
-We do not know the world as it is but as we are. (a bit normfag tho)
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-Let your fear be heard. That's the beggining of the path to enlightenment.
-We do not know the world as it is but as we are. (a bit normfag tho)
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"Herefrom it follows, first, that men think themselves free inasmuch as they are conscious of their volitions and desires, and never even dream, in their ignorance, of the causes which have disposed them so to wish and desire. Secondly, that men do all things for an end, namely, for that which is useful to them, and which they seek. Thus it comes to pass that they only look for a knowledge of the final causes of events, and when these are learned, they are content, as having no cause for further doubt. If they cannot learn such causes from external sources, they are compelled to turn to considering themselves, and reflecting what end would have induced them personally to bring about the given event, and thus they necessarily judge other natures by their own. Further, as they find in themselves and outside themselves many means which assist them not a little in the search for what is useful, for instance, eyes for seeing, teeth for chewing, herbs and animals for yielding food, the sun for giving light, the sea for breeding fish, &c., they come to look on the whole of nature as a means for obtaining such conveniences. Now as they are aware, that they found these conveniences and did not make them, they think they have cause for believing, that some other being has made them for their use. As they look upon things as means, they cannot believe them to be self-created ; but, judging from the means which they are accustomed to prepare for themselves, they are bound to believe in some ruler or rulers of the universe endowed with human freedom, who have arranged and adapted everything for human use. They are bound to estimate the nature of such rulers (having no information on the subject) in accordance with their own nature, and therefore they assert that the gods ordained everything for the use of man, in order to bind man to themselves and obtain from him the highest honor. Hence also it follows, that everyone thought out for himself, according to his abilities, a different way of worshipping God, so that God might love him more than his fellows, and direct the whole course of nature for the satisfaction of his blind cupidity and insatiable avarice. Thus the prejudice developed into superstition, and took deep root in the human mind ; and for this reason everyone strove most zealously to understand and explain the final causes of things ; but in their endeavor to show that nature does nothing in vain, i.e. nothing which is useless to man, they only seem to have demonstrated that nature, the gods, and men are all mad together. Consider, I pray you, the result : among the many helps of nature they were bound to find some hindrances, such as storms, earthquakes, diseases, &c. : so they declared that such things happen, because the gods are angry at some wrong done to them by men, or at some fault committed in their worship. Experience day by day protested and showed by infinite examples, that good and evil fortunes fall to the lot of pious and impious alike ; still they would not abandon their inveterate prejudice, for it was more easy for them to class such contradictions among other unknown things of whose use they were ignorant, and thus to retain their actual and innate condition of ignorance, than to destroy the whole fabric of their reasoning and start afresh. They therefore laid down as an axiom, that God's judgments far transcend human understanding. Such a doctrine might well have sufficed to conceal the truth from the human race for all eternity, if mathematics had not furnished another standard of verity in considering solely the essence and properties of figures without regard to their final causes. There are other reasons (which I need not mention here) besides mathematics, which might have caused men's minds to be directed to these general prejudices, and have led them to the knowledge of the truth."
from Spinoza's Ethics, Part 1
from Spinoza's Ethics, Part 1
'The ideas of crime and punishment must be strongly linked and ‘follow one another without interruption… When you have thus formed the chain of ideas in the heads of your citizens, you will then be able to pride yourselves on guiding them and being their masters. A stupid despot may constrain his slaved with iron chains; but a true politician binds them even more strongly by the chain of their own ideas; it is at the stable point of reason that he secures the end of the chain; this link is all the stronger in that we do not know of what it is made and we believe it to be our own work; despair and time eat away at the bonds of iron and steel, but they are powerless against the habitual union of ideas, they can only tighten it still more’ and on the soft fibers of the brain is founded the unshakable base of the soundest empires'
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Michel_Antoine_Servan
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Michel_Antoine_Servan
"Those who feel the impulse to pursue the path of enlightenment should immediately take the step, and not defer it while they attend to all the other things on their mind. If you say to yourself, ‘Let’s just wait until after this is over,’ or ‘While I’m at it I’ll just see to that,’ or ‘People will criticize me about such-and-such so I should make sure it’s all dealt with and causes no problem later,’ or ‘There’s been time enough so far, after all, and it won’t take long just to a wait a little longer while I do this. Let’s not rush into things,’ one imperative thing after another will occur to detain you. There will be no end to it all, and the day of decision will never come.
In general, I find that reasonably sensitive and intelligent people will pass their whole life without taking the step they know they should. Would anyone with a fire close behind him choose to pause before fleeing? In a matter of life and death, one casts aside shame, abandons riches and runs. Does mortality wait on our choosing? Death comes upon us more swiftly than fire or flood. There is no escaping it. Who at that moment can refuse to part with all they love – aged parents, beloved children, lord and master, or the love of others?"
"The domestic animals are the horse and the ox. It is a shame to tether the poor things and make them suffer, but it can’t be helped, since they are indispensable to us. One should most certainly have a dog, as they are better than men at guarding the house. However, since all the houses around you will have dogs, you probably don’t need to go out of your way to get one yourself.
All other creatures, be it bird or beast, are useless. When you lock an animal that runs free into a cage or chain it up, when you snip the wings of a flying bird and confine it, the beast will ceaselessly pine for the wild and the bird for the clouds. Surely no one with a heart to imagine how unbearable he himself would find it could take pleasure in these creatures’ torment. It would take the stony heart of a Jie or a Zhou to enjoy witnessing the suffering of a living creature.
Wang Huizhi loved birds. He watched them frolicking happily in the forest, and made them his companions in his rambles. He did not catch them and make them suffer. We should follow the words of the classic:222 ‘Do not cultivate rare birds or strange beasts in your own land.’"
-Essays in Idleness
In general, I find that reasonably sensitive and intelligent people will pass their whole life without taking the step they know they should. Would anyone with a fire close behind him choose to pause before fleeing? In a matter of life and death, one casts aside shame, abandons riches and runs. Does mortality wait on our choosing? Death comes upon us more swiftly than fire or flood. There is no escaping it. Who at that moment can refuse to part with all they love – aged parents, beloved children, lord and master, or the love of others?"
"The domestic animals are the horse and the ox. It is a shame to tether the poor things and make them suffer, but it can’t be helped, since they are indispensable to us. One should most certainly have a dog, as they are better than men at guarding the house. However, since all the houses around you will have dogs, you probably don’t need to go out of your way to get one yourself.
All other creatures, be it bird or beast, are useless. When you lock an animal that runs free into a cage or chain it up, when you snip the wings of a flying bird and confine it, the beast will ceaselessly pine for the wild and the bird for the clouds. Surely no one with a heart to imagine how unbearable he himself would find it could take pleasure in these creatures’ torment. It would take the stony heart of a Jie or a Zhou to enjoy witnessing the suffering of a living creature.
Wang Huizhi loved birds. He watched them frolicking happily in the forest, and made them his companions in his rambles. He did not catch them and make them suffer. We should follow the words of the classic:222 ‘Do not cultivate rare birds or strange beasts in your own land.’"
-Essays in Idleness
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Men in the vehement pursuit of happiness grasp at the first object which offers to them any prospect of satisfaction, but immediately they turn an introspective eye and ask, ‘Am I happy?’ and at once from their innermost being a voice answers distinctly, ‘No, you are as poor and as miserable as before.' Then they think it was the object that deceived them and turn precipitately to another. But the second holds as little satisfaction as the first…Wandering then through life restless and tormented, at each successive station they think that happiness dwells at the next, but when they reach it happiness is no longer there. In whatever position they may find themselves there is always another one which they discern from afar, and which but to touch, they think, is to find the wished delight, but when the goal is reached discontent has followed on the way stands in haunting constancy before them.
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They say if you scratch a cynic, you'll find a disappointed idealist. And I would admit, that somewhere underneath all this there's a little flicker of a flame of idealism that would love to see it all — huish! — change. But it can't happen that way. And incremental change — it just seems the pile of shit is too deep.
>>51401
>that's edgy!
>being this much of a normalfaggot
Also, no one under 30 remember that guy so your insult isn't logical at all.
Things like fawning over philosophers and the like are for people with no real sense of self to rely on. No originality. People that like quotes to begin with come off as childish parrots to me, but at least Carlin went against the grain.
Not that wiz by the by. I never looked up to anyone, not even Carlin, but if he weren't a comedian I would have.
>that's edgy!
>being this much of a normalfaggot
Also, no one under 30 remember that guy so your insult isn't logical at all.
Things like fawning over philosophers and the like are for people with no real sense of self to rely on. No originality. People that like quotes to begin with come off as childish parrots to me, but at least Carlin went against the grain.
Not that wiz by the by. I never looked up to anyone, not even Carlin, but if he weren't a comedian I would have.
>>51415
Laughing about serious subject matter is a way to make people not care about the subject matter. It's like mind control.
Laughing about serious subject matter is a way to make people not care about the subject matter. It's like mind control.
We live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. The martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. Embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. By its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. Sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. We can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. From family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes.
–Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
–Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception
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