/lit/ - Literature

>>21029096
Frogposting in the OP should be a honorable achievement.

>>21012150
Frogposting should be an honorable achievement

>>21008499
>philosophy is always full of >>>/x/ tier crap

You have a very broad definition of philosophy , as though any product that comes from woodworks is philosophy.

Philosophy is more of a psychology only objective. That's why most prominent psychologists are basically philosophers and vice versa.

Any thought conjuration that is /x/ is not without it's basis and "reality". You have to be VERY fucking careful and have VERY extensive background in both of the previously mentioned field to start to even approach that type of thought that /x/ symbolize, which is in a way what Nick Land is.

The closer you get to the truth, the more absurd everything around it becomes. After All, by our design, we are made to avoid it.

>>20990982
Well here is an some "nihilist" idea from the "nihilist" guy hims self, that op seems to project his insecurities to. Imagine that the life you love now is eternal. That after you death you will relive this life again and again, with all the pain and suffering, a nightmare hell beyond your wildest dreams... that is if your life is utter unfulfilling shit that YOU make it to be. After all, reality is absurd, incomprehensible absurd.

And for that here is the passage, not mine but on the topic

>I have always thought of Camus' prose as the same strain of Epicurus. It's the words of a sad man, in the plight of discovering that the great schemes that holds culture are nothing but schemes, and that wants to rise to complete lucidity against the muteness of the World.
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>But only the saddest souls can grasp the despair of the Stranger or The Fall. Then, there's love, there's hope, that is coined as ropes out of the absurd. But what isn't? And you can face the schemes as schemes but what will you do, old troubled dog? You can't leave the curtains of culture and time. There's no out-world but there's no away-world neither.
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>To be really clear, the absurd philosophy is only followed by the sad broken mind. Most of our fellow men are breaking but not broken, they break against the world like waves against the coasts. And sure they will cry away for Love and Hope and all the schemes of culture, but the emperor is never truly naked, and we are wrapped in the world. Most men are kierkegaardians by design if they're modern or thomists if they have a more traditional fashion. But Absurdism gets wearisome for all its truth. Because the truth it reaches doesn't satisfy most men. That's why Camus' writings are great literature but not the favourite to most.
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>I can open my eye to the Absurd, but which men aside the broken lawyer of the Fall, will cry and despair in the face of it. Isn't the Absurd the reflection of my vain saddened soul? But a vain sadness, shallow sadness of a child that realizes the world isn't for him only and that he is knitted to an indifferent world rather than the world is knitted to him like a lovely dress.
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>We are the cloth of the World and he wears us away and trashes us in his swagger. Call it absurd if you had wish to be the Wearer. Or, don't give it a name, fool, and join the Ship.

>>20978427
Here is a passage, not mine, but holy shit it's good. This is as depressing as it gets

I have always thought of Camus' prose as the same strain of Epicurus. It's the words of a sad man, in the plight of discovering that the great schemes that holds culture are nothing but schemes, and that wants to rise to complete lucidity against the muteness of the World.

But only the saddest souls can grasp the despair of the Stranger or The Fall. Then, there's love, there's hope, that is coined as ropes out of the absurd. But what isn't? And you can face the schemes as schemes but what will you do, old troubled dog? You can't leave the curtains of culture and time. There's no out-world but there's no away-world neither.

To be really clear, the absurd philosophy is only followed by the sad broken mind. Most of our fellow men are breaking but not broken, they break against the world like waves against the coasts. And sure they will cry away for Love and Hope and all the schemes of culture, but the emperor is never truly naked, and we are wrapped in the world. Most men are kierkegaardians by design if they're modern or thomists if they have a more traditional fashion. But Absurdism gets wearisome for all its truth. Because the truth it reaches doesn't satisfy most men. That's why Camus' writings are great literature but not the favourite to most.

I can open my eye to the Absurd, but which men aside the broken lawyer of the Fall, will cry and despair in the face of it. Isn't the Absurd the reflection of my vain saddened soul? But a vain sadness, shallow sadness of a child that realizes the world isn't for him only and that he is knitted to an indifferent world rather than the world is knitted to him like a lovely dress.

We are the cloth of the World and he wears us away and trashes us in his swagger. Call it absurd if you had wish to be the Wearer. Or, don't give it a name, fool, and join the Ship.