/lit/ - Literature

>>18757271
The metamorphosis
Don't feel guilt over the chaos of life, you're not perfect

Why is there space? Why is there anything? If there's a God, why would he exist? Seriously, why is there ANYTHING at all?

When I think about there being nothing, I think of a dark black void, but why is there a dark black void? Why is there anything? Am I getting my question across? Why isn't there just nothing?

God's speech at the end is one of the most beautiful in all of literature.

"Where were you when the sons of morning sang for joy?" Fuck dude.

THE HIERARCHY OF DECEPTION IS AS FOLLOWS: Bronze Bulls -> Second Realities -> Wetikos. The only difference being the magnitude what is occluded: wetikos are small, personal, addictive: dopaminergic parasites. Second Realities are new histories, supersessive modes and styles of existence, Leviathanic “digestions” of what has preceded. Bronze Bulls are formal, integral: physical constants: space and history: like the Bull of Phalaris, all space conspires to convert all death into light and birdsong. It is the enormity of space that makes the infinite tolerable, but also conceals its intestines: “the meek shall inherit the Earth”: humble, decent folk are the true natives of this universe, the Western spirit, the Western cosmopolitan, comes from Outside, as does the true artist and philosopher: the genius is an Aeon, his task is to be wedded to endless space, to be a guest in God's House, and learn the curious language of its hospitality: Tolstoy's dream: the sky is only the abyss overhead: I loved you, until life did us part: the living are the exiles of sleep, members of a pullulating insomnia, hatched out of the (un)ground like a bed of spider's eggs: how fleeting life must seem to those who leave it early, how provisional, to those who are no longer prisoners of their skulls: beached on matter, without even the memory of the shipwreck, we decorate a gas station for Christmas, the Aniara: the Phallus-Head are all those who cling, although He does not repeat himself: disintegrationism is a lie: heat death is the input: I only stopped for gas, the young dead know why.

Are there any examples of ego death in books? Is it necessarily a good thing, assuming it's real? What exactly is it? Can it be induced with or without drugs?

>>12482226

Life is not a videogame where you have to beat bosses to get to the end. A wise man once told me "remember axiom one: work always gets done." It saved my university career and my life. Things always balance themselves. Everything goes the way it must go. Accept it and move forward. Choose what to do next, do not poison yourself with stillness.

>>11298943
>I cannot help but wonder if this is all there is to life.

Pretty much.

>>11260792

>tfw you will never chase some naked nymph in the woods in the hot mediterranean summer

me too anon, me too.

>>11255501

It is interesting how, contrarily to most posts here, I do not feel the need to insult OP.
Something about your question feels genuine.

My suggestion anyway is the same I would give as if you wanted to become any other genius writer: write. Write a lot, possibly daily, with constance, attention and humbleness. The first to exercise and truly strive for the best, the second to understand what is good or bad about your writing, the third to truly learn from your mistakes. I do not truly think you can learn technical writing tricks from other - mostly some basic stuff - but you can be a good self-teacher if you pay attention at what you do and focus on improving yourself every day.

Good luck with the writing life anon, I hope I'll read something good from you one day.

>>11118422

It helps understand the feeling you feel. And maybe, through understanding, to find a way out.

>>10829777
>10 years ago
>I'm 25
>all alone, disowned by my parents, no friends or other relationships
>saved up money from minimum wage job for 10 years
>finally go full hermit, by an absurdly cheap piece of property in the middle of no where
>no electricity, hearing, plumbing,etc
>this is where I'll write my magnum opus
>Develop the characters I've been daydreaming about since I was a kid
>develop the love interest and unconsciously begin to fall in love with her
>show a couple publishers a rough draft of my manuscript after a year and they're actually interested
>after 2 years of writing I can't end my story because that would mean the protagonist would finally get my girl
>kill him off even though it makes no thematic sense
>ruin my story because of my love for her
>publishers don't want it because the changes are too drastic and the writing took a dive
>stop writing it all together and give up
>take up drawing instead
>now only spend my days drawing her and trying to visualize every aspect of her appearance
Sometimes I write fanfics of us living together on a small trawler,exploring the seas, living only for one another and then I illustrate them.

>or man idgaf

I remember I was reading the Waves before an exam and this cute Asian boy wondered why I wasn't doing any last minute studying. He gently mocked me for "Just sitting there, reading Woolf."

tfw no soft spoken bf

Well I don't know but definitely not fucking islam

>tfw no one knows it's your birthday this week

>>5370047

I don't understand the context of this one. Why is Selena wearing that see through one piece thing outside and with some other girl around? Is it some private backyard where they (erroneously) thought they wouldn't be observed? Why can't I have fun libertine experiences with gorgeous starlets?

What books should I read to become a ferocious alpha male who flings his seed into the womb of the world?

Which philosopher to get the clothes off her?

I was about six years old, or however old you are at the end of kindergarten. I read and reread Redwall books, Gary Paulsen, Star Wars books, those condensed children's classics like Moby Dick like the other anon, whatever junk was in the classroom library (a few gems) when I was about 11 I started reading YA and adult novels that my thirteen year old friend Matt gave me (thanks Matt wherever you are) I started reading literature voluntarily at 16 partly to impress a "reader girl" The only period in my life where I didn't read was 2007-2009 when I was sick with depression and high on drugs. My pleasure with reading is much more. . .tempered now. I wish I could go back to the excitement, amazement and deep feels of being a kid and reading books. Only a few books do that for me now.

>tfw suffering from existential pain

Existential literature has not helped me. It gave me greater understanding of who i am and what i feel but it has not given me a hint on how to get rid of the pain. My first instinct is that there is no way to get rid of it, that it is a part of me. But asking can't hurt, what might help me?

>>4828435
>ate lunch with friends (one of which is my roommate) and we all end up coming back to our dorm to hang out for a bit
>(QT)"Oh anon, you like to read? what are all those books on your shelf about?"
>"umm, basically literary fiction, and a couple non-fiction books"
>(QT)"Wow, literary fiction is literally the worst genre. What are you thinking?"
>"What, are you kidding me?"
>(QT)"Gross, anon, this all just looks like terrible stuff we had to read in high school and for my English class. you ought to read better stuff, have you read 'Divergent?"

>tfw qts never like my books

>>4532017

>In philosophy, "the Absurd" refers to the conflict between (a) the human tendency to seek inherent value and meaning in life and (b) the human inability to find any. In this context absurd does not mean "logically impossible", but rather "humanly impossible".[1] The universe and the human mind do not each separately cause the Absurd, but rather, the Absurd arises by the contradictory nature of the two existing simultaneously. Absurdism, therefore, is a philosophical school of thought stating that the efforts of humanity to find inherent meaning will ultimately fail (and hence are absurd) because the sheer amount of information as well as the vast realm of the unknown make certainty impossible. And yet, some absurdists state that one should embrace the absurd condition of humankind while conversely continuing to explore and search for meaning.[2] As a philosophy, absurdism thus also explores the fundamental nature of the Absurd and how individuals, once becoming conscious of the Absurd, should respond to it.