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>>12557843
embrace your patrician roots

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>>8354399
>No one considers alcohol a drug for these purposes.
You sure?

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LETS DO THIS!

There was a man named Alberto, born in beautiful Portugal, who lived in the sunny countryside near the sapphire sea. Alberto happened to be born in what men call the modern age, but he said that he was born from eternal Nature. He called Nature mother, and he held that those troubled with the Spirit of the Times were mystics sick with their own ghostly thoughts. Alberto saw only with his bodily eyes, and as for his mind's eye it was closed; he contented himself with the surface of things, which was his cherished Mother Nature. Constantly, without desire, free from every abstraction, formless, effortless, he claimed that he had achieve peace on earth. What madness, then, he thought it when he met a proclaimed revolutionary, who desired to repair the world and bring peace to it. Alberto said to the revolutionary, "The world is already at peace. It is you that are at war. O you Christians, always trying to redeem the world. The more that you try to fix the world, the more broken it appears. The more holy you become, the greater are your sins. Abandon sanctity and sinfulness, abandon truth and falsehood, abandon good and evil. Return to your original nature." This Alberto said, and he was an unbaptized soul. One day while tending his flock through pretty pastures, he found himself leaving his flock and hurrying towards a far off wood, perhaps because of Nature. Full, then, of Nature's emptiness, Alberto went through the wood until he arrived at a clearing, where stood a young man, shirtless, crowned with flowers and berries, holding a cup in his left hand with wine brimming. Said the young man, "It is I whom you worship, Pan, your god." Alberto fell on his knees in reverence, but Pan said, "Do not worship me like that, but come to me and drink this wine, and embrace me." Alberto yielded without thinking, he drank until he was inebriated, and he embraced his god in ecstasy. Then, Pan, standing up high, awfully high upon his goatish hooves, looked down upon the giggling man unaware of himself and of everything, and then tore the man into a thousand pieces.

>Kant said a moral action is one that a man does out of duty and not reward.

Does man pursue anything without reward? Even self-sacrifice offers a sense of satisfaction.

How does one become more Dionysian?