/lit/ - Literature

>>8999413
>A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.
>Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.
>It is a monstrous thing that I will say, but I will say it all the same: I find in many things more restraint and order in my morals than in my opinions, and my lust less depraved than my reason.
>Of all our infirmities, the most savage is to despise our being.
>I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of.
I am sold.

Free from what, causality?

We are physical, down to our thoughts. That there is a notion of some other substance, that acts in some other way, the entire premise of such duality, is a primitive delusion. I don't cling to delusions, as per what makes me...me. I cannot conceive of this unnatural unatomic undeterministic whatever.