/lit/ - Literature

>>21694266
it must have been agriculture, “agriculture was the fall,” he yelps out. he is overjoyed, he found the fall. from now on he will only eat raw beef liver. but soon he realizes that beef comes from an agricultural animal, a woke animal as it were, it might as well have blue hair

the reactionary scratches his head and nearly has a thought, before a concluding groan establishes his final opinion: the fall was humanity, it’s humanity itself that is fallen. “we must retvrn to monke,” he giggles. but little does he know, the apes are woke and having gay sex

he is desperate now. perhaps it all went wrong with upright posture. he starts walking on all fours, that suburban nabuchodonosor, but outside he sees the dogs having degenerate sex, liberal dogs if you will, and it is mammalian existence itself that strikes him as a sin

he yells out to the sky, in inarticulate groans and yelps, that the true culprit is multi-celled life. he will be a protozoan, the only non-woke form of life, and indeed, the protozoan is unwoke and does not have sex at all, it is the conservative as such

>>20662602
Based human animal is absolutely scared of listening the Truth with capital T that's why he will never deem these enlightened text as classics. Academics are absolutely afraid of these Truths.

>Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant female beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill; to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

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>Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant female beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill; to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

>>19638953
>Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant female beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill; to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

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It's so fucking crazy that for billions of years we were not and now we are, in that billions of years countless explosion happened the earth formed then came the countless animal then came countless human being those countless human beings made countless han being made countless cultures and religions and civilization, they 107 billion people came and went on earth, billions of years have passed and now this moment came, the moment that was fated, the moment in in which could give three of you anons (You) and call three of you, massive faggots.

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>Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant female beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill; to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

>>19582174
All appreciation stems from our ability to not imagine them shitting from their anuses

>Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant female beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill; to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

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>Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant female beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill; to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

If Poe thinks the death of a beautiful woman is the most poetic subject then a beautiful woman taking a stinky shit and smelling it is the opposite.

Write a poem about latter.

>>19574567
Existential terror of a woman having an anus that shits.

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>>Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant female beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill; to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

>>19552183
>Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant female beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill; to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

>>19488931
Imagine this bitch taking a stinky shite every morning and sniffing her farts

>Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant female beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill; to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

Imagine her taking a stinky shit every morning and sniffing her farts

>Excreting is the curse that threatens madness because it shows man his abject finitude, his physicalness, the likely unreality of his hopes and dreams. But even more immediately, it represents man's utter bafflement at the sheer non-sense of creation: to fashion the sublime miracle of the human face, the mysterium tremendum of radiant female beauty, the veritable goddesses that beautiful women are; to bring this out of nothing, out of the void, and make it shine in noonday; to take such a miracle and put miracles again within it, deep in the mystery of eyes that peer out-the eye that gave even the dry Darwin a chill; to do all this, and to combine it with an anus that shits! It is too much. Nature mocks us, and poets live in torture.

Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

>tfw I lost my virginity this year and am now on to my second girl (who has the most beautiful body I've ever seen)
I made it

>it's a Nick calls /pol/ niggers edition
>it's a Nick laughs at the suffering of Venezuelans episode
>it's a Nick calls the Koch brothers cucks episode
>it's a Nick labels abortion as the "mass extermination of Untermenschen-Kinder"
>it's a Nick tries to understand EVE Online episode
why's he so funny bros

How did we figure out what the Western Canon is supposed to be composed of?

>tfw you wake up in the morning and remember you're a Christian

When did you first realise you were finally becoming well-read?

>tfw I've been making clickbait threads conditioning you all for several months purely for my own amusement

>[Wittgenstein] was about five feet six inches in height and slender.


>tfw you're a manlet, but at least you're taller than Witty

>tfw you were born in the right time to experience the comeback of the symposium in the form of /lit/.

we need more catholic leftists who are pro-life tbh.

abolish property

abolish liberalism

abolish the state

start catholic communes with the latin mass being the exclusive liturgy

collectivize your parish today!