/lit/ - Literature

>serotonin
I miss taking ecstasy with my friends. I miss the old days, when ecstasy pills came from Europe and we called them 'thizzles'. It was so good... The orgasmic feeling of life flowing through you, the connection to all living things. I remember thinking, "Why can't I feel like this all the time? It's not fair." If I could only recall that feeling with a little more clarity, if I could well up that feeling inside of me, then maybe I'd be able to look people in the eyes without shame. Maybe I could treat others with the same kindness I treat my family. Maybe I could enjoy the majesty of life, and love the world along with all its flaws - no, especially its flaws. Maybe I'd be able to go more than a week without mainlining meth and hooking up with guys on grindr. My doctor says I have the cardiovascular health of a 65 year old man. But what have I to live for? What do I care if I die tomorrow? In this world, there is only darkness, prolapse, and death.

A long, long time ago, humankind had a great connection to both people and beasts from far away lands never seen before.

As time passed, so did their connection. Soon enough, the knowledge of their existence became myth; their great stories, legends and folklore.

The lines of destiny still held them together, though not as strongly as it once did. It was only at the turn of the 16th century that everything changed.

The Iberians sent for an expedition to the west, but when they crossed the sea, they did not find a route to Asia nor a new continent, but a passage to a forgotten world.

When they returned, no man in the continent believed the sailors’ stories. It was only five years later, when an adventurer sent by the Spanish crown returned with riches never seen before that every ruler with a fishing boat to spare began a run for.

Nothing was found though. The adventurer himself could not find the land he so easily found in the past. After years of money and lives wasted, the people turned against him, calling him a liar, a friend of the devil. On the New Year's eve of 1505, he was killed and thrown into the sea by an angry mob.

A full moon after his death, strange ships came to the same waters his blood was shed. That day was known forever more as the day of regret.

It took almost 50 years after that for the “humankind” (now known as tallmen) to fully understand the passage, when and how it worked. During the same time, the greatest scholars of all lands came together in a pact to break the seal and unite both worlds. They succeeded.

Continents were open in half, Islands emerged from the sea; that day, kingdoms died and empires were born. People that never knew that each other lived on the same land came as one, as if the line of destiny sewed them together.

That didn’t mean peace though. People that once ruled lands for thousands of years were now persecuted, Isolated nations became the world's greatest economies. It took more than a hundred years for stability to come, if it could be even called that.

Now, only destiny itself could see where this new world is going, for even the finest linen is fated to decay…

(end of prologue)

information processing is divided in sensation and perception, what you "hear in your head" skips the sensation and is mere perception. which debunks materialist reductionist ideas of perceptions as "the brain processing sensation"

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>>18253947
Move into the physical cave which is your skull.

"Carrying His own cross, He went out to The Place of the Skull, which in Hebrew is called Golgotha." (John 19:17)

>>15670553
not a meme but brave new world is infinitely better and huxley is peak counter culture

>son of a great man
>won the genetic lottery (attractive, athletic build, etc.)
>have super close relationship with dad
>13, dad has a heart attack
>get severe cystic acne, negates all attraction from girls
>struggle hard thru highschool, push away all my friends
>get /fit/ but only to hurt myself, not for physical appearance
>now 20, in uni with no friends

I have massive boots to fill and I don't know how I'm gonna do it.

>>10918061
gondola is the new sincerity of memes

>>10415614

I feel the former would be more informative, though I'm guessing I'd need to start with Greek writing anyways, since the later material will reference/build upon it?

>>10415625

Thanks. I'll see if I can get my hands on a copy and start there.

>tfw in love with best friend
>tfw she is way out of my league
Books for this feel?

>>8583882
God is not corporeal.

Is there something more important than happiness?

>>8460247
Heres a comfy gondola friend

>>8373875
>>8373884
>>8373928

Thanks so much

598. Nor does reading a genius's writings help in any significant way, shape or form, if you are not already a genius, as all the inferior intellects are pleased to think. "Maybe I wasn't born as smart as him, but all his smartness must be contained inside his books, so all I have to do to become like him is read them!" A gross overestimation of the power of words, that amounts to believing that reading books can change your genes! The reality is that, at most, and if you are sensible, the genius's books will give you an inferiority complex. If you aren't, they'll turn you into a stark raving retard for whom there is no cure. — And you thought that lifting weights above your strength was dangerous! But reading books above your intelligence is unimaginably more so. But that, too, you stubbornly refuse to acknowledge and heed, precisely because evaluating the power of books is an unimaginably harder task than sizing up the weight of a couple of barbells, while to you books are, after all, just books. "What harm can there be in reading them?", you think, like all uneducated people