/lit/ - Literature

>>18814493
>Do you even have a point?
That your argument was illogical, and thus invalid.
>You do not know that everything that "begins to exist" has a cause
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Principle_of_sufficient_reason
>you do not know if the Universe "began to exist"
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_Bang
>you do not know if the Universe has a cause given that it is defined by Phenomenal totality
1. No thing, or series of things can actualize itself - its potential must be actualized by some thing which is itself actual
2. A chain of infinitely long actualizers leads to an infinite regress (what actualized the first actualizer)
3. Therefore, there must be a first mover which is pure actuality per se
4. A thing which is pure actuality cannot have any potentiality
5. Therefore, the first mover has no privation

>>18498925
>Why not just cut out the middle man and just fuck actual girls?
There just heterosexuals who delude themselves into homosexuality through pornography

>>18317981
Here are my own thoughts on death which I wrote within the context of dialogue in a short story:
“The only real sin... the only real evil in this world, that is to be ugly and to bring about ugliness, whether through warping, destruction of, or the absence of beauty! Beauty is the ultimate law, and it’s why God, not god that name is cursed, why he, the hidden one that is there, why he allows the tiger to prey, the hawk to kill, the divine inequality.

It’s why he lets you kill, why he lets you bring ruin, all is waste compared to you the oppressive grace. And how precious you are, how precious that chaos could only incarnate you once, and romanticize your short existence with your souls oblivion and your bodies decay, a great tragedy but a dark beauty in itself. The world is full of beautiful things outside of man, but none as beatiful as art, and you are the only art I care for. A perfect portrait. Yet though the vision is forever and is what shall remain long after you are gone, the canvas as tough as it is will not last forever. But your not a painting, your a man and like those painted centuries ago, beautiful but nowhere as dear as you, they live on in the frame despite it all, and more beautifully despite it all, despite them all just shriveled forms, bones, or dust. Resurrection is a comedy, it’s a joke and something to poke fun at! But how more tragic, how more beautiful oblivion it is, how crowning it is to beauty, and how despite it all how comforting the sleep will be, especially after a life as free as yours, why your twenty so years is worth diamonds more than any saint, hell any savior.“