/lit/ - Literature

>>21812688
The Wisdom of Silenus
The Dialog of Pessimism
The Man Who was Tired of Life
The Denial of Death
The Conspiracy Against Human Race
The Trouble with Being Born

>The knowledge that life is worthless is the flower of all wisdom. The worthlessness of life is the easiest truth, but at the same time it is the one that is the hardest to know, because it appears concealed by countless veils. We lie, as it were, on her; how could we find her?

-Mainländer

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Wisdom Of Silenus:
>"You, most blessed and happiest among humans, may well consider those blessed and happiest who have departed this life before you, and thus you may consider it unlawful, indeed blasphemous, to speak anything ill or false of them, since they now have been transformed into a better and more refined nature. This thought is indeed so old that the one who first uttered it is no longer known; it has been passed down to us from eternity, and hence doubtless it is true. Moreover, you know what is so often said and passes for a trite expression. What is that, he asked? He answered: It is best not to be born at all; and next to that, it is better to die than to live; and this is confirmed even by divine testimony. Pertinently to this they say that Midas, after hunting, asked his captive Silenus somewhat urgently, what was the most desirable thing among humankind. At first he could offer no response, and was obstinately silent. At length, when Midas would not stop plaguing him, he erupted with these words, though very unwillingly: 'you, seed of an evil genius and precarious offspring of hard fortune, whose life is but for a day, why do you compel me to tell you those things of which it is better you should remain ignorant? For he lives with the least worry who knows not his misfortune; but for humans, the best for them is not to be born at all, not to partake of nature's excellence; not to be is best, for both sexes. This should be our choice, if choice we have; and the next to this is, when we are born, to die as soon as we can.' It is plain therefore, that he declared the condition of the dead to be better than that of the living."

Hegesias of Cyrene, Death by Starvation:
>The book was called Death by Starvation or The Death-Persuader. According to the Roman orator Cicero (lived 106 – 43 BC), the entire book was essentially an argument for why everyone should just give up on life and kill themselves.

Ecclesiastes 4:1
>Again I looked and saw all the oppression that was taking place under the sun: I saw the tears of the oppressed-- and they have no comforter; power was on the side of their oppressors-- and they have no comforter.
Ecclesiastes 4:2
>And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive.
Ecclesiastes 4:3
>But better than both is the one who has never been born, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun.


THE DIALOGUE OF PESSIMISM, MESOPOTAMIAN WISDOM
>XI - CONCLUSION
>What then is good? To have my neck and yours broken, Or to be thrown into the river, is that good?
>Who is so tall as to ascend to heaven? Who is so broad as to encompass the entire world?

First Two Noble Truth of Buddhism:
>dukkha (suffering, incapable of satisfying, painful) is an innate characteristic of existence in the realm of samsara;
>samudaya (origin, arising) of this dukkha, which arises or "comes together" with taṇhā ("craving, desire or attachment")

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>>18351974
It's a poem/song called "The Player Who Takes No Chances" from a neo-folk album, The Unholy City by Thomas Ligotti

https://youtu.be/bJsV69bQhYI

>>18306692
Fuck no, it's not.
How many "loving couples" as they are approaching death (in total lucidity) will claim that they will spend another life with their partners?
Just look around you, there is nothing beyond materialism. Every goal is of pleasure, every gaze is drenched in lust and the whole shitshow is the worship of bodies heavely programmed by the sinster forces of nature to use meat puppets for some mysterious purpose. You have to present yourself to other sex not as a human but as a product for consumption so you both can use each other as accessories on social media/parties/society to sell the bullshit dreams to some lonely cunts and other normalfag cunts to show them that both of you are much more than food for worms. People betray their so called soul mates not due to any particular problem but because they are addicted to the pleasures of sex. What they will do when evolution will kick them on their asses, when they will hit the "wall", when they will get a diseases and tons of other problems.

Whenever we men think of women, we think about the parts which are sexy, erotic and the things that we can lick, touch, kiss and penetrate. We don't think of the "ugly" and the mortal part of women. Like the disgusting turds coming out of her ass, stinky burps and farts coming out of their holes and so on and so on. We see women like Godly creatures who transcend the animal traits of bodies and death. If one accepts the other only for "good" parts then is it really the love? What about those ugly parts? Can someone love someone without knowing them deeply on a symbolic level and accepting their animal body as a whole? Is it love to be with some person or is it the primordial self-preservative instinct born out of fear?

>Directly after copulation the devil's laughter is heard.

Schopenhauer

>>18194020
>“The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill herself doesn’t do so out of quote ‘hopelessness’ or any abstract conviction that life’s assets and debits do not square. And surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. The person in whom Its invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. Make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows. Their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view; i.e. the fear of falling remains a constant. The variable here is the other terror, the fire’s flames: when the flames get close enough, falling to death becomes the slightly less terrible of two terrors. It’s not desiring the fall; it’s terror of the flames. And yet nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling ‘Don’t!’ and ‘Hang on!’, can understand the jump. Not really. You’d have to have personally been trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling.”

― David Foster Wallace

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