/lit/ - Literature

>Large book is opened perfectly in the middle just in time for a candid photograph
>Left hand in an extremely uncomfortable position to be holding such a heavy book for an extended period of time
>Eyes dead center where the spine fold would be
>Attractive Woman

Really makes you think huh

Does shitting on tripfags mean you're a bucket crab? Does it mean you haven't differentiated your self and your opinions from the white noise of ape mind? Discuss.

The beginning bootstraps itself as the end, what looks like expansion and heat death on the outside is an autistic spiraling in on the inside, and it quickly becomes imperative to ask if this temporal attractor we call the One is going to be a being of pure intelligence and predation, onions slop, or a Christ-entity of love. And this tension of "getting on with it" you see in a lot of that classic Western disdain for the regressive oriental drive to "just be at home in the moment" with the birds and trees but some people can't be at home in the moment they want with the birds and trees they want to work and drive expensive cars and jerk off to chinese cartoons, anything but that, just that bare taking -in of being and fear of being played by the circle is the life-denying element. It's what Nietzsche diagnosed so well is about in his exaltation of the will to power, he was probably the first to understand the absolute as the acid bath of dissolution and overcoming. The game "really" does have to be played even though we know its a game, we are embedded in it to know it. And this knowledge itself bears on our selves in the world. This one Mind eternally digesting otherness. Death is love. End transmission