/lit/ - Literature

>>19253007
>our own insignificance
christ this is the most poison phrase retarded athetists have been shilling for the last 25 years. You don't even know if space or atoms are fucking real and yet you compare your gifted transcendental intelligence and phenomenal perception to a fucking vaccume and dust and deem it of no importance. It's honestly pathetic, to see human creativity, spirit, and potential waisted on such basic and insubstantial hang ups over things that can't even be directly experienced. That's why there's no literature for you, if you honestly believe there is no significance to the human condition then kill yourself, because that's what all art celebrates, that's what all art has at the focal point, the phenomena of living, memory, love and edurement, though retarded athetists are too busy reading dawkins and watching black science man say their lives dont matter too know anything about that or humanity.

what is it called when you're done discussing something and then you realize everything you just did was basically just posturing