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>tfw repulsed by philosophy
Books for this feel?

>> No.11300039

Late Wittgenstein

>> No.11300047

>>11300039
Disgusting

>> No.11300061

>>11300037
stirner

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>>11300061
Underrated post, underrated theorist. Max Stirner's "Ego and Its Own" is necessary reading for anyone interested in individualism and too smart for Ayn Rand, and anyone interested in revolutionary liberation and too old for sheeple leftism.

>> No.11300102

>>11300037
Dexters mom is so thicc

>> No.11300664

>>11300061
>>11300097
bump

>> No.11300672

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https://www.3quarksdaily.com/3quarksdaily/2014/06/philosophy-is-a-bunch-of-empty-ideas-interview-with-peter-unger.html

>> No.11300677

Pessoa’s poems written under the pseudonym “Alberto Caeiro”.

>> No.11300822

>>11300037
i'm not repulsed. i accept that children will demand attention and will say almost anything to get it. doesn't mean we have to indulge them.

philosophags: get back to us when you've solved the problem of how people can get along without killing each other. you've only had six thousand years so far, and you've come up with nothing.

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>>11300037
>>11300664
>>11300672
>>11300822

>> No.11301556

>>11300672
>Neither did Wittgenstein. He kept scribbling away! What stopped him from doing that was terminal cancer. Only cancer had that desired effect. But it also had some other undesired effects — namely, ending his life. (Laughter)
2edgy4me

>> No.11301573

Zhuangzi

In the south there was an eccentric named Huang Liao who asked why Heaven and earth do not collapse and crumble, or what makes the wind and rain, the thunder and lightning. Hui Shih, undaunted, undertook to answer him; without stopping to think, he began to reply, touching upon every one of the ten thousand things in his peroration, expounding on and on without stop in multitudes of words that never ended. But still it was not enough, and so he began to add on his astonishing assertions. Whatever contradicted other men's views he declared to be the truth, hoping to win a reputation for outwitting others. This was why he never got along with ordinary people. Weak in inner virtue, strong in his concern for external things, he walked a road that was crooked indeed! If we examine Hui Shih's accomplishments from the point of view of the Way of Heaven and earth, they seem like the exertions of a mosquito or a gnat - of what use are they to other things? True, he still deserves to be regarded as the founder of one school, though I say, if he had only shown greater respect for the Way, he would have come nearer being right. Hui Shih, however, could not seem to find any tranquillity for himself in such an approach. Instead he went on tirelessly separating and analyzing the ten thousand things, and in the end was known only for his skill in exposition. What a pity - that Hui Shih abused and dissipated his talents without ever really achieving anything! Chasing after the ten thousand things, never turning back, he was like one who tries to shout an echo into silence or to prove that form can outrun shadow. How sad!

>> No.11301577

>>11301573
Great understanding is broad and unhurried; little understanding is cramped and busy. Great words are clear and limpid; little words are shrill and quarrelsome. In sleep, men's spirits go visiting; in waking hours, their bodies hustle. With everything they meet they become entangled. Day after day they use their minds in strife, sometimes grandiose, sometimes sly, sometimes petty. Their little fears are mean and trembly; their great fears are stunned and overwhelming. They bound off like an arrow or a crossbow pellet, certain that they are the arbiters of right and wrong. They cling to their position as though they had sworn before the gods, sure that they are holding on to victory. They fade like fall and winter - such is the way they dwindle day by day. They drown in what they do - you cannot make them turn back. They grow dark, as though sealed with seals - such are the excesses of their old age. And when their minds draw near to death, nothing can restore them to the light.

* * * *

Out of the murk, things come to life. With cunning you declare, "We must analyze this!" You try putting your analysis in words, though it is not something to be put into words. You cannot, however, attain understanding. At the winter sacrifice, you can point to the tripe or the hoof of the sacrificial ox, which can be considered separate things, and yet in a sense cannot be considered separate. A man who goes to look at a house will walk all around the chambers and ancestral shrines, but he will also go to inspect the privies. And so for this reason you launch into your analysis.

Let me try describing this analysis of yours. It takes life as its basis and knowledge as its teacher, and from there proceeds to assign "right" and "wrong." So in the end we have "names" and "realities," and accordingly each man considers himself to be their arbiter. In his efforts to make other men appreciate his devotion to duty, for example, he will go so far as to accept death as his reward for devotion. To such men, he who is useful is considered wise, he who is of no use is considered stupid. He who is successful wins renown; he who runs into trouble is heaped with shame. Analyzers - that is what the men of today are! They are like the cicada and the little dove, who agreed because they were two of a kind.

>> No.11301609

Ecclesiastes

All things are hard: man cannot explain them by word. The eye is not filled with seeing, neither is the ear filled with hearing. What is it that hath been? the same thing that shall be. What is it that hath been done? the same that shall be done. Nothing under the sun is new, neither is any man able to say: Behold this is new: for it hath already gone before in the ages that were before us. There is no remembrance of former things: nor indeed of those things which hereafter are to come, shall there be any remembrance with them that shall be in the latter end.

...

And I have given my heart to know prudence, and learning, and errors, and folly: and I have perceived that in these also there was labour, and vexation of spirit, Because In much wisdom there is much indignation: and he that addeth knowledge, addeth also labour.

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Only this I have found, that God made man right, and he hath entangled himself with an infinity of questions. Who is as the wise man? and who hath known the resolution of the word?

...

And I understood that man can find no reason of all those works of God that are done under the sun: and the more he shall labour to seek, so much the less shall he find: yea, though the wise man shall say, that he knoweth it, he shall not be able to find it.

...

Vanity of vanities, said Ecclesiastes, and all things are vanity. And whereas Ecclesiastes was very wise, he taught the people, and declared the things that he had done: and seeking out, he set forth many parables. He sought profitable words, and wrote words most right, and full of truth.

The words of the wise are as goads, and as nails deeply fastened in, which by the counsel of masters are given from one shepherd. More than these, my son, require not. Of making many books there is no end: and much study is an affliction of the flesh. Let us all hear together the conclusion of the discourse. Fear God, and keep his commandments: for this is all man: And all things that are done, God will bring into judgment for every error, whether it be good or evil.

>> No.11301620

>>11300822
You are aware that philosophy isn't fucking mind control, right

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>>11300037
You wouldn't read it :(

>> No.11301837

>>11301573
This. Zhuangzi is based in every way

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>>11301620
>that philosophy isn't fucking mind control

>> No.11302923

>>11300097
>in revolutionary liberation and too old for sheeple leftism.

Max Stirner's philosophy is applicable in any society and is arguably easier to apply to in a welfare state full of easily abused public funds.

>> No.11302931

>>11300037
Unironically Cioran

>> No.11303117

>>11301620

it could be, if it wasn't a morass of adolescent wank where each newcomer invents personal terms for things that already have names and then sits back waiting for people to memorise and use his new system.

>> No.11303225

>>11303117
*snap*

>> No.11303445

Al Ghazali, incoherence of philosophy

>> No.11303467

>>11303445
Philosophers*
I'm absolutely sure that you never read it and have no idea what it's about. “Incoherence” is a mistranslation.
Ignore this OP, it's definitely not what you're looking for.

>> No.11303821

>>11300061
>>11300097
best translation?

>> No.11304775

>>11303821
Landstreicher

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>>11300672
notable ideas: effective altruism
influenced by : peter singer


just awful