/lit/ - Literature

When we run over libraries, persuaded of these principles, what havoc must we make? If we take in our hand any volume; of divinity or school metaphysics, for instance; let us ask, Does it contain any abstract reasoning concerning quantity or number? No. Does it contain any experimental reasoning concerning matter of fact and existence? No. Commit it then to the flames: For it can contain nothing but sophistry and illusion.

>>1291741
where is this from?

>>1291741
Hahah, it's Hume. Funny thing is, that statement isn't empirical.

Smart guy, ultimately illogical statement.

>>1291750
In other words, I giant exercise in question begging.

*1

I cam, I saw, I conquered.

You work out? Yes, I giant exercise.

Philosophy is a battle against the bewitchment of our intelligence by means of our language.

Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect - simply a confession of failures.

"It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on the battlefield"

And so we beat off, boats against the current, born back ceaselessly into the past.

It was the end of a long day, and she was glad it was over. Her mind went back through what had happened.

It all started when her husband had committed suicide, leaving her without a way to get to work. She ended up biking, pulling out the old piece of shit Schwinn she hadn't touched in years. She yelled curses about Frank all the way to work.

Jessica worked at TechaDynoCorpaMachine, the leading manufacturer of humanoid robots on the planet. The company had been under a massive amount of stress lately, mostly because of the recent order. 500,000 warrior robots, ready for combat and fully equipped with automatic weapons, to be delivered by the end of the month. The entire company had been working overtime, yelling at each other, pulling levers too fast, crying on top of control panels. This order was going to keep the company alive, the shareholders said. They weren’t going to fire anyone, they said, because if this order wasn’t perfect they’d all be out of jobs.

Jessica’s job was in accounting. She scrolled through the financial information of the angel order, the order keeping her employed, the order keeping five thousand workers alive and fed. Credit Card, three-digit code on the back, address a few miles away from the factory. It all checked out. There was no real reason not to process it, and yet…

No one had spoken to the purchaser. No one had seen any communication other than electronic. No one knew his real name. Jessica looked at the name on the VISA.

“Mother Fucker”

No, she thought. That probably wasn’t really it.

>>1291807

lmao just posted my impromptu 200-word fiction in the wrong thread. welp, enjoy

Above all others, the sociologist is full of shit.

http://vocaroo.com/?media=v8YczJQjbaSwGgYWh

But all of this is not the point, and my discourse on dreams and waking are also not the point... Wait! There, I feel once again that I shall really express myself, shall bring the words to bay. Alas, no one taught me this kind of chase, and the ancient inborn are of writing is long since forgotten - forgotten are the days when it needed no schooling, but ignited and blazed like a forest fire - today it seems just as incredible as the music that once used to be extracted from a monstrous pianoforte, music that would nimbly ripple or suddenly hack the world into great, gleaming blocks - I myself picture this all so clearly, but you are not I, and therein lies the irreparable calamity.

- Invitation to a Beheading, Chapter 8

>>1291815

ancient inborn art*, not are.

"I did it without any specific intention. Or perhaps what I meant was, that love this very stone, and the river, and all these things we are looking at and from which we can learn. I can love a stone, Govinda, and also a tree or a piece of bark. These are things, and things can be loved. But I cannot love words. Therefore, teachings are no good for me, they have no hardness, no softness, no colors, no edges, no smell, no taste, they have nothing but words. Perhaps it are these which keep you from finding peace, perhaps it are the many words. Because salvation and virtue as well, Samsara and Nirvana as well, are mere words, Govinda. There is no thing which would be Nirvana; there is just the word Nirvana.

>>1291814

HOMO ALERT!

That's a girl's butt.

I like girls' butts.

>>1291814

The first time yossarian saw the chaplin he fell madly in love with him.

>>1291832
Hermann Hesse is a giant knob-gobbling faggot.

I hope this thread gets more attention

"Ah, the prayers of the millions, how they must fight and destroy each other on their way to the throne of God."