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19259426 No.19259426 [Reply] [Original]

All our books, all our learning, all our involved methods of intricate thought, terminate like forked lightning in the ground. And when once this has been accepted with an unflinching acceptance, it is possible for something deep down in our being to respond with imaginative confidence to our lot...

A feeling of awe is aroused in us, as when we confront and meditate upon any great movement of Nature. It is like looking at the sea, at the night sky, or like being present at a birth. All thoughts, all convictions, Christianity itself, will vanish away. “We are led about from ideas, to ideas, through ideas,” but the conclusion is oblivion. The drift of the vast flood, without beginning or end, moves backwards and forwards. Life is thrown up, life is withdrawn, life flourishes, life fades. It is useless to question. A handful of gravel is all the answer we will get to our ultimate queries.

When once this simple and natural knowledge has been learnt, we are in a position to indulge in a new reviewing. Under compulsion from this august fact we can re-order our lives and re-number our days. All is not lost. We have our moment. Nature will assuage the bitterness of our end as no priest can.

It should be a wise man’s confident purpose to experience his measure of consciousness to the full. “Let no flower of the spring pass by us.” Than this there is no greater wisdom. Any assurance arrived at otherwise than through the senses is illusory...

“There is nothing in the intellect except what was first in the senses.” Whoredom perpetrations with mystical mistresses bring only unease and unrest to the populations. “For like as the ground is given unto the wood, and the sea to his flood, even so they that dwell upon the earth may understand nothing but that which is upon the earth.”

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>> No.19259435

We have our day. Is bread nothing? Is wine nothing? Why cannot we be satisfied with the fair flesh of women, the wonder of their incomparable bodies, the beauty of their looks, the sweet clemency of their love? [LOL this part does not apply to anons obviously]. The soul of life lies embedded in what is transitory. The very nature of beauty is ephemeral. To deny this is to deny the high destiny that is the ancient heritage of mortals. In a few flashing moments that are his, it is possible for a man to glimpse immortality, the only immortality he will ever know, in the presentation of what is, in its essence, perishing.

Life is a spectacle deep and sorrowful and very tender. In the hour of death we receive instruction. When the head of the one we love lies low, with our despair comes revelation. Then are we cradled in the arms of life. Her ways are swift ways, her breath at the end is the breath of a great assuagement. From dust we rose, from dust we were swept into phantom figures. We have known love, we have known vanishing beauty, its anguish, its haunting ecstasy. Cannot that suffice?

Why must we forever strive in an unequal contest against laws inherent in nature? Our carnival-day is now... Our pellets of corn are on our platters. Must we never be tired of raising our necks to call more, more, like farmyard geese? Life is but a shifting floor. Tragedy, yes, and dark misery come forward and recede, intermingling their steps with light dances of joy and gladness. Though death cancels, though time obliterates, we have had experience of the eternal delirium. We have seen the sun. We have seen the moon. We have come out from a great darkness and looked upon a great light. How can we forswear our inestimable privilege?

>> No.19259472

>>19259426
Collective unconscious being tinkered with again in an effort to induce mass psychosis ala the pathways of "philosophical" nihilism. Just as planned before they crash the whole system into the dust and completely enslave any remaining opposition. Fuck you, servant of Yaldaboath.

>> No.19259591

>>19259472
>Fuck you, servant of Yaldaboath.
Is that one of the Daedric Gods in Skyrim?

>> No.19259763

>>19259591
No, it's the final boss of Persona 5

>> No.19259811

>>19259426
>>19259435
Isnt this just nihilism put poetically?

>> No.19259934

>>19259811
Yeah and it's retarded. Cioran is a better read.

>> No.19259941

>>19259934
Is Cioran a Gnostic or something?

>> No.19259975

>>19259426
I reject your notion of a peak. That to even experience the flaring burst of will fading into nothing is meaningless.
True nhilistic mastery comes with transcending even the concept of a medium in which will (life) expands into...
...Is that what the transhuminists hope to conquer?

>> No.19260354

>>19259934
Why is it retarded? What does Cioran say?