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11040143 No.11040143 [Reply] [Original]

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If aclodbe washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend's were.
Each man's death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

>> No.11040166

>>11040143

no some people die and no one gives a shit

>> No.11040182

>>11040166
That doesn't mean we should care, only that we do not

>> No.11041597

>>11040143
Based Donne.

>> No.11041891

>>11040143
>No man is an island,
>Entire of itself.
>Each is a piece of the continent,
>A part of the main.
>If aclodbe washed away by the sea,
>Europe is the less.
I am genuinely unsure if this counts as a rally against or towards mass immigration.

>> No.11041959

>>11041891
What it rallies against (anachronistically) is Narcissistic Personality Disorder.

>> No.11042017
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>>11041597
MY God, my God, thou art a direct God, may I not say a literal God, a God that wouldst be understood literally and according to the plain sense of all that thou sayest? but thou art also (Lord, I intend it to thy glory, and let no profane misinterpreter abuse it to thy diminution), thou art a figurative, a metaphorical God too; a God in whose words there is such a height of figures, such voyages, such peregrinations to fetch remote and precious metaphors, such extensions, such spreadings, such curtains of allegories, such third heavens of hyperboles, so harmonious elocutions, so retired and so reserved expressions, so commanding persuasions, so persuading commandments, such sinews even in thy milk, and such things in thy words, as all profane authors seem of the seed of the serpent that creeps, thou art the Dove that flies.

>> No.11042026

>>11042017
Amen, brother. Clearly a truth there for the siezing. Go /lit/!

>> No.11042108
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>>11041959
Common humanity is less than a platitude.

>> No.11042115

>>11040143
>>Each man's death diminishes me,
>For I am involved in mankind.
I'm pretty sure there's lots of deaths which would better rather than diminish the lot of mankind.

>> No.11042343

>>11042108
Language (in common) itself refutes this, anon. At least in 'spirit'. Stirner did however succeed in out-'eliting' Nietzsche FWIW. But consider both their actual and literary ends. Nietzsche remained JUST pleb enough to really take off in the latter instance; Stirner not so much. Nonetheless theyre both fun to read, I guess. Stirner DID spook Marx, and Calasso likes him- so?

>> No.11042513
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>>11042343
>Language (in common) itself refutes this, anon.
That's some top quality hollow drivel, anon.

>> No.11042718

>>11042513
Think? Most writers when they write address a readership (community of potential readers=common humanity) whereas Stirner takes pains to make whatever reader feel *as if* he alone is the target of his, Stirner's, admittedly highly artistic meditations EVEN IF this method is his continued insistence that he writes for himself alone. But that he wrote at all, and desperately sought a publisher, further refutes his major point.
Of course that Stirner loathed THE TROPES 'common humanity' 'mankind' etc. with some justice, cannot refute the fact that this is THE WHOM at which any writer makes an appeal, including Stirner. What is he ultimately selling? An attitude. Is his a healthy attitude? Unlike 'classical liberalism,' no.
No man is an island, anon. But I suppose one can at least appreciate Stirner's attempt to seem one.

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>>11042718
>>11042718
>Is his a healthy attitude? Unlike 'classical liberalism,' no.

>> No.11042732

>>11042718
good post

>> No.11042740

>>11042718
We are all isolated islands along the same fault.

>> No.11044407

>>11042740
In a sense, yes. But in what I feel is a more major sense, no. The islands are wired together after all, and there is such a thing as helping one another out and legitimately caring about the well-being and even the fates of your family and m8s.
In the long run this may be right, however. I hope not.

>> No.11046206

wow that's a really terrible poem

>> No.11046531

>>11046206
It's the conclusion of a long sermon, anon. Arranged here to look as if it were a poem.

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>>11046206
>poem

>> No.11046538

>>11044407
fault, as in fault line but also same struggles.

>> No.11046621

>>11046538
Right. But we share in those struggles (in one another's struggles) or we do not. To me, that each one of us is individually doomed is beside the point so long as we're alive. Or should be. But I admit it's getting harder to care.

>> No.11046627

>>11046621
I don't agree, it's not a we do or do not.
It's a we do, to what affect.

Merely sharing the same habitat we rub off on others, and they too affect us.

>> No.11046843

>>11046627
Yeah, but this is to dismiss the Aleutian Islands metaphor, in which case some effort (read choice, read will, read decision, read decisive action, read success or failure) WOULD be required even to communicate with one's be-islanded brothers. But sure, we cannot help but be and 'rub off on' those with whom [we] share a 'habitat,' etc.
Perhaps money blinds us with respect to how badly [we] require the goods, the services, and even the goodwill of those around us (howsoever NEET our lifestyle) to live at all. I think it's sad that Donne's metaphor seems lost upon us these days, because today it's more true than ever.