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>> No.21835372

"Thermonuclear" is just smug nuclear

>> No.21835375
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21835375

The book that broke my buck.

I CAN'T COPE

>> No.21835389

>>21835364
On the contrary. It freed me.

>> No.21835396

>>21835389
How so?

>> No.21835420

>>21835364
You keep posting threads about this book to troll. Everything in it is mostly outdated and has been thoroughly debunked. Nice try at an intellectual discussion, though.

>> No.21835440

>>21835420
Denial, Becker wins again.

>> No.21835481

Downloading this to my e-reader right now!
I hope it's as good as Better Never To Have Been!

>> No.21835627

>>21835364
It's shit.
The only blackpill it contains is that people in the late 20th century were so fucking stupid this got a pullitzer prize for nonfiction. It's fucking nonsense, so poorly argued it makes me doubt its intuitively obvious thesis.
Please stop making threads about it.

>> No.21835673
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21835673

>Becker wins again

>> No.21835703

>>21835420
are you, like, in "denial of death"?

>> No.21835708

>>21835673
>This is a universal form of play
i certainly never fucking did this shit

>> No.21835735
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>>21835703
We're here now, aren't we? Who's to say we can't be here again? What is the nature of consciousness and is it a fundamental property of the universe? Is death only a language-game, a linguistic parlor-trick?

There is only life and thus God.

>> No.21835767

>>21835673
this is nonsensical babble

>> No.21835769

>>21835708
denial

>> No.21835778

>>21835769
im not denying death im denying that i ever stuck my finger up my ass and smeared shit on the walls when i was a toddler. I never observed any of my younger siblings or cousins doing this shit. It's such a retarded claim to make when you can easily empirically falsify it.

>> No.21835780

>>21835372
get his smug ass

>> No.21835785

>>21835673
>painting the walls with shit and sticking things up his ass
>this is universal behavior for kids
So psychoanalysts are all kid diddlers right?

>> No.21835803

>>21835673
It's like this guy has only encountered case studies. Kids any age like butt and fart jokes. Most kids don't purposely engage in play with their shit.

>> No.21835843

>>21835780
>get his smug ass
>ass play
>Becker wins again
>>21835778
More denial
Becker wins again

>> No.21836454

>There is an Eastern fable, told long ago, of a traveller overtaken on a plain by an enraged beast. Escaping from the beast he gets into a dry well, but sees at the bottom of the well a dragon that has opened its jaws to swallow him. And the unfortunate man, not daring to climb out lest he should be destroyed by the enraged beast, and not daring to leap to the bottom of the well lest he should be eaten by the dragon, seizes s twig growing in a crack in the well and clings to it. His hands are growing weaker and he feels he will soon have to resign himself to the destruction that awaits him above or below, but still he clings on. Then he sees that two mice, a black one and a white one, go regularly round and round the stem of the twig to which he is clinging and gnaw at it. And soon the twig itself will snap and he will fall into the dragon's jaws. The traveller sees this and knows that he will inevitably perish; but while still hanging he looks around, sees some drops of honey on the leaves of the twig, reaches them with his tongue and licks them. So I too clung to the twig of life, knowing that the dragon of death was inevitably awaiting me, ready to tear me to pieces; and I could not understand why I had fallen into such torment. I tried to lick the honey which formerly consoled me, but the honey no longer gave me pleasure, and the white and black mice of day and night gnawed at the branch by which I hung. I saw the dragon clearly and the honey no longer tasted sweet. I only saw the unescapable dragon and mice, and I could not tear my gaze from them. and this is not a fable but the real unanswerable truth intelligible to all. The deception of the joys of life which formerly allayed my terror of the dragon now no longer deceived me. No matter how often I may be told, "You cannot understand the meaning of life so do not think about it, but live," I can no longer do it: I have already done it too long. I cannot now help seeing day and night going round and bringing me to death. That is all I see, for that alone is true. All else is false. The two drops of honey which diverted my eyes from the cruel truth longer than the rest: my love of family, and of writing -- art as I called it -- were no longer sweet to me. "Family"... said I to myself. But my family -- wife and children -- are also human. They are placed just as I am: they must either live in a lie or see the terrible truth. Why should they live? Why should I love them, guard them, bring them up, or watch them? That they may come to the despair that I feel, or else be stupid? Loving them, I cannot hide the truth from them: each step in knowledge leads them to the truth. And the truth is death.

Leo Tolstoy, A Confession

>> No.21836472

>>21835673
>Didn't stick fingers up my ass therefore I deny death
Religious thinking comes in many shapes

>> No.21836727

>>21835364
An oversimplification of the human experience that fails to take into account why consciousness *is*; indeed, why it is the *way it is*. Personally what this book claims seems reductive and might as well be a call for you to kill yourself outright and get it over with, yet the vast panoply and breadth of experience conflicts with that call. To be human is to want to know, not to fear; if we were completely consumed with the obsession of fear, there would be no progress, no advancement in the arts or sciences. But there has been and there will be, and I think that goes beyond the mere ambition to transcend this mortal coil and obtain immortality. We only know a fraction of what is out there in the observable universe; quantum mechanics is an inchoate field, consciousness is a mystery, and the Big Bang is, on the face of it, absolutely incredible to think about. To whittle all this wonder and discovery and emotion down to, "humans just can't accept death" is absolutely the most profound reductio ad absurdum I can think of. I don't know what anyone can do with themselves besides kill oneself after reading this book. I prefer to stay in awe, regardless of what evolutionary theory tells me; I prefer to stay in awe of the unknown, not in fear or in anger.

>> No.21836744

>>21835364
Like so many psychoanalytic works, it’s neurotic Jews projecting their particular challenges on the rest of us.

>> No.21836772

>>21836727
Genuinely great post, you should consider writing a blog or otherwise publishing/distributing your writing and ideas.

>> No.21836833

at the end didn't he say everyone should become christians like kierkegaard or some shit? did any of you guys actually read it? i did. it sucked, but i'm not sure it says what you think it says.

>> No.21836871

>>21836833
Yeah, it's pretty bad. I'm actually mostly on board with the central thesis but he grounds it so heavily in wildly unfalsifiable Freudian nonsense that it's hard to take his argument seriously. I found the book to be a pretty massive letdown

>> No.21836890

>>21836871
yeah, i think most people go through life without even thinking about what they're doing at all day to day never mind the fact that they're going to croak eventually. maybe upper middle class who have long time horizons and so are willing to make long term investments in education and careers are like that feeling their goals bumping up against their inevitable death, but i think most people just don't dwell on the shit that much.

>> No.21837041

>>21835364
Retroactively BTFO'd by Girard. The foundation of every civilization is ACCEPTING death in the form a sacrificial scapegoat. Talmudic scholars like Becker hate this because they think their religion is special.

>> No.21837643

>>21836454
Fucking brutal blackpill

>> No.21837645

>>21837041
You can perfectly reconcile Becker with Girard ye dumb bitch.

>> No.21837665

>>21837643
The book concludes with a whitepill of Tolstoy accepting God as the only solution to death anxiety and mortality, but most people today probably won’t do the same.
https://en.m.wikisource.org/wiki/A_Confession_(Maude%27s_translation)/XVI

>> No.21837722

>>21837665
Tolstoy, Becker, Kierkegaard all took the leap of faith after the dark night of soul. Our messiah was the weary prophet, Cioran. We're too prideful and unfortunate do faith.