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When Christianity claims that abstinence from worldly pleasures is highly auspicious it claims that worldly pleasures are inherently desirable. An argument indistinguishable from Biological Essentialism/Human Nature.

Christians are Atheists.

I'm not sure if I'm being stupid by being so broad about my interests (engineering grad into literature/philosophy and pursuing a career in the natural sciences).

I want to excel in something, but I can't tell if this broadness is just a waste of precious time or if a wide base of conceptual metaphors is a precondition of genius.

I know you're being ironic, but according to what?
The Bible does promise the cessation of existence, to some. In the Revelation, it's referred to as the Second Death.

I wish I were beautiful. I would trade anything for it. All is vanity but vanity.

I wish I was like Hamlet.

It's funny that pornography addiction is the least sexy addiction.

Getting really fucking tired of being sick.

Why would you respond seriously to someone who you know is acting ironically?
Anyway, "to some" is an understatement. If the Bible is true, most people just die. Very, very few are resurrected, and fewer get to see the Kingdom of Heaven.
And if you want me to be honest, I think we should all be very glad that death is the end, to the point I sometimes think it's very suspicious that life and death seems so simple.

For a brief moment, I could communicate. Words flowed freely in voice and in writing, but now, I recede, I return to my role as an antenna. A quit revolves around me, I cannot search the past or predict the future, I am trapped in the present. No waves to share.

What I mean is it could be worse. For example, try to imagine if, instead of eternal slumber upon death, there was reincarnation upon death. Odds are you'd reincarnate as a third world subhuman for most of the times. You'd have to go through all of life's bullshittery for eternity.

>Why would you respond seriously to someone who you know is acting ironically?
Because the comment was misrepresenting what it ironized.
>I think we should all be very glad that death is the end
[citation needed]

If you assume the pro-choice position that the unborn either isn't human or isn't valuable then why is it wrong to force somebody to have an abortion? It seems analogous to forcing somebody to have their tonsils or a rotten tooth removed. They're both benign surgeries that parents might be able to force their child to undergo. The state may also be able to force somebody they deem mentally incompetent to undergo these procedures as well in an effort to preserve quality of life. I can't think of any reason abortion shouldn't be treated the same.

Can it really be "pro-choice" to say there's circumstance where it would be morally acceptable to force women to have abortions?

>[citation needed]
Are you implying we should mourn that death is the end? For some people, maybe death is a bad thing. But I believe that life is just pointless suffering for the vast majority of humans.

If there is any justice in this world, it lies in the fact people who have it hard (most of them) know they don't have to live through this shit forever.

But you view this as progression. This isn't progression, it's elusive life which serves its brief stints of time. The same as people who have worried over eternal reccurence, you forget this has happened equally as long as it will happen.

Real talk here fellas. What literary archetype does Harold most closely resemble?

Laertes

Get well soon, user!

I like that picture. It's lonely. I like lonely. I am happy to be alone. The world is fluffy.

I just want out
I’m tired of all the hassle that comes with life and the constant struggle that if I were to die I would have no complaints
I’m pushing myself down a path that I don’t even like and I can’t do the things I want because of my family
I don’t care if there’s an afterlife, a void, or a reancarnation cycle I just want to stop
But my body keeps soldering on, as if my instinct of survival and power are overriding my brain, as if I’m in a constant battle between anger and sadness

Behind.
You feel disgusted and behind.
Brilliant streaks of color-
flash and absorb.
Listless, unnerved
You plunge into disdain.

Kids and gender,
Original sin, you're the sinner
You see your screens,
Black shirts and rainbow winners.
You scream-a reaction.
Reaction is futile.
Now a whirlpool of emotion.
You are wrong. They tell you you you
Are wrong to think and feel.
Your identity must be pulverized.
You see your nation, your nation hates you
Gorged on drugs and light and sex,
There is no more room for you.

MELTDOWN: YOUR PALPITATIONS RAPID
PrEpARE fOr WARR
The drum beats.
codes CODES
There is NO! no room for you.
Behind.

Listless or wrath?
Butterflies, orange and black.
Hallucinate or internet?
OVER THE RAINBOW.
YOU FEEL BUT DO NOT THINK
YOU HAVE BEEN LED ASTRAY,
inveigled, reaction engineered reaction.
You are behind. CORRUPTED FILES.
BEHIND!

Life would be so much better if I were dumber. I've tried hitting my head with varying amounts of force but all I've won is a hospital bill. I am going to try oxygen deprivation next.

The pro-choice position isn't that an embryo is neither human nor valuable, and if you weren't so blinded by your own ideology you might be able to approach the subject in good faith

If you were actually smart you'd either use a gun, a bridge or a train track. Perhaps rather than being dumb, you are an attention whore.

Awh man. I know that feeling all too well.

esplain?

I don't want to die, I just want to shed some IQ points.

Are you me?

Shoot yourself in the side of the head with a nail gun. You won't die, but you will become retarded, guaranteed. Problem solved.

I don't see how anyone can object to my characterization of the pro-choice position. The unborn from the moment of conception is genetically distinct organism that belongs to the species homo sapiens. The only way to reconcile these biological facts with the belief that its okay to kill them is to hold the position that the unborn are not valuable, that they're not "fully human" or that they don't deserve the same equal rights as other humans for whatever reason.

I'll try it next, I already bought the helium tank, so.

They put a lot of chemicals in helium tanks nowadays to prevent suicide. Chemicals like sulfur which will make your survival instinct kick in, you'll have better luck trying to drown yourself in a sink. If becoming dumb is all you want, simply stop exercising - both body and brain -. And eat like you want to be morbidly obese. Eat nothing but pizza, burgers, hot dogs, ice cream and all kinds of colorful candies and other industrialized products you can find at grocery stores. Alcohol and drugs will also be strong allies.

Stop trying to make yourself retarded and just go to a place where people are smarter than you

The Universe arose from non-existence.
After death, there is non-existence.
Does that mean that .... ??

our live are a blink in terms of the universe's existence
so we must make the most of our time and fear no failure as the sands of times will was away your sins and errors

Not good enough. I want to thank the universe for giving me the opportunity to exist. I want to save the universe from the heat death. I want to revel in existence eternal.

you can't (maybe)
human are just human, residents of a plan larger than we can comprehend. eventually we will explore it and humans will live even longer but we were born then, we were born now. We discover and create to leave the future with something to better life.
all you can hope for is reincarnation

I am alone. My head has been numb for days, the gaping parasitic void that has been festering in the cold hollow core of my chest has been eating me from the inside for a long time. I can feel it. I am in great pain. It seems this is all I can feel at times. I am an unnecessary and redundant person.

>this is your brain on atheism
"Arose out of non-existence" is complete nonsense. Nothing arises out of nothing. Nothing is not. You are essentially denying your own intelligence and reason itself, yet simultaneously you attempt to use it. This level of delusion is incredible to behold.
"Why is there something rather than nothing" is a much better question to ponder than the puddle-deep, fundamentally self-contradictory ideas you're occupied with.

I feel the need to explore the depths of my mind with others, as a sport or an adventure, but every time I approach others even remotely, I am stunned by their inherent difference, and opt out to do something else instead.

Why don't we all stop moping about and start taking the hits the world delivers to us with aptitude?

cause i'm tired of getting hit
I do work out but depression is a bitch to live with especially when your on medication that you hate

I'm in a similar situation. I view them as the toxin one needs to consume in order to progress through these times that necessitate chemical alteration to begin with.
>Nobody has ever lived in such good conditions! Mouse utopia forever!
Disgusting. However, this guy is completely right. I'm merely procrastinating. Self-hatred is a drug that helps with that.
It's a spiral similar to (or identical, even) hell.

Die In-Group prügelt gegen Außenstehende, um ihre eigene Begrenzung spüren zu können.

You ever look into the mirror and ahve the urge to punch that stupid, ugly, useless motherfucker. I wish I could live through childhood again and again, its better than knowing

you should workout
at least you'll see your body progress as your mental state deteriorates from emotions and age

And now with a translation:
The in-group is kicking against onlookers to sense their own limits.
Sadly, I don't think it can be translated well.

I thought I've come to terms with my imminent suicide but I've been having some reservations recently. So, you put the gun against your head, pull the trigger, and then- what?

What does it feel like to become nothing?

Why don't you check it out and report back

back of the ear is most effective
but don't do it user we must struggle

I wanna become something different in the future, and I hope that the college I end up picking turns out to be good, life is confusing, and frustrating

Not him but,
Imagine telling someone who is drowning That they must.

you swim you don't just submit to the ocean
as a man with depression as well i'm telling you we must push forward

A kid got raped in my high school 2 days ago, no one mentioned it in school, and I feel like the kids would get away with it. I heard that the kid tried to fight them off but he was only a freshman, and around 10 kids were watching it happen. If that shit ever happens to me then I'll end up killing myself at some point

I just did. Wouldn't recomend it honestly.

fuck did they catch who did it?
>befriend that guy man

A man's world can be shaped into whatever a man desires. A man must simply take what is his.

Why must we push forward my dear brother?

Time will drag us if we won't. However, there is more to it. I have heard from a reliable source that there is a paradise waiting for us if we succeed this trial phase.

because life has always been struggle
we must overcome all challenges as it is in our nature to prevail
if we gave up back when we felt sad or tired we would still be in the stone ages.
our history is a battle from birth to death, and once we are laid to rest may we relax. until that day we must improve both ourselves and the world around us

If, after two months I don't become reasonably intelligent and stop being a moron who's incapable of comprehending what he reads in the first or second try, and has a terrible memory, as well as being prone to headaches from trying too hard to even reach a basic comprehension, I will end this supposed quest to become a philosopher then and there, and will find something else to do.

This is it, lads.

It's hard to do anything when you're a malnourished, overworked piece of shit.

That fantasy fiction is stuck in its own tropes is a testament to the fact that its symbols are really not symbols that lead to eternal principles, simple metaphors, discardable in the modern era for new ones as Jung would think. The samurai and the cowboy, though they might be similar, can never be exactly the same in function or form. That it was required for one to change into the other when entering another culture again signifies there's a particular element that is taken out there. That "vestigial" elements in art remain, does not signify simply a form of conservatism, clinging or retrogress -- much to the contrary, it is typically the repressed, "decayed" elements that are usually recycled to form the "new" culture, which can adapt very easily because they are taken as mere symbols; rather, what it means is that these elements still function in our era, that, between a past and present time, there is *no* cleancut separation -- and therefore no possible return.

youtube.com/watch?v=I9sEYl5WPe0

I'm depressed as fuck and I've decided to become a daily masturbator and stuff myself with food all day to keep myself from comitting suicide. I know it's far from healthy but I don't see any way to give myself a somewhat positive experience while I try to sort myself out.

>2 months.

Give it at least a year, 2 months is nothing.

I mean from a point of view of accumulated knowledge you're right. But I mostly wanna see if my brain can get better, i think 2 months is enough to get it to something like it's normal potential.

I hate it when I come across some really beautiful spot while hiking, or some cool vista of the city lit up at night, and I recognize how beautiful it is but I don't feel the accompanying sense of wonder that I think I'm supposed to. I just really want to be blown away by something until I'm shedding tears of joy

There is no separation in my thoughts. I seem to go on and on about stuff that I've already resolved. I refuse to let go of things, emotion is a tricky pony. Maybe one day I will be able to finally rest again, let me mind flow.

I hate wasting my youth on spending thousands of dollars to read textbooks all day. I regret deciding to go back to school. I could be hiking mountains in the Caucasus or sitting at a pub in Edinburgh with a pint in hand with some good company. Instead I'm sitting in my parent's basement studying hills and soil erosion. I should have never stopped traveling. I miss my old life. This university bullshit better pay off.

That's a lovely painting.

Why do self destructive things to make you happy? Get into a self fulfilling hobby like cycling or hiking.

I feel like that elusive sense of wonder has been stifled by the sensory and information overload of the modern age, presently in ever increasing doses via the Internet. It will only get worse. Hooray for virtual reality and more potent ways of replacing the crisp starry skies with bright blue promises of a better everything. The cities are a dystopia of hypnotic subtlety.

ye ye boi i feel ya masturbatio+internet+´junk food are a last man's hope

Why would you want to escape into a virtual world instead of trying to improve the real one, and the people in it?

Ever since that day I've been having a lot of abstractions. My concentration seems to dive in some kind of visual thought [each objective element represents and fully characterizes a whole subjective concept]. It was a scene of crepuscular sunbeams, while riding the bus to my home.
1) The Sky. Vast, the matrix of the landscape. The womb. The feminine, encompassing the other elements (its children).
2) The Clouds. Big masses of gas riding the sky, forever moving, forever forward. Were they ignorant of what they were causing? Were they aware of their movement? Did the Hills resent the clouds for allowing shadows and light?
3) The Sun. Perfectly. A circumference of yellow fire. Irradiating its presence to the unknown and the known.
4) The Light. The sunbeams, projections of the Sun. They are not the same than the Sun, but each one of them has the Sun inside itself. Yet they create something different -intrinsically bound and related to the Sun, yes, but radically different- they carry the Sun to the Hills. Sky and Clouds they go through, Hills they get to.
5) The Hills. The earth. They receive the light and the shadow (made by the Sun and the Clouds).
6) The Observer. Only from this window of the bus and this time of the day and this day I am able to see this. I'd like to be on the top of the tallest Hill. But then I wouldn't be able to see this. I'd see the Sky. No sunbeams and no Hills. I'd see Valleys and Wind and Grass.
It's still unclear to me what element I represent in this vision, and what element/s I'm supposed to thrive for. For now, I'm the Observer. I was the Light for a couple of minutes and the Sky immediately after that.
I feel I'm still missing one element (maybe a non-element), but that was what I could discern from this experience.
It looked something like pic related.

I don't know, would I?

You've never worked such a hard day in your life then, when nothing can stop you from desiring that sleep without dreams, that kind of sleep that when you wake up the next day you remember nothing and you feel refreshed. Your body desires a sleep without dreams when you've worked yourself to exhaustion.

You might want to say that God, or science can name what death is like, but only the experience of this sleep is a valid descriptor. It is pain that we go through to get there and the question of waking that brings the fear of being into non-being.

You're welcome. And now, please die.

I had a realization today. I struggle to express to it.

I've been having a recurring dream where somebody tells me that they're going to torture me until I tell them where someone or something is and I tell them that I'm just going to lie on every question and I've been ready to die for a long time and in fact I've been expecting to be tortured to death, been dreaming of it for years and years.

Now why can't I just get off my ass when I'm awake?

I was supposed to spend all of tonight studying for an Econ exam tomorrow morning. I've instead found myself here again. Whoops, another failure added to my list.

As an attractive person I must tell you it's really not that great. It's probably a bit better than being ugly. But when it comes to relationships and friendships with the opposite sex, you develop a mild paranoia of them either being with you because of how you look or just trying to get into your pants when you really need a friend. At least if and once, as an ugly person, you put yourself out there, you know without doubt people wholly enjoy your company for who you are. You're probably young.

Do it anyway?

I like to think that people are complex like in short stories, but out here it feels like humanity is romanticized.

My roommate smokes weed all day watching tv. As his friend, it's kind of frustrating but also sad. I don't think he has any ambitions whatsoever.

At the same time, do I have any right to tell him how to live his life? It's not like I'm some fucking sage who has life figured out. I'm just doing my best to make my own way and pursue my own goals.

What do guys?

Hitler did nothing wrong according to Nietzsche

I have friend's like this, they figure it out on their own eventually. The best way I pushed my friends was to push myself, once you raise the bar they realize what they're doing wrong. Live by example.

Then what is the pro-choice position?

wow look you're a hypocrite and you don't even know it!

you're confused about the meaning of "desirable"

800 books on my exponentially growing to-read list, vast majority is nonfiction. And I'm barely reading anything.