Ideas are one thing and what happens is another. [/b]
Wow, what if that is actually true?
Our intention is to affirm this life, not to bring order out of chaos, nor to suggest improvements in creation, but simply to wake up to the very life we’re living, which is so excellent once one gets one’s mind and desires out of its way and lets it act of it’s own accord.
People really do think like this, he thought.
I have nothing to say, and I am saying it.
Repeat as necessary.
The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful. And very shortly you discover that there is no reason.
Not much ugly shit that doesn’t include.
My favorite music is the music I haven’t yet heard.
The truth is that liberal humanism is at once largely ineffectual, and the best ideology of the ‘human’ that present bourgeois society can muster. [/b]
Let’s call it the best of all the best of all possible worlds.
Dawkins considers that all faith is blind faith, and that Christian and Muslim children are brought up to believe unquestioningly. Not even the dim-witted clerics who knocked me about at grammar school thought that.
Come on, some of them do.
With fiction, you can talk about plot, character and narrative, whereas a poem brings home the fact that everything that happens in a work of literature happens in terms of language.
Is that tricky enough for you?
Evil is often supposed to be without rhyme or reason.
Like, coincidently, good.
Nothing in human life is inherently private.
Okay, then follow me around for a few days.
If it is true that we need a degree of certainty to get by, it is also true that too much of the stuff can be lethal.
The absolute truth is the thing that makes people laugh.[/b]
You at me, me at you.
I am an atheist. I have a very different take on who God is. Man invented God because he needed him. God is us.
Is that funny enough for you?
I once wrote that there are 15 things I know about God, and one is that he is allergic to shellfish.
That and atheists.
The other thing about comedy is that - you don’t even know if you’re failing in drama, but you do know when you’re failing in comedy. When you go to a comedy and you don’t hear anybody laughing, you know that you’ve failed.
Next up: the other thing about philosophy.
I was a teletype operator in the army, so that’s where I learned to type.
Wow. Me too. 72B20.
When I found out I could write I was shocked! I didn’t know I could write.
When cornered, desperate, or isolated, man reverts to those instincts that aim straight at survival. Quick and just. They will always be the trump cards because they are passed on more frequently from one generation to the next than the gentler genes. It is not a morality, but simple math. Among themselves, doves fight as often as hawks.[/b]
What if it really is as simple as that.
Biology sees right and wrong as the same color in different light.
Like night and day.
Kya remembered, those many years ago, Ma warning her older sisters about young men who overrevved their rusted-out pickups or drove jalopies around with radios blaring. “Unworthy boys make a lot of noise,” Ma had said. She read a consolation for females. Nature is audacious enough to ensure that the males who send out dishonest signals or go from one female to the next almost always end up alone.
I know that I did.
Of course I was just lucky.
Life had made her an expert at mashing feelings into a storable size.
That and burying them altogether.
Most of what she knew, she’d learned from the wild. Nature had nurtured, tutored, and protected her when no one else would.
Can you say that? Would you even want to?
Kya was bonded to her planet and its life in a way few people are. Rooted solid in this earth. Born of this mother.
I once asked him/satyr why he switched so… he said he didn’t know.
He seems to have reverted back to his natural default setting, and not those of the OCD thinking that had consumed his mind with their invasive demeanour, that at some point happens to us all.
Virtuous people are simply those who have not been tempted sufficiently, because they live in a vegetative state, or because their purposes are so concentrated in one direction that they have not had the leisure to glance around them. [/b]
Sounds about right, he thought.
Farewell my friends, I go to glory.
Well, she’s either there or she’s not.
It seems to me monstrous that anyone should believe that the jazz rhythm expresses America. Jazz rhythm expresses the primitive savage.
Well, she was a racist, right?
No composer has yet caught this rhythm of America - it is too mighty for the ears of most.
White rhythm anyway.
These people seemed so enwrapped in snobbishness and the glory of being rich that they had no art sense whatever.
Yep, they’re still around.
To express what is the most moral, healthful and beautiful in art this is the mission of the dancer, and to this I dedicate my life.
All I know is that I shall be alone again. There is nothing more terrible than to be alone among human beings. [/b]
Some will diagree. Vehemently, for example.
One never gets to know a person’s character better than by watching his behavior during decisive moments… It is always only danger which forces the most deeply hidden strengths and abilities of a human being to come forth.
Here? To post or not to post!
To be happy, to become creative, man must always be strengthened by faith in the meaning of his own existence.
No, he really meant it.
In history, the moments during which reason and reconciliation prevail are short and fleeting.
Would you like me to explain that?
Unless our souls had root in soil divine
We could not bear earth’s overwhelming strife.
The fiercest pain that racks this heart of mine,
Convinces me of everlasting life.
Would you like me to explain that?
Often the presence of mind and energy of a person remote from the spotlight decide the course of history for centuries to come.
“The day science begins to study non-physical phenomena, it will make more progress in one decade than in all the previous centuries of its existence.” Nikola Tesla[/b]
Nope, not yet.
“Life is and will ever remain an equation incapable of solution, but it contains certain known factors.” Nikola Tesla
All that science stuff for example.
"It’s only because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves.” Franz Kafka
Yo, Kids, are you going to take that?
“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.” Edgar Allan Poe
Yeah, there is that part.
“Experience has shown, and a true philosophy will always show, that a vast, perhaps the larger, portion of truth arises from the seemingly irrelevant.” Edgar Allan Poe
That probably means something important, right?
“The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.” Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Don’t be ashamed of who you are, embrace who you are.[/b]
Like who you are is irrelevant.
If you’re weird, it’s good to be weird.
Well, not counting some of the weirdos here, anyway.
That is really the freedom that allows you to create something that is exciting because who knows what’s true?
See, I told you.
Nipples aren’t killing children. They should be more concerned about the wars that are happening. There’s so much violence in the world. There are so many legitimate things to be upset about besides nipples.
The bigger the better, I always says.
I’ve always felt like I’m from another planet.
Well, she’s always on mine.
I’m not into social media. I’m like from another century.
That the will of the people can be established by voting for democrats is, of course, a delusion. Yet when considering a non-threatening system for deciding between diverse interests, then voting, of course, can be regarded as a humane and civilized process.[/b]
So, what do you think, close enough?
A man who wants the truth becomes a scientist; a man who wants to give free play to his subjectivity may become a writer; but what should a man do who wants something in between?
A context, right?
The thought came to me that all one loves in art becomes beautiful. Beauty is nothing but the expression of the fact that something is being loved.
Not much that doesn’t explain.
Unfortunately?
…love must be regarded as one of the religious and dangerous experiences, because it lifts people out of the arms of reason and sets them afloat with no ground under their feet.
Hate too.
I know: like that will ever stop them.
Don’t you know that every perfect life would be the end of art?
Not counting Norman Rockwell of course.
Or Bob Ross?
And since the possession of qualities presupposes that one takes a certain pleasure in their reality, all this gives us a glimpse of how it may all of a sudden happen to someone who cannot summon up any sense of reality — even in relation to himself — that one day he appears to himself as a man without qualities.
I love acting. Oh, God, I love it. But all this fame and all this bullshit attention. I’m not supernatural. I’ve done nothing extremely special to deserve the position. It happens every couple of years, and it’s happened to hundreds of people before me.
Happen to anyone here?
In the birthing process, you come out just realizing how stupid and weak men are! I mean, I might as well not have been in there, we’re useless!
I actually think I know what he means.
Do I really look like a guy with a plan?
Now in particular.
Want know how I got these scars? My father was a drinker and a fiend. And one night he goes off crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself. He doesn’t like that. Not one bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me, and he says, ‘why so serious?’ He comes at me with the knife. ‘Why so serious?!’. He sticks the blade in my mouth. ‘Let’s put a smile on that face!’
You tell me.
I’m born to be a father. And I’ve been looking forward to this all my life.