{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

Mr.Odd,
Thank you for your words. As you said, you earn your bread and butter everyday so that´s the priority. So I understand your late response. I am not a sane person. I am not a good person and maybe the circumstances or situations in life have not triggered my dark impulses yet.

"The Logical Positivists believe that only the phenomenal world exists..that there is nothing behind the surface of things-sort of like-what you see is what you get."
I disagree with this view. We live in a very strange world. Mystery surrounds us. When sometimes some people tell me that there is a God I say that the real mysteriy is not God but we,human beings. Are human beings really important? Do we really matter in this universe? Life is complex and so are human beings. In my limited view these logical positivists just play games with words when they say that what you see is what you get. I think they say that because maybe they are not looking deep enough into this world. Of course our five senses limit us in our comprehension. But we sense with the body what surrounds us too.

Sometimes I think that the hidden world is beyond our understanding because maybe that´s what human beings were built for. Maybe like bio computers we humans are upgraded in our little knowledge where our brain is the memory card. Who knows? Maybe I am just writing nonsense here. Stay safe.   

Mr.Holden,aka Hiding Hamster,
I think that some are travelers in a foreign land and others are prisoners in a cell. The problem is that only a few are able to realize that.

"Pessimists approach the situation they find themselves in with much more caution and forbearance. To them, the very inconceivableness of their existence, not to mention its origin and fate after death, is reason enough to refrain from leaving any deep footprints."
Yes, what you write is the truth,the whole truth and nothing but the truth as they say in the U.S. courts. We have no idea why we are here. Yet,  "optimists throw themselves into every aspect of the foreign country with great zeal and interest, as if they've always lived there and were born to do so." Sometimes it makes me sad to see young couples with their babies, smiling and seemingly very happy, not knowing the horror that awaits them. And probably if I "fulfilled" the goals that society imposed upon us I would have joined the crowds of fathers holding their babies as if they were a trophy. A trophy in blood.

Holden, I did not finish my other comment.I read a book by Jacques Bergier and Louis Pauwels many years ago and in one part they wrote about Charles Hoy Fort from the U.S. This man, Charles Fort, spent years and years at the British Museum and the New York Public Library doing research with scientific journals, periodicals, and newspaper clippings. In 1919, he published The Book of the Damned (meaning those who were excluded from true knowledge). He wrote the following:

I think we are property.
I should say we belong to something:
That once upon a time, this earth was No-man’s Land, that other worlds explored and colonized here, and fought among themselves for possession, but now it’s owned by something. That something owns this earth—all others warned off … that all this has been known, perhaps for ages, to certain ones upon this earth, a cult or order, members of which function like bellwethers to the rest of us, or as superior slaves or overseers, directing us in accordance with instructions received—from Somewhere else—in our mysterious usefulness.

Take care of yourself.

 

Senor Raul thank you  for your thoughts.
Our modern narrative of nature is of an order shaped by immense ages of monstrous violence: mass extinctions, the cruel profligacy of an algorithmic logic that squanders ten thousand lives to fashion a single durable type, an evolutionary process that advances not despite, but because of, disease, warfare, predation, famine, and so on. And the majestic order thus forged? One of elemental caprice, natural calamity, the mercilessness of chance—injustice thrives, disaster befalls the innocent, and children suffer.

Society in general seems to be built upon a stack of lies, a stack of "feel good" tricks and impossible delusions. The perpetual existence of the human race is given to be intrinsically valuable.

Keep well.

Mr.Holden,
As always I appreciate your words. I hope you are writing more stories.
"Society in general seems to be built upon a stack of lies, a stack of "feel good" tricks and impossible delusions. The perpetual existence of the human race is given to be intrinsically valuable."
Yes, we, human beings, believe ourselves valuable. We think that our lives are a gift. What a poisoned gift!.  We keep ourselves in the dark and that´s the reason human life continues. As you said we will never face our insignicance in this cold universe.
Keep well. 

Mr.Holden, Surivivor in this vale of tears,
Thank you for your comment. I think by reading Schopenhauer you are already thanking him personally. Reading and comprehending this philosophical genius takes effort and you are doing that.

Sometimes that we,human beings, are able to do anything and everything but there is something that we will never do and that is doing nothing. Why is it that we  are unable to just sit and contemplate the stars without harming anyone? Great mystery!

I live in fear and not knowing when harm and danger can come. I also know that I am willing to cause harm with much pleasure.  Sometimes I wish I could be a monk or a hero to attain serenity and peace.  I am just human subjected to endless torment and to be tormented. You and Hentrich have much written how Schopenhauer advises against committing suicide because it is an affirmation of life.  Why continue life if there is only suffering and pointless life? Not only that are we doomed to suffer but also we deserve to suffer and damnation.This reminds me of the priests and pastors who state that we are born sinful. Sometimes on TV I see these rich politicians and businessmen doing charity. Good works cannot help them escape their greed and selfishness. 

Stay well

Senor Raul,

As Paraguay is a Catholic country,are there any monasteries there?If so, have you visited any & how did you find them?
I want to far,far away from the maddening crowd.I feel sad most of the time.One would call it existential angst, I suppose.

Why is it that we  are unable to just sit and contemplate the stars without harming anyone? Great mystery!

I'd say that our natural state is that of being hungry. When one is hungry the star appears as if it were made of chocolate.

You and Hentrich have much written how Schopenhauer advises against committing suicide because it is an affirmation of life.  Why continue life if there is only suffering and pointless life?

Why don't I gulp down a couple of poison pills? I am certainly tempted. However, when one does that what is one saying essentially?

http://www.oneindia.com/india/bengaluru-denied-hall-ticket-engineering-student-commits-suicide-on-exam-day-2479347.html

This man did it because of a certain reason.What if he got what he wanted?
Suicide is conditional rejection of life-if I don't get "X" then I don't want to be around,renunciation is acknowledging the fact that even if I got "X",I am still not going to be happy. That I still want out.

Even if I were to become the richest and most handsome and healthy & powerful man ever-I still want out.

The problem is not the hand of card given by fate to me.The problem is the game itself.

Herr Holden,
"We are supposed to be a nation on the rise but what I see around me are solitary and marginal figures,reduced in possessions and body,negotiating a hostile or indifferent world. Nothing is more real than nothing."
I often hear that India is the fastest growing nation, the largest democracy in the world, a country with nuclear weapons, that India is going to surpass China in population. Those solitary and marginal figures mean nothing to those in power.

I don´t watch much TV, but yesterday I saw a female Indian reporter being crushed by a palmtree.
So once more take care of yourself.

I find the process of sinking into a familiar mild depression fascinating.

It is so familiar in fact, that I can hardly bring myself to use the clinical term, "depression," to describe it.  It is said that during clinical depression, the subject loses interest in hobbies; and yet my little ritual of becoming ever so slightly depressed seems to creep in while engaged in my hobby as a nonprofessional mathematical technician. 

It is so familiar to me that I am actually comforted by my total indifference to happiness.

Is it possible to be happily depressed?

I think that I may be happily depressed studying mathematics.