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Hunger
« Reply #795 on: July 31, 2021, 10:21:21 am »

I don’t care for the world, for life. It is all meaningless and there is no remedy for the agony I experience. Hunger drives men to go to the offices, maybe libido too. I wonder if there is a way to overcome hunger once and for all.

Seven billion people running around, killing and humiliating each other because their belly aches if they have not gorged something for a few hours.

Hunger.

I am not even counting animals here. I wonder how much food I have eaten since I was a baby. But this hunger is insatiable, I feel fine after I eat for a few hours ,maybe even for a couple of days and then the hunger pangs assail me.

Giving in to them means, for me and for most men, going to an office or a factory, where they will be humiliated ,almost every single day,so, in the final analysis, one is forced to put up with a great deal of suffering and humiliation because one needs to eat.

“Diogenes, an ancient Greek philosopher, would masturbate in public. When asked why he would respond, "If only it were as easy to banish hunger by rubbing my belly."

So, I find that Diogenes also was grappling with the same problem.I sometimes really cannot believe that I am on a planet that is best described as bedlam.
Marx was wrong. Industrial strikes are pointless. The capitalists know how to break them up. If people are serious about getting back at the capitalists then they need to go on a long reproduction  strike. Ricardo knew that about two hundred years back.

I like to think that the day they finally throw me out on the street, I would be philosophical enough and gutsy enough to fight back against hunger, but one never knows such things in advance.

Would I become a waiter once again to feed my belly? That is a possibility.

But I think there might a chink in the robust armor of hunger.I see beggars on the streets, even old ones, who I think, prefer to continue to live, even in great agony, than to face the reality once and for all. But is a humiliating life, without a shred of dignity, worth it?

If one contracts leprosy does one continue to eat? Apparently.Men choose a humiliating life over a dignified death every single day. Am I one of them? I do not know yet.
I suffer from panic attacks and during those attacks it is just terrible, I feel terrible.A complete mess.My nose flares , my breathing becomes rapid. I am just like a cornered animal then. Then again, rightly viewed, is not the whole of life a drawn-out panic attack?

What do I believe in? Gods? Demons? Well, I believe in Hunger and Panic attacks. Because they come and visit me everyday. I concede I do not understand the psychopaths who get married and have babies. I just wish to be left alone in a room.Even without any food. Just for a few days.  A couple of weeks. That should do it.
This world,human world, is build upon deceit and lies. And the natural world?

Upon Hunger.

I have quite a few nephews thanks to my cousins and I cannot help but wonder if at least one of them, when he grows up,would  come to the same conclusions.

Humiliation and Hunger. Hunger and Humiliation.

That is my fate. The fate of all of mankind.

 
La Tristesse Durera Toujours                                  (The Sadness Lasts Forever ...)
-van Gogh.