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

Holden,

Thank you for Voltaire´s poem.

Below there is a link to an article about Leo Tolstoi and the meaning of life.

You and the readers of this blog may find it interesting.



https://www.themarginalian.org/2014/06/03/tolstoy-confession/

Some days it was better to stay in bed with the covers pulled up.

Bukowski

A thinking person is by nature an unhappy person-Bernhard

I am a machine with feelings but no freedom.

Quảng Đức emerged from the car along with two other monks. One placed a cushion on the road while the second opened the trunk and took out a five-gallon petrol can. As the marchers formed a circle around him, Quảng Đức calmly sat down in the traditional Buddhist meditative lotus position on the cushion. A colleague emptied the contents of the petrol container over Quảng Đức's head. Quảng Đức rotated a string of wooden prayer beads and recited the words Nam mô A Di Đà Phật ("Homage to Amitābha Buddha") before striking a match and dropping it on himself. Flames consumed his robes and flesh, and black oily smoke emanated from his burning body.

David Halberstam wrote:

"I was to see that sight again, but once was enough. Flames were coming from a human being; his body was slowly withering and shriveling up, his head blackening and charring. In the air was the smell of burning human flesh; human beings burn surprisingly quickly. Behind me I could hear the sobbing of the Vietnamese who were now gathering. I was too shocked to cry, too confused to take notes or ask questions, too bewildered to even think ... As he burned he never moved a muscle, never uttered a sound, his outward composure in sharp contrast to the wailing people around him."

(Taken from Wikipedia)

Baby in bombed-out ruins in Shanghai

Holden,

Thank you again for your quotes, the video clip, Micro Aggression Victims Unit, from the Law and Order series and the picture of the Vietnamese monk dying in flames and the picture of the baby in bombed-out ruins in Shanghai.

There is a positive aspect of the so-called plandemic. It makes me see people in ways that I find surprising and sad at the same time. I do not say that I am better than them. I am just another earthling tossed into this slaughterhouse called Earth. As I said several times in the board we are just food or cannon fodder. This is clearly not a pleasant view of life.

Many say that you have to enjoy life. How can you do that once you realize you are living in a human farm?

Some people asked me why I did not kill myself since I have these dark views. Well, I suppose when I get extremely tired of myself I may exit myself. Who knows what can happen?

Take care.

Holden,

Thank you for your words and the painting. I hope you are doing allright. Things have been different all these months because Hentrich is not able to post as he used  to do it. I wish him the best wherever he is and whatever he is doing.

Indeed, life sucks. But the damage has been done. We have been brought here, to this slaughterhouse. Sometimes I hoped a lightning would hit me and finish all this.  Well, I could have taken the Covid vaccine and suffer the consequences.

You understand many things much more than most people. What you have been writing in the board all these years is proof of your sharp mind. Of course that comes with a heavy price and you are paying it now.

Sometimes I envy those who have no time for existential or philosophical issues. I understand them. After all I myself did not think much about those issues. Why complicate life? Specially now that most people think we will go back to normal as if the pandemic was just a temporary disturbance.

Stay safe.