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

Coincidentally, I came across a copy of his Desert Solitaire last week and have begun reading it.

I wish everyone on this board well and I am slowly going through the recent comments. Nothing more to add at the moment; take care.

Holden,

Yes, it is possible that somebody passes away in his/her sleep. It sometimes happens.

A pessimistic thinker is able to see that men and women are only pure at the beginning of their lives. Later as they grow older everything becomes darkness and corruption. Children are still innocent because they are far from vices. Consider yourself blessed for having a negative market value. 

You had quite an experience working at that hotel. Trying to understand the existence is a long mission. You worked in a very bad place, you write, but having worked in this hotel helped you gain some understanding of this sorry affair called life.

You have a friend from Danzig and his name is Arthur Schopenhauer. Yes, millions eat, sleep, ffucck, and reproduce. In other circumstances I would have done the same thing and like many I would have been proud of having a family. Fortunately I did not marry and I did not father a child.   

You say you do not believe in the hand of Providence but maybe it is Providence who led you to correspond in this board with highly armed and dangerous people, I mean, philosophically speaking. Every single day we are surrounded by crowds but few persons. We live in a mad world where at an individual level we do not count at all.
Reading a little about kings, emperors, queens, popes, generals, sicarios, torturers, psychopaths, serial killers, mass murderers and the Illuminati have given me a little glimpse into the dark heart of our humanity. All the history books must have their covers in red because blood drips from their pages.

Some compare human life to the life of a fly. The fly also wants to live because its programming makes it do it despite the fact it goes from excrement to excrement and there it leaves its eggs in wounds, excrement, garbage or even corpses. Can we really call this life? For the fly it is because it knows no other thing. The same happens to us, human puppets, because we cling to the misery of this existence and even we fear the moment that we will lose it. Only a few discover that life is a disease in itself.

Stay well.

That is a powerful rendition of that song.  Thanks Holden.

Holden,

Each one of you, Hentrich, Silenus, Ibra, etc., have a big problem. You refuse to bend before the crowds. Each one of you is a rebel soul. And much worse you are proud of that. The world by instinct knows that each one of you does not belong here. You think too much.For this counterfeit world thinking is dangerous. The least one can say that each one of you is existentially impure to this hellish world.

This world is ruled by wolves. Eye for an Eye, Tooth for a Tooth, Kill or be killed is the law in this world of the living dead. As Dear Comrade Stalin said, “show me the man and I will tell you his number in the Criminal Code.” Everything we touch is charged with suffering like electricity. Terror and vigilance is all around us. Even the cruelest predators must kill or themselves die.

Do you think our serf masters have good hearts? After all we are just property in this human farm. I have inherited the bovine resignation of my ancestors. I am part of a machinery where I am just a faceless dot.

Stay well.

"...why is the Park Service so anxious to accommodate the indolent millions born on wheels and suckled on gasoline, who expect and demand paved highways to lead them in comfort, ease and safety into every nook and corner of the parks? For the answer to that we must consider the character of what I call Industrial Tourism and the quality of mechanized tourists - the Wheelchair Explorers - who are at once the consumers, the raw material and the victims of Industrial Tourism."

"...their backbreaking upholstered mechanized wheelchairs..."

"The automobile[...]has become a bloody tyrant"

- Abbey, Desert Solitaire

Some of us see the madness of the automobile and the Paved Planet.

Senor Raul

I hope that you have been keeping well
I have been thinking about the Cathars today and was reminded of what you told me about them
you see the problem is that i do not see any meaning in life or in the world
pascal and kierkegaard say what is needed is faith but i humbly beg to differ
i think it is more honest to face the fact that there might be no way out of this system of horror and abject misery

i recall that in one of your messages you said something to the effect that we are all slaves on the planet and probably would continue to be one even after we are dead and i think there might be more than a grain of truth in that

most people are too naive or brain washed or what have you to come to grips with the reality of life
so many people more sensitive and intelligent than me have lived before and have died
when i was in calcutta i came across a british graveyard which was opened in the early eighteenth century and closed before the cenitury was over
it was full of lords and ladies and now no one even knows their names

i certainly would not mind an early death but while i am still alive i would very much like to spend as much time alone as i possibly can
it is the next best thing

i am sorry for writing this way
My board is acting up again
I will try to fix it tomorrow

TAKE CARE

Terrifying footage, Senor Raul.  It gives me insight into the nature of militarization, policing, intense social control, etc.  It used to be that I saw Orwell's 1984 for the developing Third World and Huxley's Brave New World for the First World, but nowadays the First Worlders walk (drive) right by the Third Worlders all over the planet, all up in the nooks and crannies of the Military-Medical Complex of the Industrial World.  How is one to process such brute facts?  Civilization and the civilizing process are NOT CIVILized.  When certain segments of the population are somewhat disciplined (or well-paid), well-fed, and desensitized to extreme violence, while so many are left crippled, wounded or otherwise desperate, there seems to be no mercy in such scenarios.  One might begin to suspect that he/she himself/herself is too sensitive for this world and wither away on the spot.

Paid mercenaries are difficult for my mind to grasp, and I shudder when I witness the brutality of armed, well-fed, machismo-maxima males sadistically gloating in their raw brute physical dominance of the population.

So, other than the sometimes controversially cited "Planet of the Apes," I am not sure if any dystopian novel has been able to reproduce the particular nature of this type of phenomenon.  I am afraid to imagine the kinds of deals going on many hundreds of years ago on the coasts of Africa ... the slave trade ... the way, no matter what the color or ethnicity, some "predatory energy" is able to reproduce the plantation dynamic with "owners," and their militarized (heavily armed) gangs of hyper-macho sociopaths with badges and medals who often, at the end of the day, just "do their own thing" (circus of horrors committed by the foot soldiers run amuck, money-spinning tools gone haywire) ... something sinister in the lizard brain of humanity when infused with power; but what is true Power?  The man with the gun believes he has it.

These official loose cannons are funded by the states which produce them to manage the populations on the global plantation.  Sometimes, "the boys" get out of the conscious moment-by-moment control of their respective Doctor Frankensteins.  It is possible that the armed goons identify with State-Mafia-Brute-Force-Military-Superiority so strongly, that all their empathy gets shut down completely.  They have become Monsters Incarnated via some demonic male energies of the primate psyche?  We are primates, first and foremost, and such behaviors have roots in our ancestral heritage, that is, in chimpanzee populations, where there is evident gang mentality - that is, when a pack of males dominates the population by brute force.  It is supposed to be for the protection of the whole, but maybe the mechanics go haywire, and the dominant elements, rather than protect the vulnerable, do away with their lives as if taking out the trash to the curb.

It all makes the world of the Music Industry, "Have a Cigar, you're gonna far ..." + Gnarcotic Gang more than a little creepy.  The Artist as Renegade, but just a money-spinning tool of renegade sociopathic capitalists, as in Murder Inc. ?   Go troops, go? Who are "the troops" in this dark shadow world on this dead rock in the middle of nowhere?

How can we even take our ambitions seriously?  Our disappointments with the nature of existence do pale in comparison to these extreme examples of "brother kill brother" --- Man as Wolf to Man.

Who is The Man??  Who is The King of the Thug-Man Kingdom?  King #1, King #2, King #3, etc ... and an explosion of violence to see who gets to run the perspective zones of this here plantation.

Natives on the American continents were slaughtered as if clearing some ground of "weeds," and the soldiers knelt proudly beside the corpses of their victims for photographs.  Some natives joined the armies of various warring Kings and Presidents, under the influence of hard liquor and demands by F-Troop that they choose a side (war propaganda).  The nightmare is real.  One would have to be incredibly insensitive, morbid, and cynical to find anything at all amusing about the general effects of militarizing local police and security forces with such authority.

  One day they may militarize the school systems globally. 

I would prefer to embrace the realm of mathematics as a treasure, in solitude, since I think as a solitary subject, than to serve as some kind of prison-guard/psychic-dictator to a classroom of teenagers.  Adults in a commune style hermitage when food is plenty, maybe.  I find it frustrating that systemic schooling turns out to be so much more geared toward training or supervising than it does toward actual education and nurture.  For me, as one who loves such things as uniquely explicit math textbooks, my stance towards formal education is problematic.  I have always had to guard against allowing institutional academic protocol and politics to destroy my inherent wonder for the subject, whether it is philosophy or mathematics, or computer programming, for that matter.

I suppose I ought to be more thankful I don't have some goon screaming at me to lay on the ground so he can blow my brains out more smoothly.