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Renunciation (To Senor Raul and Mr.Irba)
« on: March 12, 2019, 10:46:43 am »
Mr.Irba and Senor Raul,
Thanks for your response.
 I believe that misery and vanity go hand in hand.What I mean is that the more miserable life is the more vain people get.

The problem is that sometimes I tend to think that the suffering I am undergoing is without any mistakes on my part but the fact is that I feel miserable because of the original sin, because I breathe ,I eat ,I seek some comfort while the objective of life is to dispel all such delusions.

There are people who have just given up on life so much so that vines curl all around their bodies- they just do not care.

There is a great deal of relief in renunciation.Siddhartha was groomed to be an empror by his father.He instead became a..a what? Some one who renounced his kingdom,his wife and child.

When Siddhartha met his wife again after having reached "Nirvana" ,he bowed down before her as a sign of respect.But ofcourse,he never again slept with her.

 I would very much like to disappear like the Buddha disappered in the forests while he was trying to think things through.

Regards

La Tristesse Durera Toujours                                  (The Sadness Lasts Forever ...)
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Re: Renunciation (To Senor Raul and Mr.Irba)
« Reply #1 on: March 12, 2019, 11:32:09 am »
"No one should have to bury their child"

That's because you cowards want to die before you get to witness what you've ultimately given your children- old age, infirmity, loneliness, pain, dementia, and death.
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Re: Renunciation (To Senor Raul and Mr.Irba)
« Reply #2 on: March 12, 2019, 11:34:09 am »
do ya know what it's like to sit, or lay, there, & ya can't even **** move? ya might want to, but you're like, why? ya just want to never move & die of thirst even tho water is nearby. ****, this existence is ****.
AL and AN
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Re: Renunciation (To Senor Raul and Mr.Irba)
« Reply #3 on: March 12, 2019, 11:37:32 am »
stick a fork in me; i'm done
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Re: Renunciation (To Senor Raul and Mr.Irba)
« Reply #4 on: March 12, 2019, 11:38:57 am »
can i live in the cemetery? i ain't afraid. dead neighbors are much better than living ones
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(By Boethius)

Straightway commanded that Boethius be thrust into a dungeon and kept fast therein. How when this good man fell into so great straits he waxed sore of mind, by so much the more that he had once known happier days. In the prison he could find no comfort; falling down, grovelling on his face he by sorrowing on the floor, in deep despair, and began to weep over himself.

The songs that I, poor exile, once sang so merrily I must now croon sadly sighing, and make of unmeet words. I who of old did oft so deftly weave them, now ever the fitting words I fit awry, weeping aye and sobbing. 'Tis faithless prosperity hath dimmed my sight, blinding me and forsaking me in this sunless cell, and that to which I ever trusted most hath robbed me of all my joy. It hath turned its back upon me and utterly fled from me.


Then, lifting up her voice, she cried, 'Depart from the mind of my servant, ye worldly cares accursed, for ye are the worst of foes, and suffer him to return again to my teachings.' And she drew nearer unto my grieving intelligence, saith Boethius, and raised it up somewhat from its prostrate state; then, drying its eyes, she asked it cheerily whether it knew again its foster-mother. With that the Mind turned towards her and forthwith clearly recognized his own mother, that same Philosophy that long before had trained and taught him. And perceiving that the mantle of her doctrine was much rent and torn by the hands of foolish men, he asked her how this came about. And Philosophy made answer and said that her disciples had torn her thus, being minded to possess her altogether. But of a truth they will gather much folly by their presumption and vainglory unless every one of them shall turn again to her healing care.hen I had sung thus plaintively, saith Boethius, there entered unto me divine Philosophy, who, addressing words of greeting to my mournful friend, said, 'Art thou not the man that was once nourished and taught in my school? Then how comes it that thou art thus grievously oppressed with these worldly sorrows? Unless, methinks, thou hast too soon forgotten the weapons that once I gave thee.'
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Re: Renunciation (To Senor Raul and Mr.Irba)
« Reply #6 on: March 12, 2019, 12:46:20 pm »
Here Philosophy began to take pity on the Mind's feebleness, and fell to singing, and these were her words: 'Ah, how deep the pit in which the mind labours when it is assailed by the hardships of this life! If it forget its own light (that is, joy eternal), and press on to unfamiliar darkness (that is, the cares of this world), as this Mind now doth, naught else shall it know but sorrow.'
La Tristesse Durera Toujours                                  (The Sadness Lasts Forever ...)
-van Gogh.