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Why Bother? / Re: A Question for Herr Hauser and Senor Raul
« Last post by Holden on March 19, 2025, 03:58:49 pm »
Thanks,Don Raul.
For some reason my body is ballooning away.

I have never been this fat ever.
I have begun to despise my very face.

Take care.
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JUNK DRAWER / Some Quotes and Stories
« Last post by raul on March 19, 2025, 08:25:51 am »
“You have to laugh at EVERYTHING. At life, at death, at death. And above all, at what is considered most sacred. I curse everything that stinks of the sacred. Amen.”
Josep Promortalista Antinatalista-FB






"I can't accept any reality other than that of art. This world is horrible."
Diaries
Alejandra Pizarnik





“We want to be "happy" and we don't give a damn about anything. That's what the jailers sell us, and we buy it. We are the perfect slaves.”
Condenados a vivir -YT






“I have no doubt that there are many fathers, and especially mothers, who love their children madly. They would give their lives for them. I believe this is, deep down, even without being aware of it, because they know or sense the great crime they have committed by throwing them into this filthy, Shitty world. And, no matter how much they try to disguise it as altruism, their actions are tremendously selfish and malicious.”
Josep Promortalista-Antinatalista-FB

Review of "Apokarteron" – Hegesias of Cyrene
Hegesias of Cyrene (4th-3rd century BC), a Cyrenaic philosopher, was known as Peisithanatos ("the persuader of death") for his extremely pessimistic view of life. His most famous work, Apokarteron (Ἀποκαρτερῶν, "The Man Who Lets Himself Starve"), is a philosophical dialogue in which he argues that life is full of suffering and that death can be a rational option to escape it. This position led to his censorship in Alexandria, as his teachings were said to cause suicide among his listeners.

Contents of the Work
The protagonist of Apokarteron is a man who decides to starve himself to death after concluding that life is not worth living. In the dialogue, the character presents a series of arguments that reflect the Cyrenaic influence, but with an unusual twist: while classical Cyrenaics sought pleasure as the highest good, Hegesias insists that pleasure is ephemeral, inaccessible to many, and that life is marked by pain and frustration.

The work develops ideas that could be considered precursors to existentialism and nihilism. The protagonist rejects the idea that wealth, health, or love lead to stable happiness. Therefore, if life does not provide authentic happiness, there is no point in continuing to live it. Thus, death becomes a reasonable and, in a sense, liberating option.
Josep Promortalista-Antinatalista-FB

Hegesias and Promortalism

Hegesias's philosophy fits with promortalism, as he considers that life, by its painful and frustrating nature, has no inherent positive value. Although he does not appear to have actively promoted suicide as an imperative for everyone, he did see it as a reasonable solution for those who recognize the essential dissatisfaction of existence.

His position contrasts with that of other ancient philosophers: while Epicurus sought to alleviate the fear of death to allow for a peaceful life, Hegesias takes this lack of fear to the extreme, considering death a preferable option in many cases.

Censorship and Impact
Hegesias's ideas were disturbing enough that King Ptolemy II banned his lectures in Alexandria. His speech appears to have had a direct effect on those who listened to him, prompting some to take their own lives. His thought did not have its own school and has survived in fragments, but its influence is evident in later currents of thought, from Schopenhauer's pessimism to Cioran's negative existentialism.

Conclusion
Apokarteron is a radical and uncomfortable work that questions the validity of life itself. Hegesias breaks away from the classical Cyrenaic tradition and proposes a form of pragmatic nihilism in the face of lettre. His vision, although repressed in his time, resonates with various modern philosophical currents and is of undeniable interest to those, like you, who consider pro-mortalism a logical consequence of antinatalism.

Had it survived in its entirety, Apokarteron would undoubtedly be one of the most extreme texts of ancient philosophy.”
Josep Promortalista-Antinatalista-FB

Pleasures Are Meaningless
I said to myself, “Come now, I will test you with pleasure to find out what is good.” But that also proved to be meaningless.  “Laughter,” I said, “is madness. And what does pleasure accomplish?”  I tried cheering myself with wine, and embracing folly—my mind still guiding me with wisdom. I wanted to see what was good for people to do under the heavens during the few days of their lives.
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Ecclesiastes%202&version=NIV





“With all kinds of illnesses, bodily abnormalities, birth defects and disabilities, job insecurity, abuse, exploitation, humiliation, all for a few crumbs, accidents with terrible consequences such as amputations, becoming quadriplegic, useless, monotony, boredom, hurricanes, earthquakes, floods, heat waves that affect or even kill your children.
Peddophilia, child prostitution, dictatorships, wars, extortion, fraud, betrayal, depression, insanity, schizophrenia, psychosis, drug addiction, alcoholism, discrimination, bullying, child labor exploitation, old age, slow and painful decline and deterioration of your body, loss of loved ones, trauma, obesity, crime, and countless other ills.
Luis Monzón-FB




"Why do others expect anything from me when I no longer expect anything from myself? Why should I get out of bed when all I've longed for for so long is to never open my eyes again? It seems almost absurd to write these tragic sentences when what I should do is pick up the beautiful razor lying beside me and merge with its cathartic gleam in the ecstasy of suicidal emptiness."
Romantic Disorder
Arik Eindrok





“The English word “fascinate” is derived from the Latin term fascinus. A fascinus supposedly had the power to put into trance, and the Latin verb “fascinare” means both “to use the power of the fascinus” and “to practice magic” in a more general sense.
In ancient - pre-Christian -  Rome, Fascinus actually meant a flying phallus that invoked the protection of the Roman god Fascinus.
Bronze ‘flying phallus’ amulet, Rome, 1st Century BC. It would be hung outside a house or shop doorway to ward off evil spirits.
Blog: https://thetravelbible.com/museum-of-artifacts/
Museum of Artifacts-FB





“And the Oscar goes to all of humanity, for constantly burning inside, yet managing to remain as cold as ice on the outside.”
M. Jablonka




“In youth, we trample Life; later... we feel that Life tramples us; alas! it's because we grow old, and Life is eternally young.
When we are young, we aspire to be happy; later... we only aspire to be as unhappy as possible.
When we are young, we have aspirations; and that gives us wings; later... we have nothing but disappointments; and that cuts them short; that is why, as young people, we try to fly, thunderously; and, later... we walk in silence, slowly, toward Death.”
José María Vargas Vila




"The intellect sometimes gives off a stench. A sour sweat comes from mathematics, from ideal schemes, from "sweet" dreams of economic redemption (...)
This "comfort" in the cruelty of the inanimate is only felt when we don't visit it. It is comfortable as a spectacle, not as an experience. (...)
And at the very heart of all "idealist and humanist conceptions of the world" there is a hidden cruelty. Idealists are predators."
B. Decasseres.






“Tantalus walks through our streets and rubs his hands. On men's faces is the disgust of a million ancient deceptions, the pain and mockery of things lost beyond repair. But new generations spring from the ever-fruitful wombs and quickly perceive the aromas of life before the unwary elders have died. And the ancient Bubble Blower smiles again, because she knows that the new generations are the dead generations arriving again.”
B. Decasseres (1923)




“It's understandable that even atheists sometimes cling in a clearly dogmatic way to the human figure.
Of course, since they can't appeal to belief in God, they resort to superstitions involving the "sanctity of man" or the "affirmation of life," and that basically means nothing: it's just a circular way of saying that we want things to happen, that they should be this way because we have faith that they should be. In fact, if we pay attention, we'll see that this is exactly what we were doing when we believed in God: validating the circularity of our beliefs about ourselves. From this perspective, it's clear why such beliefs never had, and could never have, any explanatory power.”
Andre Cancian.
From Hegesias of Cirene-FB











The real reason we can´t have a ten commandments in a courthouse: you cannot post “thou shalt not steal”, thou shalt not commit adultery” and thou shalt not lie”, in a building full of lawyers, judges, and politicians. It creates a hostile work environment.”
George Carlin




"So I'm writing to you, so you can help me against what wants to fall within me, that in me that's in love with misery, poverty, malaise, helplessness, orphanhood, and death."
Letters to León Ostrov
Alejandra Pizarnik

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Why Bother? / Re: A Question for Herr Hauser and Senor Raul
« Last post by raul on March 18, 2025, 07:38:09 pm »
Holden,

There is no need for apologies.  You are going through tough situations over there.
Just write whenever you can.

Stay safe.
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Why Bother? / Re: A Question for Herr Hauser and Senor Raul
« Last post by Holden on March 18, 2025, 04:09:01 pm »
Don Raul,
My apologies for the late response.
I'm experiencing deep depression.
I will properly write to you soon .

Take care.
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JUNK DRAWER / Some Quotes and Stories
« Last post by raul on March 17, 2025, 07:46:35 am »
They don't believe there are "tortures" disguised as "effort." For example, getting up early when your body is still sleepy, doing things half-heartedly (but not really half-heartedly), etc.
Sofía Libre-FB





“All the repetitive daily cleaning tasks, only to have them get dirty again a short while later.
The running back and forth to the supermarket to buy, devour, use, and quickly finish what took hours of effort, abuse, and humiliation to earn.
Unpleasant, unrewarding repetitive activities that we are forced to do.”
Luis Monzón-FB





“Work hard. Die fast.”
Eduardo Galace-FB





“Yes, religion and politics are disgusting; anyone who doesn't see that is short-sighted.
But the problem is deeper: life itself is a scam, and love is at its service, in other words, complete CRRAP.”
Josep Promortalista Antinatalista-FB





'''The fundamental question for me is: what are you going to do with your life the moment you discover that it's finite, that it's going to end sooner than you realize, and probably in a few years no one will remember you? Even if you put yourself in the shoes of a famous person, who will care a hundred years from now what you thought? When you realize that it's over, what are you going to do with it?'''
Erik Lonrot-FB





“I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer.”
Jim Morrison





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“I'm not sure why, but for some strange reason, I've always wanted to own a graveyard located near my house. Specifically, I'd love to have a two-story building overlooking the graveyard, where I could reside and observe people coming to bury their loved ones. I'd spend my time meditating and writing about the absurdity and emptiness of existence, waiting for those who affirm life to arrive.

As soon as they do, I'd hurry to my balcony to watch them lay their dead to rest, and then return to my room. Achieving this goal would bring me immense satisfaction. Hopefully, I won't be tied to a 9-to-5 job, as owning the graveyard would provide me with a substantial income from people's reluctance to accept antinatalism.

Additionally, I'd like to own a condom factory, profiting from those who claim not to be antinatalists and view giving birth as a positive act, yet continue to use contraceptives. My goal isn't to force everyone to stop having children, but rather to remain indifferent and profit from those who hold opposing views. Isn't this, in a way, a form of peace? After years of debating and urging people not to give birth, I'd find solace in sitting on my balcony, watching people bury their sons and daughters, feeling utterly disconnected from their experiences.
JE Remy-FB



“To be alive is to feel fear, despair, frustration, and anxiety.
Those who say otherwise are either psychopaths or drugged.
And by drugged, I don't mean the effect of consuming an illicit substance, but rather the act of escaping reality with placebos of fleeting pleasure.
Take away all the vices permitted by the double standards of a consumerist society...
And there will be long lines to jump off the cliff.”
MarÍa López-FB



"I feel physically ill. I have never honored my body with the honor of taking its life seriously, so I will not regret its abandonment. I have nothing, I leave nothing, I ask for nothing. Naked as I was born, I leave, so ignorant of what was in the world. I suffered, and it is the only baggage the boat that leads to oblivion admits. To die, after having felt and being nothing..."
Teresa Wilms Montt

History pictures-FB
In 1975, a Senate investigation uncovered a chilling secret about the CIA’s covert operations. It was revealed that the agency had developed a silent, battery-powered gun designed to fire a dart containing a potent shellfish toxin. The dart would enter its target almost painlessly, delivering a lethal dose of toxin that caused a fatal heart attack within minutes. This sophisticated weapon was engineered to eliminate individuals without leaving any trace behind, making it an ideal tool for covert assassinations.
The discovery of this weapon shocked the public and raised serious ethical and legal concerns about the extent of the CIA's secret activities during the Cold War. The toxin-laced dart was just one example of the dangerous and often brutal methods used by intelligence agencies to carry out clandestine operations. With its silent mechanism and undetectable effects, the gun represented a new level of lethality, designed specifically for the shadows of international espionage.
This revelation in 1975 was part of a broader Senate investigation into the CIA’s activities, which had long been shrouded in secrecy. The investigation, known as the Church Committee, aimed to bring transparency to the agency’s operations and expose covert actions that had far-reaching consequences. The discovery of the dart gun served as a stark reminder of the hidden dangers within intelligence operations and the lengths to which the government was willing to go in the name of national security.


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Why Think? / The Requiem of the Void by Arik Eindrok
« Last post by raul on March 12, 2025, 09:18:07 am »
The Requiem of the Void

As if the mere fact of living weren't enough, we must also spend our lives under the constant shadow of death; an event that, sooner or later, will inevitably occur. How then can we be happy in something that, at best, is merely an ephemeral and abject chimera? How can we enjoy a life that we know can end at any moment, without it being entirely up to us? How can we believe this life is made for us when we seem to be made for death? It will all be over very soon, whether we like it or not. We will not survive, and every day we believe we are living, we are simultaneously being murdered in small amounts by the most bloodthirsty and indifferent of all killers: time. And it's not that it has anything against us; it's rather that our essence is too inferior to prevail. We are destined for one thing only: extinction. To pretend otherwise is the act of a sacrilegious buffoon who has fallen in love with his own fallacies and who, through the horrible act of reproduction, has deliriously sought to perpetuate the greatest of all horrors: the execrable human essence. The splendor will no longer rise in the firmament where serpents joyfully writhe. Oh, but we will never even touch the most ethereal levels of infinite and everlasting chaos! The lion that roars in its immanent divinity has devoured our shadows and pierced our hearts without mercy or rancor. Sadness is, certainly, the purest and most benevolent of all possible states; for only it makes us feel that it is still worthwhile to cry for something and dream of that which will never be again. We can do nothing: we are totally defenseless and exposed to any tantrum or earthquake from whatever has so sinisterly placed us in this dimension of laughing anomalies.

Only by fully experiencing the sweet essence of solitude can we appreciate how much the people around us hinder and annoy us. And once we have savored this magnificent essence, it will be difficult enough for us to tolerate the absurd chatter and ridiculous actions of the fools who try to return us to a so-called social life. To what end would we want this?
Are we, the poet-philosophers of chaos, still interested in humanity, the world, or this sordid pseudo-reality? No, of course not! We are convinced of the futility of all progress here, no matter how grandiose it may seem to the stupid gaze of the indoctrinated masses. We prefer to sink into the halo of despair, even if it costs us our souls and minds in a moment of exotic and apocalyptic requiem. The true fatality is to conceive that we might still be alive for many more years, but even time has abandoned us and remains indifferent when we beg for even a shred of sanity. Has madness devoured the deepest longings in my gloomy and melancholic interior? Those voices say yes, but only one says no: the divine spark that has not yet died within me and that unleashes all the fantasies in which I imagine myself surpassing my own upright and more depressed reflection than usual.


In fact, what we commonly believe to be the truth is nothing more than another lie from pseudo-reality; and perhaps one even more brutal than all those we have pathetically used to shelter ourselves with until now. The impact will be so overwhelming that we will fall to our knees like those religious fools who absurdly bow before any idol or story of extreme fantasy. Thus we will fall too, because, like religions, any other perspective, no matter how sublime or decadent it may seem to us, can be a lie in whole or in part. This is the great dilemma: everything can be true, and nothing can be. How can we demand that something be entirely constituted solely by truth and not by lies? In any case, would there be a single absolute and universal truth? Will we believe the one who claimed to possess it and was silenced on the cross without much caution? Or perhaps the one who promulgated a new species of human being through the theory of the superman?
As the years go by, we realize that no theory, doctrine, or science will ever hold all the answers. When one no longer expects anything from life, however, this, rather than a problem or a torment, becomes a relief. Why do we want truths? If the only truth my depressing eyes behold is that of my absurd, pathetic, and human existence… Beyond that, should I care about anything or anyone else? Outside of what concerns my own life, is there anything that is true or false? Is there even anything that is real or illusory? How could we determine it if we haven't even been given the ability to know our origin, much less our destiny? The only thing we have to rack our brains over during the coldest and loneliest early mornings is a faint murmur of brutal, infinite, bleeding uncertainty.

The impossibility of true love arises when we understand that the most natural facet of being is none other than selfishness and possessiveness, not freedom and independence. In other words, everyone wants to be free and loved, but not to love or bestow freedom. That being the case, it is inconceivable that a monkey could claim to love another; it would be going against its very essence and could even drive it mad. Human love is foolish, a fatal folly; a whim of the ego that has no parallel. We supposedly seek pure and sincere love, but in reality, what we want is to strip ourselves of our freedom and, in the process, also imprison the loved one. I believe that, if anything can resemble true love, it is only the most absolute freedom; the most sublime detachment that requires no explanation or lifelong commitment. Clearly, the beings that inhabit this horrible world are not prepared for something like this; and perhaps we cannot blame ourselves, since their origin condemns them in advance. Wherever they behold the beautiful and resplendent rose, they will crowd like vile swine and seek, at all costs, to pluck it out and, uselessly, to preserve it. But no one belongs to anyone; no one is destined to find anyone. This absurdity arises solely from the ape's grotesque inability to try to love itself first and establish itself as a being who, through freedom, can perhaps come to love. If a human being is not free when alone, he will be even less so when accompanied by others!

No, I didn't kill myself out of cowardice... I committed suicide because every day it became more difficult to bear reality, the people, and myself; and because every day the emptiness, the sadness, the nostalgia, the agony, the malaise, the disgust, the melancholy, the boredom, the despair, and the disillusionment within me grew greater and greater, to the point where I longed for nothing but my complete extermination. I was no longer interested in humanity, and perhaps never was; this nefarious race of fools addicted to the most sordid irrelevance can only make me nauseous. What I seek is not to be found in this horrible reality, perhaps in no other; I would like to find out as soon as possible. My search would not end so easily, but would drag on until I was rendered inert, until my last breath had been stolen and my soul fragmented into pieces that could never be broken again for any reason. Silence is my only guide, the only answer I hear again and again from the lesser-known recesses of my human nature. I still take refuge in those murmurs of inadequate unhappiness, for I find no other realm where I can throw away my crown and escape laughing with the shadows of my everlasting melancholy. Perhaps I am a murderer, perhaps not... What I need is to be alone with myself for a long time, at least long enough until the melody of suicidal schizophrenia finally conquers the origin of my earthly journey. Oh, if only what I most long for from the depths of my being would happen sooner! I must stab all my versions of myself and make love to all my delusions; only then will I be able to slide the key through my eyes and make the blood flow freely until darkness envelops all that exists.



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JUNK DRAWER / Some Quotes and News
« Last post by raul on March 12, 2025, 08:06:49 am »
“I want to die like David Carradine, but with the will to die. That will be a divine jerk off. I don't know if I will succeed, I can't know. However, I will try, and with a jocose and euphoric spirit. I wish the destruction of EVERYTHING were also in my hands.”
Josep Promortalista Antinatalista-FB





“We don't make money, its the authority that makes the money. They give it out to their friends in the millions and you have to beg for a job to get just enough to pay bills. Its all a big scam. There are some people that have access to the money and the rest have to compete for it, poke each others eyes out to get a little bit more dollars.”
@Temachyotl33





"Sensu strictu" we are not free and nothing matters. However, as we are obliged to act and it is impossible to know all the determinants of our action, we will act as if we were free. However, it is not the same, for example, to be a millionaire and act as if we were poor, than to be really broke. **** EVERYTHING!
Josep Promortalista Antinatalista-FB





True loneliness
“Many people talk about loneliness and don't know what it is. They don't know about rooms where the echo is the only company, about endless nights where not even insomnia deigns to visit you.
They don't know what it's like to walk among crowds feeling like a ghost, to be surrounded by voices and not hear any that matter, to talk and have the words fall into the void. They don't know what it's like to look in the mirror and see a stranger, someone without a name, without a purpose, without a reason to be here.

True loneliness is not sought, it is imposed. It drags itself along with you like a hungry shadow that slowly devours the light until there's nothing left... nothing but the cold certainty that the world keeps turning, indifferent to your absence.”
Adi Sius-FB





“There is a great blessing in disillusionment with life , if you feel yourself losing interest in the world let it happen , sink into it , because you are realizing something very important , a painful but necessary truth … there is nothing here for you , this world and everything in it is emptiness , devolution , and degradation . There is nothing here worth desiring and all the cravings of the body leads nowhere but to a pointless chasing of trying to satisfy itself over and over again ….cultivate that world hating rejection within you , let it happen in full , because there is nothing that you can gain here , it’s all false glamour , blind desiring  and illusion.”
Marcus Nelson-FB





“We are a commodity to the government, super rich and big corporations, nothing more. They don’t care about any of us and if we’re not making money for the slave system then they’d rather us be dead, as they deem us a burden to society. I listened to a man in Florida on YouTube the other day and he was homeless despite working two jobs, he said that about 50% of the people who live in his large tent city are working but cannot afford anywhere to live. I don’t understand why so many of us accept this BS, while those at the top get richer while we work like dogs for peanuts.

It’s no wonder so many people want to check out of this hellhole, because this world has a serious sickness and it’s called greed. Life is only pain and it doesn’t get any easier, it’s no wonder that there are so many people who have just had enough Justin. We just exist and don’t live, there’s very little enjoyment or happiness in our lives living in this lunatic asylum of a world.”
@nickxcore74 in response to Justin, Born Into a Corrupt System-YT




“Sometimes I find it difficult to live with, because I think that 99% of people, including my family, are vitalists. But I know that the reason is on my side: life sucks. Yes, as they usually say: life is wonderful, wonderful sSHIT.”
Josep Promortalista Antinatalista-FB





“The reality of the matter is that even your feelings are thoughts. If you tell yourself that you are happy, you are translating that sensation of happiness within the framework of the knowledge you have. So that too is a thought. There are no pure feelings at all. What you are stuck with are only thoughts, and those thoughts are put in there by your culture. - U.G
U.G.Krishnamurti





From X (formerly Twitter)
Disclose.tv (@disclosetv) on X
NOW - Russia accuses London of being the "main instigator" of global conflict "just as they did on the eve of both world wars in the last century."
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From Noticias Rafapal
Watch this. A certain Reid Hoffman gets into an argument with Elon Musk (about sabotage of his factories and cars) and Donald Trump cuts him off, saying: "You're on Jeffrey Epstein's list, Reid."
Who is this Reid Hoffman?
Well, none other than the co-owner of LinkedIn.
Donald Trump is starting to leak the names on the list.
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JUNK DRAWER / Some Quotes and Stories
« Last post by raul on March 09, 2025, 08:05:45 am »
https://t.me/rafapalreal/51672




“Malva Marina Reyes was born in 1934, but her arrival into the world was not a cause for joy for her father, the famous (Chilean) poet Pablo Neruda. From the first moment, her existence was an uncomfortable shadow for the man who wrote about love with sweetness and passion.

The girl was born with hydrocephalus, a condition that deformed her small body, and her father, instead of embracing her with tenderness, rejected her with contempt. He did not call her "daughter", not even by her name.
For him, Malva was only "Semicolon", "Three-kilo vampire", "Ridiculous being". Her mother, the Dutch Maria Hagenaar Vogelzang, fought for her alone, while Neruda distanced himself more and more, both from the girl and from his wife.

The poet did not leave any verses for Malva. He did not mention her in his memoirs. He erased her from his history as if she had never existed. While he traveled, recited his poetry and was acclaimed in intellectual circles, his daughter survived in poverty, in absolute solitude.

She died at just eight years old in 1943, in Gouda, the Netherlands. Her mother, with the pain of someone who has lost everything, notified Neruda through the Chilean Consulate. She asked him to come see her, to at least offer her in death the farewell that she denied him in life.

Silence was her only response.

Malva Marina Reyes was forgotten by her father, ignored by the world, but her story continues to resonate as a reminder that even the greatest poets can have the darkest shadows.”
Taken from Natalia González -FB





«No man makes anything happen in his life.
He is a puppet, but the Immanent Jester endows him from birth with the belief in free will. That is what constitutes the Divine Comedy of Life.»
B. Decasseres.






"[...] For me it is a resounding yes and I completely renounce any link with the world in advance; I prefer madness or death than to continue in this pseudo-reality infested with lies from which people believe they live in the truth. Oh, I hope this swamp of filth burns soon and that no one dares to speak ever again of what our sordid and bastard civilization was!"
Arik Eindrok






“If humans fear that artificial intelligence (AI) will become too “conscious” and warn of how dangerous it can be – it is because they fear that AI will see human misery and, in turn, intelligently conclude that, in order to prevent suffering that would otherwise perpetuate itself forever, it is best to eliminate it.
“Consciousness”: I have no idea what it means, it is a rather ambiguous, abused, misinterpreted term, but commonly used by researchers in artificial intelligence and, in general, the study of the “mind” (another equally ambiguous, abused, and unsustainable (bordering on pseudo) term), since they themselves do not know or do not agree on what it really is. In any case, AI is proving to be better than many humans at many things in the very short time it has been on the air, that must be, I imagine, a hard blow to the human ego, so to speak.

I speak of “ego” not as something existing within us and intrinsically immutable and extrinsically reinforced, but as a behavior that manifests itself according to or within a certain context or environment; just because it is recurrent does not mean that it is existent, I insist…”
Edwin Bloqueado-FB





On Not Loving the World
15 Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, love for the Father[a] is not in them. 16 For everything in the world—the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life—comes not from the Father but from the world. 17 The world and its desires pass away, but whoever does the will of God lives forever.
https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20John%202%3A15-17&version=NIV





From Participante anónimo-FB
Is it just me or are most people miserable? Especially after like 20-30s?
Maybe I’m just living in a cursed place but I feel like everyone hates each other and only cares about themselves





"Life is cruel. Why should the afterlife be any different?!"
Davy Jones





"You either die a hero or you live long enough to see yourself becoming the villain."
Harvey Dent






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July 12, 2024
A los muchachos de Colombia

This is an essay by Fernando Vallejo, a Colombian writer who became a Mexican citizen. It was read by him during a speech given at the Ibero-American meeting of Writers, in Bogotá, in the year 2000. The original text in Spanish can be found at the following links: El Tiempo and Verdades Parciales.


Death as a strangler, by Adolf Rethel

“To the boys of Colombia:

You who had the bad luck of being born, and in the craziest country on the planet, do not go with the flow, do not let yourselves be dragged along by its madness. For although madness helps us bear the burden of life, it can also add unhappiness.

Heaven and happiness do not exist. They are tales told by your parents to justify the crime of having brought you into this world. What exists is reality, the harsh reality: this slaughterhouse to which we came to die, and that's when we don't kill and eat animals, our kindred. Because animals are also our kindred, and not just man, as Christ believed. Any creature that has a nervous system capable of feeling and suffering is our kindred: dogs, horses, cows, rats. My dog brothers, my horse brothers, my cow sisters, my rat brothers, who are also part of Colombia. That is, part of you. That is, part of me.

Therefore, do not reproduce. Do not do unto others what was done unto you. Do not pay with the same coin, evil with evil, since imposing life is the ultimate crime. Leave those who do not exist, who are not asking to exist, in the peace of nothingness. Ultimately, that's where we all go back to. Why so much fuss?

The fatherland of which you are part because of chance, of which we are part because of chance, is a bankrupt country in disarray. A few poor ruins of what little it once was. Thousands kidnapped, thousands and thousands murdered, millions of unemployed, millions of exiles, millions of displaced peoples, the countryside in ruins, the industry in ruins, the justice system in ruins, the future interrupted: that's what you have. I sympathize. They were worse to you than to me.

And, just like me, who one day had to leave precisely because of what I say today (alive, it seems), you will probably have to leave too. However, no one will welcome you anywhere, because no place needs us or wants us.

A Colombian passport at an international airport causes terror: “Who could it be? Why are you here? What do you bring? ****? Will you stay here?” No. We did not come into the world to stay. We came to pass through it, like the wind, only to die later. Sometimes the passage of this wind causes damage and has a name: its name is Pablo Escobar, its name is Miguel Rodríguez Orejuela, its name is Carlos Castaño, its name is Tirofijo, its name is Gaviria, its name is Samper, its name is Pastrana. You must learn to call infamy by its names.

When I was born, I found here a war between conservatives and liberals that devastated the countryside and killed thousands. Today, the war continues, but the participants have changed: it is everyone against everyone and no one knows who killed who anymore. Nobody knows, nobody cares, nobody wants to find out. Why? For what? Why, if no murderer will be punished in the country of impunity? Why, if our president goes on a pilgrimage to embrace our main criminal, as if saying with the iniquity of this embrace: “kill, steal, extort, destroy, kidnap, but do it fully so that you take what is left of Colombia!”

And here we go, through the streets of this congested country, among dogs and abandoned children, dodging from potholes, bullets and taxes levied by the government and by FARC. But where are we going? Where do we intend to get to? There are many of us and we no longer stand each other or fit in. We became a nuisance to others, whose water we are drinking, whose air we are breathing, contaminating the rivers, clogging the streets. The air will run out, the water will run out, the streets will no longer be enough, and those great and fantastic Colombian rivers that, when I was born, were teeming with fish, have also been killed by us. Today, Colombia's rivers are sewers that flow out to the sea, an outlet for sewage.

Do not reproduce because no one gave you that right. Who could give it to you? God? The same God who is so good and who takes care of the abandoned children and dogs that fill the streets of Colombia? Let him look for employment! God doesn't work. That's why on the seventh day he sat down to rest... The Pope is the one responsible for the abandoned children and dogs that fill the streets of Colombia.

I have lived in despair and it seems to me that you'll have to live the same way. One day, I had to leave, without wanting to, and it seems to me that you'll have to do the same, too. The destiny of today's Colombians is to leave. Of course, if they don't kill us first. And, to those who manage to leave, do not dream that you will be able to escape, because wherever you are, Colombia will follow you. It will follow you as it followed me, day after day, night after night, wherever I was, with its madness. Some moment of fleeting joy experienced here and unrepeatable elsewhere will accompany you until death.”

https://www.metaphysicalexile.com/2024/07/a-los-muchachos-de-colombia.html
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Why Bother? / Vast Oceans of Suffering
« Last post by raul on March 07, 2025, 07:47:00 pm »
Thank you again for your message. I think there are vast oceans of suffering and sorrow. It has to be that way because we are prisoners in this planet prison. We were born in chains and yet we choose to ignore this sad fact. Fear is all around us.

Those who exited the system and live on the street are more or less free. The dead are the blessed ones.
You, Holden, are cursed. You are seeing through the bullsShit in this cage aka Earth. The only ones who fit in, so to speak, are our captors or jailers. While you are suffocating they are enjoying themselves.

I wonder if within five years if I am still around I might be suffering from Parkinson´s Disease and Alzheimer. That´s a terrible prospect. My late father suffered from Parkinson´s Disease and when the tumor in his brain started to show I could not understand what he was saying. Right now I am suffering from migraines, blood pressure, arthrosis, poor eyesight, and diabetes.

Yes, a dog never asked to be here. Like us he/she was thrown into this wretched existence.

Take care.
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