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

You may be happily surprised to find that this sort of conclusion does not need any evangelists, although that Inmendum you mentioned is most likely reaching far more youth than poor Schopenhauer did.  Holy ****, I would have loved to have heard Schopenhauer's gripes on audio/vidoe (before he had that strong cup of black coffee he liked to drink upon awakening).

The reason I say that this conclusion, that life is not is not worth living, needs no evangelists is because it is Life itself, the thing-in-itself that will teach all not to want it.   Some are slow learners, and they are misnamed "the fittest" !   

Good news for those who feel they are being "**** off the planet" (The War of the Womb).  Flies ****.  Cockroaches multiply their kind and "dance to the music". 

I am not trying to discourage you from spreading your knowledge.  Just be aware of what Kurt Vonnegut Jr had said about most people in this world.  Most people don't have diddly-squat.  All they have is an iron will to survive. 

I think that everything we have been taught by science and religion is flawed by the assumption that life is desirable. 

I have experienced enough of this world to appreciate my own strange orbit.  Sometimes I venture out to old stomping grounds like a stray dog on an adventure, and I witness the self-same processes.  I always end up wandering off on my own to contemplate in whatever woods are left ... It is not that I hate people.  It's that I see too much.  Misanthropic?  Not really.  I have great compassion for all creatures who, through no fault of their own, find themselves in the Creation.  And yet, just because I have compassion for all does not mean I want to be around the hordes.  Nor do I wish to be entangled in someone's schemes. 

There are a handful of individuals in my life who I care about, but, even them, I don't want to be manipulated ... I wish more people were interested in communicating, even with old fashioned letters ... but, for the most part, many people just want to portray an image of who they are, and they dare not look too deep into what we really are, which is this will-to-live.  People generally don't want to expose how vulnerable they are.  I find it liberating to confess my horror and confusion. 

I encourage you to continue to validate your theories.  You will be most happy and satisfied when you are miserable and disappointed, for this will be more proof of your theories.  Please appreciate the knowledge you have gained from your honest and deep reflections on your experiences ... but THIS cannot be taught.

Here, we preach to the choir.  You (Holden) and Crazy Squirrel and myself have come to these conclusions on our own.  I did not learn this from reading Schopenhauer.  Life teaches us this.  Reading Schopenhauer is just so refreshing since most human beings are utterly full of ****.

I consider Schopenhauer to be an evangelist of pessimism, and if you feel strongly about this, may you take courage against the mob and speak your truths ... Myself, my plan is to isolate as much as possible from the human beast-people of this Island of Doctor Maruea (sp?).  I mean, I have finally reached an age where I realize the geekiest activities are "as good as it gets."

So many people are out there just trying to score a fix for whatever it is that has them in their own private Hell.  If I am able to, I am going to just run a debugger on simple code just to explore computer architecture for the fun of developing my understanding.  This works for awhile, and then I eventually return to deeper thoughts ... when I lose interest in everything ... as you know, it's not easy.  Sometimes I even swallow 100 mg of Trazadone just to turn my brain off.  I do not claim to be any kind of guru or mystical teacher.  I am down in it with everyone else.

[My apologies for continuously editing my posts.  This is my nature.]


Trust me, others will pull you into their own private Hell more easily than you will convince them that they are in Hell.  They are acclimated to living in Hell.  Just by having come to this point that you are able to witness this "trap" we have been born into ... may help you to endure it ... since you KNOW we are not designed to be "happy". 

All creatures have to learn this on their own ... All we can do is endure this life.

I find this mantra helpful (from Ligotti):  There is nothing to do.  There is nowhere to go.  There is no one to know. 

This is reality.  Large crowds of gorts watching fireworks is a bunch of meaningless fanfare.  Each is alone in this.   

Others in your "monkey sphere" may mock you for your interest in literature or mathematics, but this may be because misery loves company and they want to rob you of the consolation you get from this inexpensive enjoyment of your mental faculties (imagination). 

Trust me, I have attempted to bond with other people, and I still engage in some conversations ... but, in the end, each is alone with this predicament.  If you are able to minimize the nightmare of being, good for you ... treasure your insights.  The masses are ineducable.

It's OK to panic, to feel anxiety.  There are professionals who make careers on basic human misery and this universal despair.  It is not abnormal to panic.  The mental health industry mines for human despair like mining for gold.  I think you can keep yourself from becoming overwhelmed by it.  Most likely, this is the basis for "meditation" and "conscious breathing" --- I don't know ... Living is not pleasant.  I'm not going to say "Don't panic" but instead "try not to be overwhelmed by the panic" ...

Yes, I viewed and enjoyed that strange film years ago.  Well, Max ... I mean, Holden, you keep your wits about you while on tour.  You are right about not being able to save anyone. 

Maybe I'll get back into code-mode or even work on The Flow of Nonsense.

It is a strange orbit, after all.

“All was strange in a fog, buildings grew vague, human beings groped and became lost, the landmarks, the compass points, by which they navigated melted into nothingness and the world was transfigured into a country of the blind. But if the sighted became blind, then the blind - and for some odd reason I have always regarded myself as one of the blind - the blind became sighted, and I remember feeling at home in the fog, happily at ease in the murk and gloom that so confused my neighbors.

I knew a man once, who'd been told never to go bare foot because of the...

              ... scorpion.
got out of bed  in the middle of the night,

              put his shoes on.
put his shoes on...

              stung by a scorpion.

              sleeping in one of the toe caps.

              Died in agony.

                 hours...

And I'd see the webs in the trees.

              Like clouds of muslin they were.

              what, spider's webs?

              Spider's webs...

              Of course spider's webs.

              They always makes webs?

              then

              look up close

              I'd see they wasn't muslin at all

              They were wheels.

              Great big shiny wheels...

              - You know what else? - what?

              If you knew where to look,

              you could find the spider's egg bags.

              Perfect little things they were.

              Tiny little silk pockets she made... to put her eggs in.

              What happened to her  after she layed her eggs?

              You like this bit, don't you?

              She just crawled away  without looking back once.

              And then she died?

              Her work was done.

              She had no more silk left.

              She's all dried up and empty.

But when the madman laughs, he already laughs with the laugh of death; the lunatic, anticipating the macabre, has disarmed it.

Is it surprising that prisons resemble factories, schools, barracks, hospitals, which all resemble prisons?             


Labeling a child as mentally ill is stigmatisation, not diagnosis. Giving a child a psychiatric drug is poisoning, not treatment.

They took you to the hospital..I think they wanted you to clearly understand that whatever you may do,you should never end up there,never become of the "folks". That school kid the other day who was making fun of you for talking to yourself, why could he not just mind his own business?But no,he was speaking not just for himself you see,but for all the gorts,did he have a girl with him?Maybe he wanted to pose as the tough square in front of the lass,Christ, an ape displaying his fitness for reproduction in front of a potential mate.

Oh, by "seniors" I meant "senior citizens" --- It was just some retired hater taking out a couple old hags.  He was hating on me for enjoying my own company, so it was actually rather pathetic on his part ... I genuinely laugh at him as I fart in his general direction.   

“I think that we're all mentally ill. Those of us outside the asylums only hide it a little better - and maybe not all that much better after all.”

On Gorts & Schopenhauer-

These days on the internet gorts lavish praise on Schopenhauer..

Gorts calling Schopenhauer a giant of philosophy?
Hold on a second,
where was the deserved respect & applauds when he was
still alive? Back then it was empty lecture halls, neglect, words & voices falling upon deaf ears, but then he dies & 150 years later it's 'oh' "Giant Of Philosophy" celebration & fools taking pride & garnering praise from quoting great works of wisdom which they don't even understand like it was their own..
freaking humans..
but never mind applauds, accolades & praise, most frightening & concerning of all is, we are currently in the 21st century, where or when the hell is the progress of these thoughts, wisdoms & insights ever going to be integrated into governments, society & within the human race??.. maybe after WW3??,
hopefully this diseased human race & their disabled "god"
will be extinct by then.

No point.Hence, I confine myself to reading Schopenhauer & doing math-& staying the hell away from vermin called humans.

Please clarify something-According to
Schopenhauer, moral freedom--the highest ethical aim--is to be
obtained only by a denial of the will to live. Far from being a
denial, suicide is an emphatic assertion of this will. For it is in
fleeing from the pleasures, not from the sufferings of life, that this
denial consists. When a man destroys his existence as an individual,
he is not by any means destroying his will to live. On the contrary,
he would like to live if he could do so with satisfaction to himself;
if he could assert his will against the power of circumstance; but
circumstance is too strong for him.

Don't you think this is a moot point,I mean once a man is dead-he is at peace.