iambiguous wrote: ↑Tue Oct 18, 2022 5:16 pm
I AM TRYING TO SOUND LIKE I HAVE A PURPOSE IN LIFE BY SPAMMING OTHER PEOPLES QUOTES..when truly I should let others post their quotes
Really, R U truly that WISE? ...that you came to real eyes U were a human being a KUNT?
We are part of the universe that has developed a remarkable ability: We can hold an image of the world in our minds. We are matter contemplating itself.
If not autonomously?
The world is not magic — and that’s the most magical thing about it.
Yo, Maia!
The trick is to think of life as a process rather than a substance. When a candle is burning, there is a flame that clearly carries energy. When we put the candle out, the energy doesn’t “go” anywhere. The candle still contains energy in its atoms and molecules. What happens, instead, is that the process of combustion has ceased. Life is like that: it’s not “stuff”; it’s a set of things happening. When that process stops, life ends.
Matter is one thing, energy, however, is something else altogether.
As we understand the world better, the idea that it has a transcendent purpose seems increasingly untenable.
Cue the bleating flocks of sheep?
Those swirls in the cream mixing into the coffee? That’s us. Ephemeral patterns of complexity, riding a wave of increasing entropy from simple beginnings to a simple end.
And I'll bet he actually believes it too.
The construction of meaning is a fundamentally individual, subjective, creative enterprise...
People who say that Freud has been disproven about everything are too focused on the details. The central core idea of his thought (that humans are all a bunch of weirdos and pervs) has stood the test of time.
But only so far, right?
Putin is funny because he'll give a speech giving a well thought out leftist critique of American imperialism, and then at the end he'll be like "and another thing...they are all gay in America!!!"
Let's decide: true or not?
Even if there were one ultimate "meaning of life", I wouldn't want to know what it was, because it's probably something really corny like "spread love in the universe".
Well, all we do need is love, the man said.
...not to brag, but I honestly think I could beat any chess computer in a fist fight.
Also, in a pissing contest.
Conspiracies about how postmodernism is destroying Western Society are so old that conservatives should be nostalgic for them and start theorizing about how postmodernists are attempting to destroy the time honored tradition.
Well, in any event, I know that I am.
Sorry, but the greatest piece of screenplay writing ever was:
"No more rhymes now, I mean it!"
"Anybody want a peanut?"
Will not be debating this.
Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.
Imagine then the reaction to this: “I killed Mother today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.”
I had been right, I was still right, I was always right. I had lived my life one way and I could just as well have lived it another. I had done this and I hadn't done that. I hadn't done this thing but I had done another. And so?
Ah, dasein.
She was wearing a pair of my pajamas with the sleeves rolled up. When she laughed I wanted her again. A minute later she asked me if I loved her. I told her it didn't mean anything but that I didn't think so. She looked sad. But as we were fixing lunch, and for no apparent reason, she laughed in such a way that I kissed her.
Let's call this the philosophical rendition of "shit happens". Only sometimes it's not shit at all.
I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored.
No way this has "the ring of truth", he thought.
Mother used to say that however miserable one is, there’s always something to be thankful for. And each morning, when the sky brightened and light began to flood my cell, I agreed with her.
Coming here, right?
Nothing, nothing mattered, and I knew why. So did he. Throughout the whole absurd life I'd lived, a dark wind had been rising toward me from somewhere deep in my future, across years that were still to come, and as it passed, this wind leveled whatever was offered to me at the time, in years no more real than the ones I was living. What did other people's deaths or a mother's love matter to me; what did his God or the lives people choose or the fate they think they elect matter to me when we're all elected by the same fate, me and billions of privileged people like him who also called themselves my brothers? Couldn't he see, couldn't he see that? Everybody was privileged. There were only privileged people. The others would all be condemned one day. And he would be condemned, too.
Pick one:
1] philosophy at its most relevance
2] philosophy at its least relevance
3] both
Every woman knows that, regardless of all her other achievements, she is a failure if she is not beautiful.
Any of these failures here?
I find that those men who are personally most polite to women, who call them angels and all that, cherish in secret the greatest contempt for them.
Any of those assholes here?
It takes a great deal of courage and independence to decide to design your own image instead of the one that society rewards, but it gets easier as you go along.
The first part is true but trust me...not necessarily the second.
Reading was my first solitary vice. I read while I ate, I read in the loo, I read in the bath. When I was supposed to be sleeping, I was reading.
Define "vice"?
Human beings have an inalienable right to invent themselves.
Okay, but look where that's gotten us.
Is it too much to ask that women be spared the daily struggle for superhuman beauty in order to offer it to the caresses of a subhumanly ugly mate?
I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.
Lesson learned?
Just do it.
But I wasn't sure. I wasn't sure at all. How did I know that someday―at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere―the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?
Here for example.
Everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end.
Naturally though for most.
The more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.
From the kids, say.
I’d discovered, after a lot of extreme apprehension about what spoons to use, that if you do something incorrect at table with a certain arrogance, as if you knew perfectly well you were doing it properly, you can get away with it and nobody will think you are bad-mannered or poorly brought up. They will think you are original and very witty.
Next up: forks and knives.
I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three... nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn't see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.
iambiguous wrote: ↑Mon Oct 24, 2022 8:53 pmThe Onion
Well, it took me ages to find where you hang out and finally I have found you. I've heard upon the grape vine that you could possibly be nominated for THE most boring moron on the internet. The fact that you don't understand a thread title that indicates a singular rather than plural form to post within a thread means you could quite possibly be right up there for the other award of also being the biggest idiot toooo...
iambiguous for the win - the most boring moron on the internet AND the biggest idiot for not comprehending the English of the title of a thread.
Well done.
ps. U do real eyes U could create an actual thread for your MULTIPLE quoteS of the day and let us get back to what this thread actually implies U STUPID FUCKING IMBECILE.
