Orx of Twinleaf
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Now, before I even start the thread, I must lead with a disclaimer. I know this community is among one of the tamer ones by far I've ever had the pleasure of observing, but the point still stands that touchy subjects can crop up, and if there is to be any real gain from a discussion of this nature we must all remember that philosophical discussions are best held amorally. That means that we all share opinions and thoughts without paying heed to moral or immoral contexts because we are all here speaking for the purpose of speaking and not to incite one another, no matter how outlandish or demonizing things may or may not become. To take offense where none is meant is to give offense where it will be taken. Don't take these things personally and don't let them incite you. If you are the sort that is agitated by having their worldviews called into question, do us both the favor and move along, as it will only distress you and then distress us for having distressed you. Moreover, no matter how dark or cerebral things may become, remember that I am just a reclusive madman: I am in no way preaching some manner of glorious truth and neither are any of us. These kinds of questions don't have answers, and that's why I bother asking them. Don't leave here taking any of these viewpoints as ones to live by. Especially the nihilistic ones.
Now, I am going to pose some questions for--I admit it!--selfish reasons. The simple truth of the matter is that no matter how much of my preciously short life I throw at these kinds of things I never get anything out of it that doesn't reek of nihilism.
Socrates was the one who said that the only thing he knew for certain was that he knew nothing. In the Socratic spirit, then, we must come to terms with the horrible truth that we can't know anything, and what knowledge we have is but illusory and clung to out of fear for losing what little we think we comprehend. Perhaps I was supposed to have a valve to turn off when outside of these thought processes so it didn't drag down my quality of life, but it would seem that I missed that particular memo.
So, entertain me would you? Riddle me this: when you cannot know anything, everything is thus unknown, and in the face of this most fearsome of oblivions, how do you manage going from one day to the next without collapsing into a spiral of despair? It is all well and good to say you ignore the problem, that's what we all do; what I would like to know is how those of you who cope with it directly manage to do so.
We see what we look for, and when I look onto the world I see pain and horror. Another may instead see joy and hope, but the point stands that both myself and that other person are seeing something. I see horror because it's there to be seen, and they see hope because it, too, exists. Those who look onto the crushing void at the end of their thin-spined book often are scarred with the awareness that somewhere there is always terror to be had, and this eternal shadow sours the taste of what pleasures life presents.
Pray tell, my ally in this pointless battle: how is it one might look into the face of facelessness and manage to smile back?
Now, I am going to pose some questions for--I admit it!--selfish reasons. The simple truth of the matter is that no matter how much of my preciously short life I throw at these kinds of things I never get anything out of it that doesn't reek of nihilism.
Socrates was the one who said that the only thing he knew for certain was that he knew nothing. In the Socratic spirit, then, we must come to terms with the horrible truth that we can't know anything, and what knowledge we have is but illusory and clung to out of fear for losing what little we think we comprehend. Perhaps I was supposed to have a valve to turn off when outside of these thought processes so it didn't drag down my quality of life, but it would seem that I missed that particular memo.
So, entertain me would you? Riddle me this: when you cannot know anything, everything is thus unknown, and in the face of this most fearsome of oblivions, how do you manage going from one day to the next without collapsing into a spiral of despair? It is all well and good to say you ignore the problem, that's what we all do; what I would like to know is how those of you who cope with it directly manage to do so.
We see what we look for, and when I look onto the world I see pain and horror. Another may instead see joy and hope, but the point stands that both myself and that other person are seeing something. I see horror because it's there to be seen, and they see hope because it, too, exists. Those who look onto the crushing void at the end of their thin-spined book often are scarred with the awareness that somewhere there is always terror to be had, and this eternal shadow sours the taste of what pleasures life presents.
Pray tell, my ally in this pointless battle: how is it one might look into the face of facelessness and manage to smile back?
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