kropotkin wrote:
today I woke up, showered, shaved and off to work I go.....
I spend 8 hours in a mindless grind of scanning items like
cat food and deodorant and frozen meals and bananas
and it was just like yesterday....and the day before....
and every day for the last 11 years.....
As I engage in this nihilistic process, I grow old and weary....
My days ahead are shorter then my days behind....
How do I find comfort or relief in my days of mindless drudgery....
How do I find peace of mind in these endless days of routine.....
When do I find the release of my soul as my body is ground into dust....
I am tired... tired in mind, body and soul.. tired of life......
my days are interchangable with every other day......
with no means of escaping the daily monotony.....
must I wait until death to set my soul free?
promethean75 wrote:your second to last post was very touching, krackpotkin, and not badly done. the lotus eaters one was good too, i'm pretty sure. but what is this thread, anyway? one of those open journals like d63's got over in the sandbox? well if it is, I HEAR YOU, BROTHER. i hear you loud and clear. and i might be the only one with the exception of serendipper. i don't know if you get around these threads, but the big dipper's got a good handle on things. the rest couldn't care less; you might as well be talking to that produce cart you push around at the grocery store all day.
speaking of grocery stores, i actually replied to one of your monologues about that a while back over at my failed forum. i can't find it now, but in it i suggested that you quit your job, sell everything you own except for your backpack, and become an expat over in southeast asia somewhere. this life you live now.... stocking shelves for 10 bucks an hour all day and then pouring your heart out in a few posts that nobody here cares about, well... that's no way to live, man.
and don't you go worrying about 'spreading the marxism' . marx is alive and well (recall that he had no last words; last words are for fools who haven't said enough) and coming to a planet near you. let the pros handle that... you just worry about getting the fuck out of that job and onto a beach somewhere where you can listen to michael bolton in peace. and don't tell me you don't like michael bolton. they play it all day at the grocery store. by now you should know every one of his songs by heart.
meno wrote:75. been there done that. Alas, the soul grows weary of every and any situation and soon the grass back home tolls another country walk in those ol familiar places, be it a distorted visage of a reactionary fluke,
there ain't Norton's like home, always return even of a known current nostalgic delirium. Plus K has family and he is responsible for them and tjeuay not.share his
wanderlust.
May be, I'm all off. If he had portfolio like those post war west bank settlers , with more then a knack for personal impressions, or any channelled expression . THERE, he may be in for an incontrovertible regret.
What say?
promethean75 wrote:meno wrote:75. been there done that. Alas, the soul grows weary of every and any situation and soon the grass back home tolls another country walk in those ol familiar places, be it a distorted visage of a reactionary fluke,
there ain't Norton's like home, always return even of a known current nostalgic delirium. Plus K has family and he is responsible for them and tjeuay not.share his
wanderlust.
May be, I'm all off. If he had portfolio like those post war west bank settlers , with more then a knack for personal impressions, or any channelled expression . THERE, he may be in for an incontrovertible regret.
What say?
i'd say that's understandable, sure, but not something i could indentify with. i had pretty much figured out that everything was 'wrong' by the age of twenty, and knew then that i'd never commit to the kind of 'normal' life most people lead. there would be no steady job, no house, no family and very little property. maybe in some other world, but not this one. this one was nothing to make any serious investments in. it was for fun and not to be taken seriously. 'course i could have decided otherwise, but it would have required me to sacrifice my 'principles'... and these were more dear to me than anything i might gain by compromising them. and in the twenty some years that followed that decision, my convictions have only been strengthened. i thank my lucky stars that i didn't 'walk the straight and narrow'. i can't imagine what a disaster i might have become had i done so.
and i never asked myself that most pressing of questions that normal people ask: 'what will you do when you get old'. to me the answer seemed obvious. don't get old, and if and when you get weary, it's the right time to die. one has to know when to die. as nietzsche put it, sometimes it can become indecent to continue living.
but yes, i understand. humans are nest builders and like to live in large immobile boxes in clusters of other large immobile boxes in which other nest builders live. that's a very strange, herd-like behavior and seems rather uneventful, but i suppose there's nothing wrong with it.
Meno_ wrote:promethean75 wrote:meno wrote:75. been there done that. Alas, the soul grows weary of every and any situation and soon the grass back home tolls another country walk in those ol familiar places, be it a distorted visage of a reactionary fluke,
there ain't Norton's like home, always return even of a known current nostalgic delirium. Plus K has family and he is responsible for them and tjeuay not.share his
wanderlust.
May be, I'm all off. If he had portfolio like those post war west bank settlers , with more then a knack for personal impressions, or any channelled expression . THERE, he may be in for an incontrovertible regret.
What say?
i'd say that's understandable, sure, but not something i could indentify with. i had pretty much figured out that everything was 'wrong' by the age of twenty, and knew then that i'd never commit to the kind of 'normal' life most people lead. there would be no steady job, no house, no family and very little property. maybe in some other world, but not this one. this one was nothing to make any serious investments in. it was for fun and not to be taken seriously. 'course i could have decided otherwise, but it would have required me to sacrifice my 'principles'... and these were more dear to me than anything i might gain by compromising them. and in the twenty some years that followed that decision, my convictions have only been strengthened. i thank my lucky stars that i didn't 'walk the straight and narrow'. i can't imagine what a disaster i might have become had i done so.
and i never asked myself that most pressing of questions that normal people ask: 'what will you do when you get old'. to me the answer seemed obvious. don't get old, and if and when you get weary, it's the right time to die. one has to know when to die. as nietzsche put it, sometimes it can become indecent to continue living.
but yes, i understand. humans are nest builders and like to live in large immobile boxes in clusters of other large immobile boxes in which other nest builders live. that's a very strange, herd-like behavior and seems rather uneventful, but i suppose there's nothing wrong with it.
Listen 75, please.
I know You will not. And I would not want to either to express the extent of which You've grabbed my attention.
You must be far Younger then I imagined .
Please listen. There is a god who can not physically help us because IT is also a spiritual being.
You must not believe that evolution not coalesced with the body and mind and soul and the spirit as well.
Its just that interaction is cyclical, just as is life. It never stops , ever, it continues for ever in a timeless void of which some have inkling. That is so hard to believe . is as hard as the breaking heart of a child who is told there is no Santa Clause
If people stopped believing in Santa, it would terminate the epoch that commemarated Christianity, which dictates positive feelings of carrying our crosses, that we can all share.
The development of this philosophical tradition is really of inestimable value,
and it's surfacing out of the nothingness of human consciousness is a miracle really, however interpreted.
You must have had a beautiful mother and maybe a non caring father.and no caring brothers as well.
If you don't believe in love per se, try believing in mine, toward You, a perfect stranger.
God be with You and atixl around for at.least.one person You could lovr and who may also love You for who You are.
If not, love Yourself as I tried to love , because me too feel such a failed soul, but don't let the erosion of faith of a.20 year.old child- soul over come that, which is yet to come
Yes I like Nietzsche from the time I was in my twenties and he was.my sole mate.
Cheers.and God bless.
It may be I am way off the mark, but not by much.
meno wrote:perfectly right minded folks like Beverly hillbilies
promethean75 wrote:meno wrote:perfectly right minded folks like Beverly hillbilies
now look what you've done. you've inspired me to re-write the ballad of jed clampett.
click here and begin singing:
Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed
the poor motherfucker barely kept his family fed
Then one day he was shootin at some food
And up through the ground come a trump in the nude
naked that is, no clothes on, birthday suit.
Well the first thing you know jed shot the billionaire
the kinfolk said 'jed take em over there!'
Said the pig pen is the place he oughta be
So they loaded up the trump and they moved him carefully
gently, that is. didn't drop em, real slow.
Well now its time to say hooray for Jed and all his kin
the rich orangutan won't be botherin' them again
You're all invited back next week to jed's community
where you can get a plate of food and medical for free
no cost, that is. fully insured. not outrageously priced.
Y'all come back now, y'hear?
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