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I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness.
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buttonmcthickums · 1 year
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I grow my houseplants in a semi hydro setup, in LECA.
This type of post is lovingly called root porn in the semi hydro community XD
Philodendron Billietiae, Alocasia Frydek, Syngonium Albo, and 2 separate Syngonium Mojitos however one has lost it’s variegation. )’:
Part 2 after the jump.
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scrubsandsweats · 2 years
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On moving out:
When people say you find yourself when you move out, what they mean is that you find out how to govern yourself. You find out your priorities, hobbies, and habits. You decide how you decorate and how much money you are allowed to spend. You discover what you value. You get a glimpse of yourself when no one is watching.
You might realize you are not the labels that define you. Nor are you the person society expects of you. You’re not your past or previous actions. You’re simply experiencing existence. A consciousness defined in stone, despite being made of flesh. Maybe we are our thoughts, which by nature are fleeting and temporary. Did I find myself after moving out? Who am I looking for? The answer is subject to change.
Once I die, my life will be over. Parts of it will be revised, edited and eventually forgotten. Where do I find myself then?
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thehumanfront · 1 year
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The Unbearable Lightness of Being is a novel written by Milan Kundera. The bowler hat is one of its motifs. (rolffimages via Adobe Stock)
The Unbearable Lightness of Being
If someone offered you a life that repeated itself infinitely, would you take it? Life as we know it is deprived of weight; for every event occurs only once. Thin and fleeting, the present is inscrutable. The future is shrouded by uncertainty. Friedrich Nietzsche, for one, favoured repetition: the beauty of necessity. A life of eternal recurrence? Divine!
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kunderais a story about the heavy and the light. The heavy signifies fate: the force of being ‘nailed to eternity’, of carrying the ultimate responsibility of our actions by seeing them repeat, their necessity, their reality, and their truth.
The light signifies the present: its weightlessness, ethereality, and the absence of burden.
Which is the correct approach to life: heavy or light? Nietzsche and Parmenides disagree on which is the positive pole.
According to Nietzsche’s eternal return, fate is to be loved. In it we face what is necessary and thereby see beauty. Amor fati!
Parmenides, by contrast, saw splendidness in constancy. He forbade change, let alone a perpetuity of things coming in and out of existence. Reality is unchanging; being cannot be dispelled, regathered, or repeated. Lightness is cherished.
The answer remains ambiguous to us all. Indeed, Kundera’s characters slew between both sides of the dilemma. Though one senses Kundera himself is drawn to the heavy.
Our experience of love (amongst many other things) exemplifies the opposition of heavy and light.
In love you attach yourself to The One: the person with whom you could spend eternity, over and over. Love is therefore heavy: undying and unable to be thinned by repetition. ‘En muss sein!’ Kundera cites Beethoven: ‘It must be so!’ Love is a necessary connection.
Yet, in imagining just one small change to the past, we meet an unbearable lightness. ‘Es könnte auch anders sein,’ writes Kundera: ‘It could just as well be otherwise’.
Life is full of such mysterious oppositions and ambiguities.
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maddiviner · 1 year
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accordingtoyaz · 1 year
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The Power Of The Pride And The Wisdom Of The Lion
The lioness is strong on her own, but she understands the power of community and unity. This is why lions form prides, tigers are solitary. When the tiger meets the lion, he might not need his pride to win the fight, but he can fight more aggressively and recklessly, knowing that he has lionesses to back him up. I had been temporarily alone, surviving the experience made me tougher; but there is strength in community, no one is an island. We need each other, let me tell you that I have your back. We are fam.
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angeleyes333x · 2 years
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euesworld · 2 years
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"A heartbeat is something very special, something we take for granted.. each beat a grain of sand fallen from the hourglass of time. Each and every second, every beat is precious and amazing, wonderful.. going against nature itself to animate your body, your mind, your soul, giving you time to be alive. It's crazy what such a small thing as a heartbeat, being often overlooked, can do.. it seems so trivial. Magic. That's what it is.. defying nature to bring us so many memories in our lives, your heartbeat beats a symphony of life yet you never once give it a thought. It's beautiful, that's all I'm saying.. inner beauty. Don't waste your life.. you have a limited number of heartbeats, you never expect one to be your last. But yes, it will come, will you be prepared for that?"
Are you prepared to die? What did you really do with your life? Was it worth it? Or will you be terrified cause you did nothing to be proud of - eUë
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coffeecatsuwu · 2 years
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i keep finding pressed flowers between my books; prep for my feminism paper on thursday
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arc-777 · 1 year
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It’s kind of funny to me how raising someone and razing someone sound the same until you look at it on paper. Sometimes people can’t tell the difference
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theidealistphilosophy · 8 months
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That is why I go into solitude— so as not to drink out of everybody’s cistern. When I am among the many I live as the many do, and I do not think as I really think; after a time it always seems as though they want to banish me from myself and rob me of my soul— and I grow angry with everybody and fear everybody.
Friedrich Nietzsche, Daybreak: Thoughts on the Prejudices of Morality.
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whysperwizard · 2 years
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"Ex nihilo nihil fit" - nothing comes from nothing.
Parmenides
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the-weyr · 1 year
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see i am not a big enough nerd about mcr or philosophy to write the Stoic analysis of black parade that i’ve been thinking about for the past year, but i’m also not normal enough about either to stop thinking about it.
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thehumanfront · 2 years
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The Absurd Man
In our latest article we dissect Camus’ ‘absurd man’ (not literally!) in The Myth of Sisyphus. We focus on the actor of the stage.
‘The actor taught us this: there is no frontier between being and appearing. Let me repeat. None of this has any meaning. The final effort for these related minds is to manage to free themselves also from their undertakings: succeed in granting that the very work, whether it be conquest, love, or creation, may well not be; consummate the utter futility of any individual life.’
Read the article here.
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maddiviner · 2 years
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Do you have any thoughts on the idea of p-zombies, often jokingly called NPCs? It’s far from just a silly thought experiment, and many people seem to genuinely believe in the concept.
Here’s my take. First off, it’s bullshit. There’s no such thing as a p-zombie. Perhaps with AI becoming more advanced, we’ll create one, but not now.
Also? If p-zombies did exist (and I don’t believe they do), well, how would that work? It’s interesting that people adopted the term NPC lately to describe the same idea.
I’m an avid TTRPG nerd, and for me, an NPC is a character controlled by the storyteller/gamemaster, rather than a player with a proper character sheet. Here’s the thing, though. Wouldn’t that mean that these p-zombies, too, would be controlled by a GM-ish entity? God? “The Universe?” The fucking demiurge?
But, uh… if you go into that whole “we are the universe experiencing itself” shit, then… we’re all NPCs, every last one of us. That’s cold comfort for those of us who spent our twenties studying continental philosophy, but, either way, the whole p-zombie concept is a shit rate thought experiment adopted by internet dipshits desperate to dehumanize others.
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