/lit/ - Literature

I think Kant has one of the most beautiful conceptions of human dignity in all of philosophy.

>>14903193
>I believe in one God, the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and of all things visible and invisible. And in one Lord Jesus Christ, the Son of God, the only-begotten, begotten of the Father before all ages. Light of Light; true God of true God; begotten, not made; of one essence with the Father, by whom all things were made; who for us men and for our salvation came down from heaven, and was incarnate of the Holy Spirit and the Virgin Mary, and became man. And He was crucified for us under Pontius Pilate, and suffered, and was buried. And the third day He rose again, according to the Scriptures; and ascended into heaven, and sits at the right hand of the Father; and He shall come again with glory to judge the living and the dead; whose Kingdom shall have no end. And in the Holy Spirit, the Lord, the Giver of Life, who proceeds from the Father; who with the Father and the Son together is worshipped and glorified; who spoke by the prophets. In one Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic Church. I acknowledge one baptism for the remission of sins. I look for the resurrection of the dead, and the life of the world to come. Amen.

I like to write while I'm drunk.
Here's what I wrote tonight (if the punctuation or sentence structure isn't perfect its because I'm smashed, sorry.)
>The terror reached out it's withered hand. Little Aster looked down upon it, mere inches from her face she could see every detail of its skin, nails and rough boney texture. For a moment fear subsided and was replaced with pity. The same she felt when she peeked between the cupboard doors at her frail mother, and her beautiful mangled features as she lay still on the kitchen floor. A juvenile mind finds it difficult to understand many things, emotions especially. Yet from the moment of our first breath every one of us understands pain, and kindness, and love; which is the union of the former. As such Aster, little as she may be, saw in the terror, the same emotion as in her mother Gwyneth a month ago. Love, and pain, and kindness. So she gently reached out her own hand, and when their fingertips touched she was shocked to find they were soft.
Until they weren't, because they had disappeared, dissolved into ash and fallen away.
First the fingers, the forearm, the chest, and finally the face.
Or rather her face.
But not before the bandages on head, for a split second Aster saw that under them were a pair of cold sunken eyes.
Eyes filled with love, and regret.
Just like Gwyneth's.

>>13741325
Thanks

>>13575800
This but without the second part. The schizophrenia, the mental breakdowns from reading, the teetering between manic optimism and crushing pessimism which accompanies the search for knowledge; all buoy my spirit and further my love for the human condition. Though i hold the majority of this board in contempt, i still think it represents, in the abstract, the nobler character of humanity.

>>13445015
>First and Last men

>Man himself, at the very least, is music, a brave theme that makes music also of its vast accompaniment, its matrix of storms and stars. Man himself in his degree is eternally a beauty in the eternal form of things. It is very good to have been man. And so we may go forward together with laughter in our hearts, and peace, thankful for the past, and for our own courage. For we shall make after all a fair conclusion to this brief music that is man.