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>i honestly think a great many people go and have gone through their lives in this very state of mingled desperation, terror, boredom, and loneliness. because they don't know what else to do. or because they do know what to do but don't do it. or any number of other human reasons. despair and modernity.

exhibit A over here. im a barnacle on the ship but at least i can be sorta eloquent about it. it really is a gilded mediocrity. a fascination with one's linguistic capacity for distilling Big Fucking Problems into a few pithy, philosophically dense, quasi-poetic phrases. makes for roaring good conversations but i wouldn't be doing this right if i wasn't aware that it's just my sublimating deep and probably incurable ontological pain.

though id like to say, when Shestov writes that God was right to call Creation Good on the 7th Day, and essentially this has never changed, he is absolutely correct. deep down beneath our bullshit things really are Fundamentally Okay. It really is Good. because it's only our bullshit that made it otherwise. but i cant sit around slackjawed looking at the way the sunlight falls on the leaves. you need to wear blinders to live day in and day out. but at least death will rip them off for good.

>and *recognition* of suffering. *mutual recognition.*

but what if there is no recognition? some of us are just hurtling through the void. this is what weil talks about, the true void is suffering without consolation and suffering without recognition. and that's the real test, to forgive a reality that'll never hear you.

continental philosophy really is great sometimes. it doesn't fix any of your fucking problems, it just makes you kind of more comfortable with being a complete and utter fucking mutant. there's no fucking escaping it so you might as well get cozy.

preach it. what're ya gonna do? the conscious slave is infinitely more dignified than the unconscious, i guess, but maybe that's just what the conscious slave tells himself

isn't philosophy the ultimate narrativization of the loss, as Zizek would put it? since you've read Less Than Nothing, i think you can remember what he said about the negation of the negation: that the latter is not the return to wholeness but even the loss of what made its absence intelligibible in the first place. you negate the narrative of how you ended up in the void and you just get a radical void, radical absence of ontological coordinates. i want to make the leap but it'll either kill me or make me a buddha, there's no middle way.

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