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For a long time, going all the way back, soon after my first concept of universal questions, I was annoyed with religion, and at times infuriated with the stupidity of believers. I've tried to gain a tolerance, and when I say tolerance perhaps I mean a resignation that humans will be humans, and even an aesthetic appreciation for religion - I like Bosch, Bergman, I can even appreciate Dante. But the old fundamental problem still stares me in the face, as I'm reminded by Nietzsche, and the logic textbook I am reading in college, which is people projecting their own world view, what they want to believe, onto the world they live in.

The intellectual dishonesty, the pomposity, the in group mentality of it has always disgusted me, and at certain times in my life infuriated me to the point of a burning anger inside my head, that I am at the mercy of these imbecilic, hypocritical liars, mixed with a shame that I am judged inescapably by their standards. We're taught when we are young to act according to reason and good sense, but then when one grows even the smallest budding flower of mental reason and faculty, that good sense turns out to be a front put on by people who have constructed their own biases in their world view.

The fact of moral relativity, that people have a personal, emotional preference, and try to act like it's objectively true, even projecting their own made up versions of reality onto the the idea of nature itself, one which conveniently resembles themselves because that is all the imbecilic believer can imagine, is one which inescapably permeates this world of very low level life forms known as human beings which I am forced to live among in this hell called people. Nietzsche may be telling me things I've thought for a long time, but hearing them in so obvious a way as to write it off as mundane immediately, reminds me of how jaded I've become.

>> No.12806398

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>> No.12806852

>self absorbed shit
This is not your blog. Grow up or fuck off

>> No.12807054

>>12806852
t. brainlet

>> No.12807966

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>> No.12809168

>Le undergraduate with no self awareness