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I mean, come on.
Get up, go to work, come back, eat, go to bed. Repeat to fade.
They didn't tell us it would be like this. Endless service, with little reward. Do this, do that. Can't say no, or you'll lose your job, and you're even worse off than before.
I remember finger painting in Primary school. Hard to think that finger painting is societies great way of preparing future generations for the workplace, and indeed, society as a whole.
Simple fact is, we aren't prepared for it. Not properly. Which is why life turns out to be such a disappointment for so many.
And those who have come before us who have carved their little níche via their great imaginations do us no great service either. We see movies about space exploration, we read books about great adventures in wonderous lands. Explorations we will never conduct, lands we will never see, adventures we can never have.
We are told wonderous stories of lives that have never happened, lives which are, ultimately, better lived than any we here can achieve. Life holds no magic, no great lore that can give us freedom over evils. We cannot slay our demons, we cannot fight the dark, we cannot save the world.
And so instead we make do by "blending in", becoming a part of the system, just like everyone else. Though we read of great and magnificent individuals, we ourselves become so much a part of the pack that our individuality is all but invisible. We are all victims of modern society. Droned into workhorses by those above us, and then given release by seeing the fruit of other people's imagination. Be it films, books, games, whatever.
Few people get to live their dreams. I know enough to accept that I am not one of those few. I will never be a filmstar, a singer, a leader, a warrior, an adventurer, a saviour. I am destined to be nothing, nobody.
As are most of you. You might as well start accepting it now. Your life is to be run by a combination of work ethics and commercialisation. A shallow, empty and meaningless existence. Destined to merely praise those people who live their dreams as you see the fruits of their work.
Dreams, once so vivid as a child. Dreams which once spoke to me, and told me one day I could be a hero, a celebrity or a king. Dreams once so full of promise and possibility, now only serve to drum in the disappointment of the reality of continued existence. What a crock.
Commitment keeps me going. Gives me the strength I need to ignore my dreams, and carry on the bland disappointment of life. Some do better than I do though. Earn more money, have more holidays, buy more happiness. But while money can buy you holidays, houses, security, and, yes, even love, it cannot bribe the truth, for truth never perishes.
The one truth that burns through the human soul like a disease of despite and depravity. A truth so fundamental, that the vast majority of people refuse to think about it, and indeed block it out by whatever means possible. So many people ignore the truth, and so avoid asking the question that preceeds it. A question so damaging that it has cost the lives of millions of people during human history. Because the answers to the question breed only hollow contempt for the lives we are meaninglessly forced to carry out.
The question so many avoid, and so many others lie to answer is this:
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What is it all for? What is the meaning of life?
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And the answer that breaks so manmy hearts, the killer of millions as those who refuse to believe try to mask the awesome power of the truth is this:
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Nothing. There is no meaning. There is no fundamental purpose for you, for your neighbour, for anyone. Life and death are but one and the same, and your existence is but a drop in the ocean of time; For a moment making some almost indiscernable ripples, but ultimately, ineffectual and meaningless.
All your struggles, all your pains, all your efforts mean nothing.
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Life is the greatest waste of time since time itself began.
IB
Get up, go to work, come back, eat, go to bed. Repeat to fade.
They didn't tell us it would be like this. Endless service, with little reward. Do this, do that. Can't say no, or you'll lose your job, and you're even worse off than before.
I remember finger painting in Primary school. Hard to think that finger painting is societies great way of preparing future generations for the workplace, and indeed, society as a whole.
Simple fact is, we aren't prepared for it. Not properly. Which is why life turns out to be such a disappointment for so many.
And those who have come before us who have carved their little níche via their great imaginations do us no great service either. We see movies about space exploration, we read books about great adventures in wonderous lands. Explorations we will never conduct, lands we will never see, adventures we can never have.
We are told wonderous stories of lives that have never happened, lives which are, ultimately, better lived than any we here can achieve. Life holds no magic, no great lore that can give us freedom over evils. We cannot slay our demons, we cannot fight the dark, we cannot save the world.
And so instead we make do by "blending in", becoming a part of the system, just like everyone else. Though we read of great and magnificent individuals, we ourselves become so much a part of the pack that our individuality is all but invisible. We are all victims of modern society. Droned into workhorses by those above us, and then given release by seeing the fruit of other people's imagination. Be it films, books, games, whatever.
Few people get to live their dreams. I know enough to accept that I am not one of those few. I will never be a filmstar, a singer, a leader, a warrior, an adventurer, a saviour. I am destined to be nothing, nobody.
As are most of you. You might as well start accepting it now. Your life is to be run by a combination of work ethics and commercialisation. A shallow, empty and meaningless existence. Destined to merely praise those people who live their dreams as you see the fruits of their work.
Dreams, once so vivid as a child. Dreams which once spoke to me, and told me one day I could be a hero, a celebrity or a king. Dreams once so full of promise and possibility, now only serve to drum in the disappointment of the reality of continued existence. What a crock.
Commitment keeps me going. Gives me the strength I need to ignore my dreams, and carry on the bland disappointment of life. Some do better than I do though. Earn more money, have more holidays, buy more happiness. But while money can buy you holidays, houses, security, and, yes, even love, it cannot bribe the truth, for truth never perishes.
The one truth that burns through the human soul like a disease of despite and depravity. A truth so fundamental, that the vast majority of people refuse to think about it, and indeed block it out by whatever means possible. So many people ignore the truth, and so avoid asking the question that preceeds it. A question so damaging that it has cost the lives of millions of people during human history. Because the answers to the question breed only hollow contempt for the lives we are meaninglessly forced to carry out.
The question so many avoid, and so many others lie to answer is this:
==================================================
What is it all for? What is the meaning of life?
==================================================
And the answer that breaks so manmy hearts, the killer of millions as those who refuse to believe try to mask the awesome power of the truth is this:
==================================================
Nothing. There is no meaning. There is no fundamental purpose for you, for your neighbour, for anyone. Life and death are but one and the same, and your existence is but a drop in the ocean of time; For a moment making some almost indiscernable ripples, but ultimately, ineffectual and meaningless.
All your struggles, all your pains, all your efforts mean nothing.
==================================================
Life is the greatest waste of time since time itself began.
IB
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Fingers crossed.
RoJ wrote:
> Is death freedom?
Only if you find out that your soul is a super-spirit that can shape-shift into any form and time travel wherever it desires.
> Is death freedom?
Only if you find out that your soul is a super-spirit that can shape-shift into any form and time travel wherever it desires.
Is death freedom? No, becasue you are dead. So technically, you can never be 100% free.
At the end of the day, it comes down to how you define freedom.
But you can't just say "I am free". You need a hefty caveat, defining exactly what that means.
I am free!*
*within confines of national or international laws, the laws of physics, economics and society rah rah rah ad infinitum etc.
But you can't just say "I am free". You need a hefty caveat, defining exactly what that means.
I am free!*
*within confines of national or international laws, the laws of physics, economics and society rah rah rah ad infinitum etc.
Insane Bartender wrote:
> You have some choice in what you do, but only within the confines of
> the rules set out within law, economic reality and society. Nobody is
> free.
Fair point.
In the same way, I can say that I am not free to do what I want, as I couldn't jump off a cliff and walk away from it.
So in the same way we are confined by the laws of gravity, and the physical laws governing our bodies.
We are imprisoned within our own skin and bone...
> You have some choice in what you do, but only within the confines of
> the rules set out within law, economic reality and society. Nobody is
> free.
Fair point.
In the same way, I can say that I am not free to do what I want, as I couldn't jump off a cliff and walk away from it.
So in the same way we are confined by the laws of gravity, and the physical laws governing our bodies.
We are imprisoned within our own skin and bone...
Your Honour wrote:
> But you still have choice. You can choose to live off benefits. You
> can choose what kins of job you get. Ok, so not all of us can
> suddenly decide to be brain surgeons, but the options are there.
Yes, but they are limited, there is no 'freedom' as such.
> You want a specific job? Go and get the qualifications needed to do
> the job.
>
> You want to change job, look in the paper and on the 'net, and start
> appling for new jobs.
This is what I'm talking about. Dependence. You have to generate income, in real terms or otherwise, because you belong to a system that requires you to do so. Pay taxes and/or benefit from them etc etc etc.
You have some choice in what you do, but only within the confines of the rules set out within law, economic reality and society. Nobody is free.
> But you still have choice. You can choose to live off benefits. You
> can choose what kins of job you get. Ok, so not all of us can
> suddenly decide to be brain surgeons, but the options are there.
Yes, but they are limited, there is no 'freedom' as such.
> You want a specific job? Go and get the qualifications needed to do
> the job.
>
> You want to change job, look in the paper and on the 'net, and start
> appling for new jobs.
This is what I'm talking about. Dependence. You have to generate income, in real terms or otherwise, because you belong to a system that requires you to do so. Pay taxes and/or benefit from them etc etc etc.
You have some choice in what you do, but only within the confines of the rules set out within law, economic reality and society. Nobody is free.
Light wrote:
> Mm, you have. Since he made the reference to the Matrix in fact. So no
> correlation between that and you starting up with the insults then?
No, I was calling him monkey boy well before that for his continued inability to understand anything.
> Mm, you have. Since he made the reference to the Matrix in fact. So no
> correlation between that and you starting up with the insults then?
No, I was calling him monkey boy well before that for his continued inability to understand anything.
Haven't read this for a while, but a page or two back, IB says this about being tied into the system of the economy:
"So you have to get a job, or try to live off benefits, depending on how much of a muppet you are."
But you still have choice. You can choose to live off benefits. You can choose what kins of job you get. Ok, so not all of us can suddenly decide to be brain surgeons, but the options are there.
You want a specific job? Go and get the qualifications needed to do the job.
You want to change job, look in the paper and on the 'net, and start appling for new jobs.
The limitation of the system is that you must have A job, not a specific employment, it is that which you have the choice over.
"So you have to get a job, or try to live off benefits, depending on how much of a muppet you are."
But you still have choice. You can choose to live off benefits. You can choose what kins of job you get. Ok, so not all of us can suddenly decide to be brain surgeons, but the options are there.
You want a specific job? Go and get the qualifications needed to do the job.
You want to change job, look in the paper and on the 'net, and start appling for new jobs.
The limitation of the system is that you must have A job, not a specific employment, it is that which you have the choice over.
Mm, you have. Since he made the reference to the Matrix in fact. So no correlation between that and you starting up with the insults then?
Not really, I've been referring to him as monkey boy for over a week now.
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