CollectionsYour library (3,971), Books (3,246), eBooks (457), Pdf (231), AudioBook (23), Theology (135), Wishlist (7), Read but unowned (23), All collections (3,999)
TagsBook (3,293), NoISBN2 (1,695), Philosophy (760), eBook (454), Economics (294), Pdf (230), Sex (222), Math (178), Existentialism (160), Theology (141) — see all tags
Cloudstag cloud, author cloud, tag mirror
About meAn atheistic existential nihilistic atheist with more than a touch of absurdism thrown in for good measure, who does not stay in bed all day mourning over how pointless existence is but instead tries to experience life to its fullest.
"The 'I' cannot be generalized."
We are the end point of a history that stretches continually back to the beginning of the universe. In a democracy of objects, you have no need to justify your existence to anyone. You are the direct expression of the irrational exuberance of the universe. Your are the experiment - live it!
We are not nouns, but verbs. The self is a process, not a thing.
To paraphrase Giacomo Leopardi, a child's first loss of innocence occurs when he realizes that all living things die, and I would add, the second is when he realizes this includes god...'when I was a child, I had childish thoughts, but as an adult I've put away childish things.'
One should choose one's beliefs rationally, but live one's life irrationally...
If you never question your beliefs, never question the beliefs your society and parents taught you, then you are no different from a trained monkey. As the bible says 'train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will be indistinguishable from a trained monkey.'
Proverbs 22:6 - Sapere aude!
"In the beginning, all human beings lived in a swamp of habit and mass-mindedness. A few rare and gifted individuals lifted themselves up to the dry ground, where they could look back on their old lives in a self-conscious and critical spirit. This constitutes the true birth of the subject: 'anyone who takes part in a programme for de-passivizing themselves, and crosses from the side of the merely formed to that of the forming, becomes a subject.'"
Adam Kirsch on Peter Sloterdijk.
"The path of a reader is not a runway but more a hack through a forest, with individual twists and turns, entanglements and moments of surprise." (Holden, 2004)
Although it may seem I collect books, I prefer to collect experiences.
When people ask if I've read all my books, I reply that I am acquainted with all of them, some more intimately than others...aren't books just like friends in that way?
I have three kindles(DX, Fire, White), a Samsung Tablet, and a Samsung Note 3, but I still prefer books.
In my spare time, I like to make photographs, ride motorcycles.
Some oddities about me:
I wear a Christopher Ward mechanical watch and write with a retractable Namiki Pilot fountain pen with a semi-Italic nib( It's a much more sensuous way of writing. )
I bought my first book when I was 6 for 10¢. It was a fat tome about the history of the United States. I can't say that I ever read it, but that started my romance with books...
What is the force that through the green fuse drives the flower?
We have evolved an excess of consciousness, which makes us aware that we will someday die. Consciously or unconsciously we deploy all sorts of techniques to ignore and mask this uncomfortable fact. At some point though, when these techniques fail, and the soporific effects of the Abrahamic faiths have worn off, when religion, alcohol, drugs, sex and a personal relationship with Jesus no longer mask this painful truth, you come face to face with the realization that you are just a gene copying bio-robot, a puppet of nature who only thinks he has control of the strings...an effect rather than a cause. You grasp desperately at your only consolation: life after death. However, you soon realize that this is just one of the futile techniques used to make life livable. It dawns on you what an eternity of consciousness really means: It means eventually doing the same things over and over again an infinite number of times, having the same conversations with the same people an infinite number of times, having sex with everyone who ever lived or ever will live an infinite number of times. It is then you realize your only salvation lies in the extinction of consciousness. You realize that consciousness itself is the real supernatural horror that has intruded unexpectedly into nature. The source of horror lies in human consciousness itself.
This extinction of consciousness lies in the visio beatifica, or what the Buddhist’s call Nirvana, which is dwelling in perpetual orgasmic bliss for all eternity where self-consciousness no longer exists. Orgasms we have now are a foretaste of things to come. It is the prolepsis of our future state.
"Within an hour of my visit to Harvard’s Widener Library, I was beginning to suspect that smut had been behind the rise of … everything. I discovered that pornos caused the French Revolution, and that the Renaissance really got going when images of hard-core, swan-on-guy action began to circulate among the people. Every pornographer of note, it seemed, was a pop philosopher; every philosopher, a closet pornographer. As for the rise of the novel, of literary realism, this, I learned, was linked to a certain eighteenth-century depiction of a ponytailed dude taking it from behind from another ponytailed dude while the first dude gets sucked off by a chick, who is also taking it from behind from yet a third ponytailed dude, all while another chick—who happens to be wearing a lovely Dormeuse-style cap—rides piggyback on the first dude, which positions her perfectly to flog the third dude, while being orally pleasured from behind by the second dude. The caption to this illustration reads, “A Typical Scene.” According to the pile of books I’d stacked onto my library desk, our story is nothing but the evolutionary history of the Porno sapiens."
Everything we value in modern society was made possible by pornography.
Finding something of value in religion is akin to spotting a kernel of undigested corn floating in the toilet after a particularly nasty bowel movement.
It should be illegal to give children religious instruction before the age of consent because it is morally equivalent to rape. If a child is not old enough to give informed consent to sex, then they’re certainly not old enough to evaluate and give informed consent to religious beliefs.
What are the odds that any child is born into a family with the correct religious beliefs?
On faith: a reductio
Basing one’s beliefs on faith introduces epistemological relativism. There is no way to adjudicate between beliefs. In the democracy of faith, all beliefs and actions are the same from an epistemological point of view. Anything based on faith becomes morally equivalent to anything else based on faith. Every barbarity and every act of kindness become morally equivalent.
From a faith-based worldview, Hitler and Jesus become morally equivalent. The faith-based thinker therefore cannot condemn Hitler for the liquidation of millions of Jews, Poles, Romani, homosexuals and others because his beliefs were based on a faith-based ideology.
The most evil person in the world is the simple bible-believer kneeling beside their bed praying to god and reading their bible. Why? Faith-based thinking facilitates ideologues. Faith facilitates evil. Faith provides an intellectual space for evil to flourish.
Since no evidence is ever allowed to enter into the adjudication, the only way to counter this point is to argue (with rhetoric) that your belief is the correct one…or use force because evidence, reason, logic and science are enemies in a faith-based worldview.
Faith is the root of all evil.
We cannot know his head and all the light
that ripened in his fabled eyes. But
his torso still glows like a gas lamp dimmed,
in which his gaze, lit long ago,
holds fast and shines. Otherwise the surge
of the breast could not blind you, nor a smile
run through the slight twist of the loins
toward the center where procreation thrived.
Otherwise this stone would stand deformed and curt
under the shoulders’ transparent plunge
and not glisten just like beasts’ fur
and not burst forth from all its contours,
like a star: for there is no place
that does not see you. You must change your life
Archaic Torso of Apollo, Rainer Maria Rilke, trans, Edward Snow.
“And Trojans hearing the brazen voice of Aeacides,
all their spirits quaked – even sleek-maned horses,
sensing death in the wind, slewed their chariots round
and charioteers were struck dumb when they saw that fire,
relentless, terrible, burst from proud-hearted Achilles’ head, blazing as fiery-eyed Athena fuelled the flames."
‘Stand in the trench Achilles, flame-capped and shout for me’
"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve".
PS: It doesn't hurt that her favorite author is Anaïs Nin, loves spending all her free time reading at a nude beach, and has a favorite vibrator...just say'n...of course not everyone can find the girl of their dreams...
Nil igitur mors est ad nos neque pertinet hilum,
Quandoquidem natura animi mortalis habetur
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
whistles far and wee
and eddieandbill come
running from marbles and
piracies and it's
when the world is puddle-wonderful
old baloonman whistles
far and wee
and bettyandisbel come dancing
from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
Wild honey smells of freedom
The dust--of sunlight
The mouth of a young girl, like a violet
But gold--smells of nothing.
Lines 1-4 "Wild Honey Smells of Freedom"
Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people living life in peace
You, you may say
I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
—the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
since feeling is first
"Do not aspire to immortal life,
but exhaust the limits of the possible."
Pindar, Pythian iii
"I beseech you, my brothers, be true to the earth, and do not believe those who speak to you of otherworldly hopes! They are poisoners, whether they know it or not."
We move and have our being in words.
=================== Blog Roll ===================
Global Center for Advanced Studies
Savor the flavor! Tasty?
ZZZZZZZZZZizek: A Brief Survey of Slavoj Žižek’s Best Cultural Criticism
Minds and Brains
Sub Specie Aeterni
The Philosopher's Magazine
Speculations - A Journal of Speculative Realism
Southern Poverty Law Center
Right Wing Watch
Freedom from Religion Foundation
Burning Man - DaVinci's Workshop (2016)
About my libraryMy obscurity rating is 82/649. Apparently, only 12.6% of Library Thingers share my interest in books. I own all the books. The cataloged books are my 'personal interest' library. My math, science, economics, and finance books are not cataloged. They would add roughly another 500 books.
VenuesFavorites | Visited
Favorite bookstoresBrazenhead Books, Daedalus Bookshop, Strand Bookstore
Favorite librariesAlderman Library (UVa), Jefferson-Madison Regional Library: Central Branch
Other favoritesVirginia Festival of the Book
Favorite authorsNot set
Account typepublic, lifetime
Member sinceOct 10, 2012