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Aphorism 3: What is life?
For the Buddhist, existence reveals itself as suffering. To the Stoic’s eye, it unfolds in the tapestry of misery. The Cynic, stumbles upon it as something nasty, short, and brutish. Epicureans and hedonists keep looking for it in the pursuit of pleasure, ecstasy, and gratitude. The scientist takes meticulous trouble to observe it in the complex dance of functional protoplasm. The religious perceive it as a prelude to the afterlife. The Evolutionaries witness it as a relentless race, a theater of survival for the fittest. Nietzscheans, value it as an artistic endeavor—the constant enhancement of the self, a triumph over humanity, a daring leap beyond. Kantians, sees it in the ‘duty’ and keeping the ‘categorical imperative’ at the highest pedestal. The Absurd confronts it in endless repetition the Nihilist in meaninglessness. The Affirmist embraces it, while the Ephectic leaves the question open.
Aphorism 4: The illusions of romantic love
Let's hear it once more from the mouth of this truth-teller why 'love is the condition in which we are most prone to see things the way they are not.' Dear voyagers of the truth ship, humans have told themselves and keep telling themselves lies about this mirage, they worship as something sacred: 'Love.' Let me wish your ears the strength to bear the truth that this sanctified essence is never selfless, never other-regarding. It is neither eternal nor unconditional. It does not belong to the spirit, as its preachers want to convince you. It is not monogamous, as the leaders of this church want you to believe. This spirit hangs around with many, promising everyone its loyalty. Hear the bitter truth from me - this spirit is not omnipotent. It does not solve the problems of your life, as much as you want to believe.
Aphorism 5: Continuation on the illusion of romantic love
Fellow dream-weavers, you have only deceived yourselves that true love is based on intuition; a vibe or a special feeling will connect you with your soulmate. You have hoodwinked yourselves that love is an emotion that shall strike you someday. You are too lazy to consider that it may be a craft that requires learning or an action that requires to be performed, or something else among the hundred possibilities for it. You have deluded yourselves that pure love is wordless. If somehow, through a magical sense, your partner will understand your worry without you uttering a word about it. You have tricked yourselves that only in true love can you be honest and remain true to yourself, as if real love does not require secrets or masks. Oh, pensive soul, you have only allured yourselves that true love is found in romantic sunsets, beaches, and woods and not in the daily chores, yet it’s the trivial that occupies most of the love life.
Aphorism 3: What is life?
For the Buddhist, existence reveals itself as suffering. To the Stoic’s eye, it unfolds in the tapestry of misery. The Cynic stumbles upon it as something nasty, short, and brutish. Epicureans and hedonists keep looking for it in the pursuit of pleasure, ecstasy, and gratitude. The scientist takes meticulous trouble to observe it in the complex dance of functional protoplasm. The religious perceive it as a prelude to the afterlife. The Evolutionaries witness it as a relentless race, a theater of survival for the fittest. Nietzscheans, value it as an artistic endeavor—the constant enhancement of the self, a triumph over humanity, a daring leap beyond. Kantians see it in the ‘duty’ and keeping the ‘categorical imperative’ at the highest pedestal. The Absurd confronts it in endless repetition the Nihilist in meaninglessness. The Affirmist embraces it, while the Ephectic leaves the question open.
Aphorism 4: The illusions of romantic love
Let's hear it once more from the mouth of this truth-teller why 'love is the condition in which we are most prone to see things the way they are not.' Dear voyagers of the truth ship, humans have told themselves and keep telling themselves lies about this mirage, they worship as something sacred: 'Love.' Let me wish your ears the strength to bear the truth that this sanctified essence is never selfless, never other-regarding. It is neither eternal nor unconditional. It does not belong to the spirit, as its preachers want to convince you. It is not monogamous, as the leaders of this church want you to believe. This spirit hangs around with many, promising everyone its loyalty. Hear the bitter truth from me - this spirit is not omnipotent. It does not solve the problems of your life, as much as you want to believe.
Aphorism 5: Continuation of the illusion of romantic love
Fellow dream-weavers, you have only deceived yourselves that true love is based on intuition; a vibe or a special feeling will connect you with your soulmate. You have hoodwinked yourselves that love is an emotion that shall strike you someday. You are too lazy to consider that it may be a craft that requires learning or an action that requires to be performed, or something else among the hundred possibilities for it. You have deluded yourselves that pure love is wordless. If somehow, through a magical sense, your partner will understand your worry without you uttering a word about it. You have tricked yourselves that only in true love can you be honest and remain true to yourself as if real love does not require secrets or masks. Oh, pensive soul, you have only allured yourselves that true love is found in romantic sunsets, beaches, and woods and not in the daily chores, yet it’s the trivial that occupies most of the love life.
