NNY isn't going to commit suicide anytime soon...NNY seems more caught in an existential dilemma, rather than a nihilist dilemma. As long as NNY maintains that the rest of the world doesn't matter or care, NNY will be happy to some extent, therein lies the contradiction and the answer.
It wasn't supposed to HAVE A QUESTION MARK.........................................................
The sentence pertaining to sarcasm was about the first sentence in that post.
Suicide? To insecure about what people will think about of me If I die.
That one
Optimism= Oh nevermind.
Thanks for the clarification, cav.....like your new signature line, by the way!
All is right in my little corner of the universe. I'm smiling. Sick, but smiling.
I was being slightly sarcastic too, NNY. I am no optimist myself.
Sad to hear you are sick Rae, take care! Good to hear you are smiling though. I smile a lot, but remain pessimistic...I suppose that relates to my previous post.
Thanks, cav.
Nighty night, everyone.
(I am so thankful for Tylenol PM.....)
existentialism doesn't fit due to the plight being of the individual who must assume ultimate responsibility for his acts or free will without any certain knowledge of what is right and wrong.
Now it's true my ethics are (any profanity that sounds right) up.
But my problem is that all traditional views are unfounded and that existence (que scarry music) is futile, not just ethics.
The Nihilistic dilemma, I think that destruction would be good, and yet I haven't applied the tools of self destruction.
So long as nihilist will take the line that destruction of the world must begin at home, the rest of will be quite content--except, of course, for the police and medical examiners--but, what the hell, it's what they get paid for.
NNY, you may be right, but just deal with it. Crush the system from the inside...get an MBA and go to work for Microsoft, heh heh...either that, or learn to triumph in small victories.
Good advise, cav. Shooting for big victories usually ends up as a big disappointment. c.i.
Make the animal self happy. The dog benefits from a good rib rub, so I conclude that I would, too. And I do.
How's that for a small victory?
That's a good one pd....small victories can range from anything to making fun of the homeless and laughing a bit, to giving your wife a wicked orgasm, just depends on who you are.
oooh, a wicked orgasm! i didn't know they could be ranked according to their moral constitution. (or are you from boston?)
Hmmm, I leave the morality up to the wife in terms of her orgasms...
NNY: by any chance, are you in your 20's? Just hold on, just hold on ...
Cav: you are SO right!
saw an angst-ridden comic with a bit about being at a dead show, being unwittingly dosed, and looking around for someone to help him out. he taps the shoulder of a guy in front of him and, not knowing what else to say, asks, "is jerry about to come out?"
the guy yells back, "yeah! hang on, man!"
comic said it was the best advice he'd ever had: "hang on, man!"
yeah, i get it.
I really wouldn't want to give an age if you don't mind. Just another clue to add yet another stereotype to be fed on by the "sane"
I hate it when someone says that they know something. No one "knows" anything. I hate it when I think I do. Indesputable knowledge........peace
On other notes- Nihilism comes in two forms. Existensial Nihilism (passive) and Political Nihilism (active). I thought that was interesting.
How do you know if your going insane? I mean the popular termonology of insane, not mine (Truth=Insanity Ignorance=Sanity). Mere curiosity, not about me. Everything I've read says it's either a snap, out of no where and for "apparently no reason", or a slow gradual process where you slide into it, not knowing of it until it's too late, and even then you probally don't actually grasp it.
Courtyard Dog, was Jerry dead at the time of this concert? If so it makes it more interesting.
I am suddenly reminded of a wonderful Paul Simon song:
PAUL SIMON
Further To Fly
There may come a time
When you'll be tired
As tired as a dream that wants to die
And further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Maybe you will find a love
That you discover accidentally
Who falls against you gently
As a pickpocket
Brushes your thigh
Further to fly
Effortless music from the Cameroons
The spinning darkness of her hair
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants everything
Sometimes I'll be walking down
The street and I'll be thinking
Am I crazy
Or is this some morbid little lie
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
A recent loss of memory
A shadow in the family
The baby waves bye-bye
I'm trying, I'm flying
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my light
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants soil as soft as summer
And the strength to push like spring
A broken laugh a broken fever
Take it up with the great deceiver
Who looks you in the eye
And says baby don't cry
Further to fly
There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my sight
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
The rose of Jericho
Soil as soft as summer
The strength to let you go
