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I love these bulky death traps

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Dignity & Why respect Cosmic Rights? (3/3)

(If you haven't read the previous two posts, just go read the 2nd one, that's enough context)

But Anthony, I hear from myself typing this as a representation of the people who are reading this and also learn something new, Cosmic Rights suck! They severely limit our ability to do anything, and there is no cosmic enforcement for not following them. So what's the big idea? Well, this is another cornerstone of many lines of thinking.

If we try to do/control things outside of our domain of control, we are overstepping our rights, and we will, one way or another, be punished for it, usually by our own instincts. Then we become miserable. Stoicism is in large part a framework of understanding our "rights", and to a lesser degree a set of suggestions of how to use them. As long as you don't exceed your rights, you cannot feel miserable. Do you have a right to own your house? In the eyes of the law, sure, but not in a cosmic sense; if you own it, and it burns down, you will feel sad. Your house is yours on paper, but to a Stoicist, or a Buddhist, you're basically lending it indefinitely from the Universe, who may at any point take it away from you. Everything within your control (which, as I established last part, is basically the same as everything within your Cosmic Rights) is, generally, just what your brain can do; perception, comprehension, choices. And deciding to disengage for the rest of your life is an entirely cognitive feature, and as such, within your rights. You will, if you do it right, feel no misery in such a scenario, and will probably die happier than the avarage person working at wall street, despite noone knowing you were alive, noone remembering you and you having achieved absoloutely nothing in a physical or social sense.

And that would be the end of it, if it wasn't for one small part of life where your Sphere of Control and Cosmic Rights don't overlap. This is your dignity. Dignity falls within a unique "partial SoC", where it resides with the body. It can be stripped away by the universe, but you still control it, until it is. Like your legs or arms, which you are in control of until they get ripped off in a freak accident. And dignity matters, at least to Stoicism. It's basically pride in it's healthiest form. A knowledge/fundemental belief that you are a good or at least decent person who did your best for the most part in life.

By resigning existentially, you are annulling any dignity you may have had, because you're disengaging from the world you exist in. You stop trying to better yourself, better the lives of those around you, or bettering humanity as a whole. Again, this is not to be looked down on, as any person who does this is not overstepping their Cosmic Rigths (After all, this is the philosophical version of "I didn't ask to be born"), but they forfeit their dignity alongside it. And dignity is an important feeling.

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Cosmic Rights (2/3)

(Summary from prev. post: You can justify an absence of agency if you genuinely just look at your options and decide not to engage with life. (In my opinion))

This is a "right" that you have. And you don't have many of those. You don't have a right to breathe, or play games, or relax. Because the universe can, and occasionally will, take those away from you at any point for any reason. That's what Stoicism refers to as being outside of your "Sphere of Control". Of course, you have rights! The consistitution says you do. You have a right to own your house, to refuse an agreement, to seek out happiness and start a business. These are legal rights. But the universe is indifferent to what man deems is his right. You may have a right to live in your house, but the universe withholds it's right to destroy your home in a natural disaster, and take limbs, lives, everything you "own" from you.

But certain things are within this Sphere of Control of yours, and these are things the universe cannot take from you. Your perception, comprehension, and how you choose to (re)act, among others. This is your Sphere of Control, and the universe respects it. It is also your right to do whatever you want inside it. You have a "right" to determine what you decide to (try to) do with your life, as the brain. This is your Cosmic Right, because the universe cannot take it away from you. Unless you get dementia or something, then you're just screwed.

And deciding not to interact with any part of life for any reason, that's absoloutely within your control, and by extension, your right. I would find it to be a shame to throw your life away, but that's really none of my business. If you just decided that life wasn't worth it, and began waiting for death, that's not a 'bad' solution to the problems you're facing. There's nothing "wrong" about living that way, in the cosmic sense. You do get that emotional invulnerability where nothing can negatively affect your emotions becuase you just don't care, so hell, you could just sleep and eat and fill your basic needs until you die, go through it all with absoloute indifference and unwillingness to engage with the people around you, and you would, as far as I can tell, have completely resigned emotionally and spiritually. But you'd still be within your right to live that way, even if you'd probably be homeless, looked down upon, and potentially harrassed/thrown in jail.

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Existential Resignation (1/3)

Existential Resignation is defined by Søren Kierkegaard as "a deep act of giving up on the possibility of achieving one's worldly desires or aspirations". It is also generally regarded as a negative thing. I disagree with this idea, at least partially. On one hand, if you just don't care about your life, then yeah, it probably wont be the greatest, but on the other, you can still make that choice. It's a "right" of yours. I suppose it's kind of a midpoint between nihilism and Stoicism, where you don't even really decide whether or not you think the world is a good, if unfair, place or a place where misery is an extension of existance, but where you merely skip to the end and reach the same conclusion; you should be content irregardless of whether or not you achieve anything in your life. I think that's an okay premise to live by. As a stoicist, I think all meaning and joy in my life is inherently arbitrary. I still go for it, because I enjoy it, but I don't claim to have meaning with my life, and I don't think I need meaning. And the thing is, you don't necessarily need a framework like stoicism or nihilism to reach that similar conclusion. It would undoubtedly help, but it's not a requirement. In fact, you could probably just get lucky and strike that specific clarity, in that letting go of all need of meaning and all aspirations and desires will probably end with you leading a happier life than 99% of people on the planet. By simply emotionally disengaging yourself with the world/your own life enough that you no longer care about what happens to it, you are still committing existential resignation, while in a way taking direct control of your life.

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If money gave you meaning, there would be no billionaires.

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Stoic Blixen

There once lived a wealthy man on a successful ranch. He had inherited it from his father, who had built it with the wealth of his father, but the man always yearned for more to life. Eventually, he left the farm to go out and experience the world. The workers on the farm were sad to see him go, for he was a just man, and it was pre 2008, so wages were livable.

One of his workers, a man old and frail who had been working there since the farms humble beginnings, gave to the man a letter which simply read "open this letter on the best, or worst, day of your life". Armed with this letter, various other trinkets and a host of blessings, the man ventured out into the world. He experienced many fascinating discoveries, climbed mountains and crossed rivers, and many years later, he decided to settle down for good.

He found a quaint town where he met a women who he would grow to love, and eventually they got married. The wedding was delightful, and the man thought this might be the happiest day of his life. Remembering the letter, he digged it out of his inner pocket, where it had been kept all those years, and opened it up, revealing a small piece of paper, with scribbled words saying:

"This feeling too, shall pass."

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Lead to Gold

Turning lead to gold was an alchemist's dream.

Alchemy became chemistry.

Gold and Lead became known as elements, which cannot be changed through any chemical means.

Later on, lead was turned into gold.

By phycisists. With a particle accelerator. The point of this story is that Chemistry has failed and Physics has surpassed it. The philosopher's stone was man-made. By physicists. In CERN.

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Death is nothing but a bad toss/turn away.

Sweet dreams!

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SCP-682 - Part 2

So as God threw him out, and now he eternally begs to be let back in, SCP-682 is STILL unable to forgive God for denying him (since it is impossible even for God to disobey God's orders), which means that he is unable to live in line with God's ideals. But this is his own fault! If he could accept his fate, or at least forgive God the way God has come to forgive him, he could still find peace. It would never be the garden, but it would rid him of his need to kill and torment humans.

Whether or not he can be with God does not matter. He will never know. Because he is incapable of emotionally growing enough to find out if God could help him out in some way. And he is so spiteful that, in spite of his intelligence, he won't ever come to terms with his situation, whatever it may be. And as such, he is in... purgatory. Alive, but in purgatory. Satan, but out of hell. Forced, by himself, to live and suffer among the mortals, who he cannot kill, who lock him in a box as a direct consequence of his own behaviour. Whom he can't forgive for their Creators actions.

Because of all this, he is the only creature in existance who can never ever align himself with God due to his own resentment and… of all things, lack of maturity. Unable to accept his place in the world but also unable to accept letting go of it. He creates his own misery, and will never cease to do so, because he can never forgive God for the one time God did not forgive him. Such does Satan not rule hell, but is tortured on the overworld by the very people he should be torturing, and above all, by himself, by his own resentment, by his own doing.

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SCP-682 - part 1

Why can SCP-682 not die? Perhaps he can. Perhaps, everytime he does die, he gets rejected by the afterlife? We know that it is not allowed back in the garden, because it was the snake that decieved Eve; he is Satan. Yet he is not a fallen angel, though it is part of the "whole" that makes up the Devil. Like an unholy trifecta of sorts. SCP-682 IS Satan IS Lucifer the fallen angel IS NOT SCP-682. So it's just forced to return to Earth, which to humans is percieved as a 'shut-down' or 'unconsious' state?

I think - and I DEFINITELY don't know - that it could go to hell, in theory, but it chooses not to. In a way, SCP-682 is more damned than any soul that gets sent to hell, because (bear in mind that I have limited understanding of Old Testament Christianity) it used to be in the Garden, with God's presence, but when it tempted the first two humans with the apple, God became so angry that He eternally banished 682 from the garden, but unlike humans here on Earth, who have not experienced His light directly, SCP-682 has experienced how things are in the garden, and will forever need to come back there, unable to accept that this is impossible, and likewise unable to end his resentment towards humans, and life as a whole, because they are God's proudest creation.

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I am at a point where the fear of death appears to me as absurd

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Futility

I saw it from afar. Too far away to do anything about it. But close enough to see it. That look. I recognised it from a time when I saw it too, but when I wasn't shielded by years of growth, physical and psychological. Back then, I had barely navigated it myself, narrowly escaping with my mind and sanity intact. But now it was her turn to navigate. And I could see, anyone could see, that she couldn't. Anyone except herself.

I wanted to yell. I wanted to go back, to grab her by the shoulder, and relay the knowledge and wisdon that time and experience had bestowed upon me. But then I realised. And then I understood. I realised that when I was helplessly navigating myself through the chaos, other older, wiser people had bargained for my attention, pleaded me to listen to what they knew. I never did. And I understood that she would look at me with the same rolling eyes, and tell me that I had no idea what it was like. Stupid girl. Stupid boy.

Of course I know what it's like. It was 3 years ago, not a lifetime. But the damage was done. In her eyes, I was an adult, and in my eyes she is a kid that doesn't know better. Yes, she will think that that is what I think. How couldn't she?

It would not hurt had it not been for the spark in her eyes. Had she looked lost and miserable, it would have been okay. Good, even. It would have been the way of things, and I would have told myself just that. But that look. That spark. "I've got it all figured out", it says. "I will never experience akwardness again", it says. "When it doesn't, I will be a searching, vulnurable soul." She doesn't know, of course, and I can't tell her.

It doesn't matter what it's about. ED, SH, a relationship, an ideology? It's always the same. And it will fail. And when it does, the response is always the same. They "give up" and succomb to misery. It's pathetic, yes, and I want to look down on it. Makes it easier to handle, I suppose. But I know that I barely clawed my way out, and so many of those around me didn't manage to. I am not in a position of superiority. But it does not matter. I had it easy, she will think. Nothing I can say can help, she will only accept if I listen, never if I talk.

As she smiles, I weep. And I look on through tears as she navigates deeper and deeper into the chaos, not knowing that her fate is being sealed with every eyeroll and "okay boomer".

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Say you don't understand the political spectrum without saying you don't understand the political spectrum.

people on tumblr will look you dead in the eyes and tell you people should be killed for even thinking of smoking weed and then u look in their profiles and leftist will be on there

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You can, and some people will. You shouldn't, but consent (or age of consent) never stopped PabloThePowerful69 from deciding to go for it.

All we can do is learn to live with it, or not post about ourselves

Just because a girl posts herself doesn’t mean you can reach out to her telling her all the weird scenarios you have made in your head about her

You can’t save it

You can’t share it in your men’s group

You can’t comment vulgarity on it

You can’t tell how hard you’ve made her

You can’t make her life miserable

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The meaning of life

The meaning of life is to wake up smiling

The meaning of life is to run a long trip every day

The meaning of life is to be out in the sun when it shines, and looking forward to it when it doesn't

The meaning of life is to interact with your friends, and laugh with them over the same joke

The meaning of life is to be in flow

The meaning of life is to do the things your instincts tell you to do

The meaning of life is to make love, not children

The meaning of life is to relinquish the need for meaning

The meaning of life is not to search or attempt to fulfill the meaning of life.

The meaning of life is not to become eternally happy and free from short- and longterm sadness or obsticlas

The meaning of life is not to be happy.

The meaning of life is to do the things that makes you happy.

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Minecraft Mobs Lore (Java)

NOT a collection, just my mind wandering.

Zombie: Pretty clearly some kind of undead player. Despite clearly being dead, it posssess basic to moderately complex motoric functions (is capable of wielding a melee weapon but not capable/willing to use ranged weaponry), spacial awareness and certain social behaviour, since it is capable of calling for backup, grouping up in sieges, and recognising a player from a normal zombie despite the similar clothing and posture. Zombies have been shown to turn other living humanoids into zombies, so perhaps every instance of a zombie is a player that died to another zombie; in this scenario, it is unclear how the original zombie(s) would have emerged. Despite maintaining at least SOME respiratory and mental capabilities, all skin appears to be dead and/or rotten, ultimately leading to severe skin burns due to the body's inability to produce melanin. This is why rapid destruction and decomposition of the body occurs when in contact with sunlight.

Skeleton: The skeleton is more likely linked with the occult, given that it possesses superior intellectual and physical capability than zombies an even the average mob, but does not have a brain; in fact, it has no organs, muscles, or living tissue. It is unknown if the skeletons bone marrow is alive, but this is unlikely as marrow needs blood. Despite these limitations, the skeleton is very fast, ironically being faster than the horses it has been known to ride (which are also skeletons). It is presumed that skeletons are created either from an overreliance on totems of undying or a more direct insertion of life-extending magic that keeps them artificially alive even in death. Would have been assumed as the natural extension of a zombie, if it wasn't for the unexplainable increase in intelligence.

Spider: Spiders may seem outrageous compared to the small ones we have, but it makes sense; Spiders (even the non-cave spiders) live in caves and only come out to the surface at night. Unlike our world, which has tons of insects, the spider's diet can only consist of zombies (rotten), skeletons (inorganic), creepers (mechanical; only partly organic at best. Also explosive) and bats. They also lunge at the player when attacking, proving beyond a doubt that their strategy for eating is crawling to a corner and jumping to catch a bat mid-air.

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NOOO TUMBLR I ENGAGED WITH ONE BLOG AND YOU RELAPSED

I don't wanna see anymore ED postsssssss

It's sickening and always the sameeee