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Intimacy

The two greatest acts of intimacy in this lonely existence of ours are sex and death. There is good reason why the French call an orgasm “la petite mort”. One creates life, the other ends it and without one, we desire the other.

- J.K.

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The Fear of Death

The fear of death leaves us with only more things to regret not doing when we do die.

- J.K.

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Change

You cannot change nature, you cannot change the universe, you cannot change your situation, but you can always change yourself. - J. K.

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Love Without Conditions

There is nothing more sweet in this world than a friendship of love without conditions. A true friendship is one in which both parties are together not for personal benefit nor temporary pleasure bur rather, simply, for each other. A true friend is neither like you nor unlike you. They are you. You care for them as you would care for yourself and they do the same. The sorrows of a true friend are your sorrows as well and their joys are your joys. It is this extreme vulnerability which gives man the strength to exist. It transcends all labels of platonic, romantic, or familial love. This love is, truly, without a shred of doubt, the presence of God himself. It is, in the words of a true friend of mine, ‘Jesus love’. It is what makes life possible to bear. It is life itself.

- J. K.

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God

Whether or not there is a God, I cannot say for sure, but I do know that if there were one, I would not want to be him, for to see all the pain and misery in the world would break my very heart.

- J. K.

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The Human Life

Our lives consist partly of suffering and partly of delusion. The delusion being, of course, that life is good and we are happy. That the world is perfect, people are without flaws, and every day will be a good day. The other half is of suffering. Of knowing how miserable we truly are. Of feeling the pains of not only ourselves but of all mankind; all existence; all sinners and saints alike. It is of regret, of shame, of remorse, of guilt, of sadness, and of sorrow. It is when we realize no man is truly happy and no life is truly lived. In fact, life is never lived. It is only ever coped with. This is an inescapable, inevitable, undoutable, and intolerable fact of existence. Why, what reason is there to cry over merely parts of life, my friends? The whole of it calls for tears. Every moment of it is spent in complete and utter pain and misery, whether we realize it or not. And so, I say, perhaps it is I who knows best why it is man alone who laughs. He alone suffers so deeply, so profoundly, with such horrid despondency, that he had to invent laughter to cope. Life is nothing but an infernal cycle of betrayal, cruelty, humiliation, sadness, spite, vanity, malice, torture, torment, sadism, sorrow, greed, and grief. Admit this and move on, my fellow passengers to the grave. That is all we can ever do. Accept that existence is pain and suffering so that when the Wheel of Fortuna cast you into darkness, you won’t be surprised by the unavoidable hurt. For if we truly have no reason to live, what reason have we to die?

- J. K.