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[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

O miseras hominum mentes, o pectora caeca! qualibus in tenebris vitae quantisque periclis degitur hoc aevi quod cumquest! nonne videre nihil aliud sibi naturam latrare, nisi ut qui corpore seiunctus dolor absit, mente fruatur iucundo sensu cura semota metuque?

Such pitiable human minds of men, such limited views! In what gloom of life, in how great perils is passed Your poor span of time! not to see that all nature cries out for is this, that pain be taken from the body, and that the mind, kept far from worries and fear, instead experience joy!

—Titus Lucretius Carus, De Rerum natura lib ii, lines 14-19 (70 BCE)

[Robert Scott Horton]

[bocadosdefilosofia]

«Por ello es preciso que también en los átomos admitas lo mismo, que además de los choques y la gravedad hay otra causa para los movimientos, de donde proviene esta facultad nacida en nosotros, puesto que vemos que nada puede producirse de la nada. Pues la gravedad impide que todo se haga por medio se golpes como por una fuerza externa. Pero que la mente misma no tenga una necesidad interior en la realización de todas las cosas y que así  como sometida sea forzada a sufrir y soportar, esto lo hace la exigua desviación de los elementos primeros en un punto no determinado del espacio y en un momento no determinado.»

Lucrecio: La naturaleza de las cosas, II, 284-293. Alianza Editorial, pág. 113. Madrid, 2003

TGO

@bocadosdefilosofia

@dias-de-la-ira-1

[innabesedina]

🟣 Titus Lucretius Carus / Lucretius / Philosophy #Lucretius #Philosophy

"TO NONE IS LIFE GIVEN IN FREEHOLD; TO ALL ON LEASE."

LUCRETIUS TITUS LUCRETIUS CARUS WAS A ROMAN POET AND PHILOSOPHER.

[garland-on-thy-brow]

After Lucretius dedicated THE Epicurean poem to him, how could Gaius Memmius do THAT (try to tear down the old house of Epicurus in Athens)? I will not forgive him.

[wychelm]

It must not be supposed that atoms of every sort can be linked in every variety of combination. If that were so, you would see monsters coming into being everywhere. Hybrid growths of man and beast would arise. Lofty branches would spread here and there from a living body. Limbs of land-beast and sea-beast would often be conjoined. Chimeras breathing flame through hideous jaws would be reared by nature throughout the all-generating earth.

Lucretius, On the Nature of the Universe

[mental-mona]

One must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.

- Titus Lucretius Carus

[mercuriicultores]

Lucretius – De rerum natura, IV, 1058-1120: «Volnus caecus»

— Haec Venus est nobis; hinc autemst nomen Amoris, hinc illaec primum Veneris dulcedinis in cor stillavit gutta et successit frigida cura; nam si abest quod ames, praesto simulacra tamen sunt illius et nomen dulce obversatur ad auris.

sed fugitare decet simulacra et pabula amoris absterrere sibi atque alio convertere mentem et iacere umorem coniectum in corpora quaeque nec retinere semel conversum unius amore et servare sibi curam certumque dolorem; ulcus enim vivescit et inveterascit alendo inque dies gliscit furor atque aerumna gravescit, si non prima novis conturbes volnera plagis volgivagaque vagus Venere ante recentia cures aut alio possis animi traducere motus. Nec Veneris fructu caret is qui vitat amorem, sed potius quae sunt sine poena commoda sumit; nam certe purast sanis magis inde voluptas quam miseris; etenim potiundi tempore in ipso fluctuat incertis erroribus ardor amantum nec constat quid primum oculis manibusque fruantur. quod petiere, premunt arte faciuntque dolorem corporis et dentes inlidunt saepe labellis osculaque adfigunt, quia non est pura voluptas et stimuli subsunt, qui instigant laedere id ipsum, quod cumque est, rabies unde illaec germina surgunt. sed leviter poenas frangit Venus inter amorem blandaque refrenat morsus admixta voluptas. namque in eo spes est, unde est ardoris origo, restingui quoque posse ab eodem corpore flammam. quod fieri contra totum natura repugnat; unaque res haec est, cuius quam plurima habemus, tam magis ardescit dira cuppedine pectus. nam cibus atque umor membris adsumitur intus; quae quoniam certas possunt obsidere partis, hoc facile expletur laticum frugumque cupido. ex hominis vero facie pulchroque colore nil datur in corpus praeter simulacra fruendum tenvia; quae vento spes raptast saepe misella. ut bibere in somnis sitiens quom quaerit et umor non datur, ardorem qui membris stinguere possit, sed laticum simulacra petit frustraque laborat in medioque sitit torrenti flumine potans, sic in amore Venus simulacris ludit amantis, nec satiare queunt spectando corpora coram nec manibus quicquam teneris abradere membris possunt errantes incerti corpore toto. denique cum membris conlatis flore fruuntur aetatis, iam cum praesagit gaudia corpus atque in eost Venus ut muliebria conserat arva, adfigunt avide corpus iunguntque salivas oris et inspirant pressantes dentibus ora, ne quiquam, quoniam nihil inde abradere possunt nec penetrare et abire in corpus corpore toto; nam facere inter dum velle et certare videntur. usque adeo cupide in Veneris compagibus haerent, membra voluptatis dum vi labefacta liquescunt. tandem ubi se erupit nervis coniecta cupido, parva fit ardoris violenti pausa parumper. inde redit rabies eadem et furor ille revisit, cum sibi quod cupiant ipsi contingere quaerunt, nec reperire malum id possunt quae machina vincat. usque adeo incerti tabescunt volnere caeco.

[HIS] Al poseerse, los amantes dudan. No saben ordenar sus deseos. Se estrechan con violencia, se hacen sufrir, se muerden con los dientes los labios, con caricias y besos se martirizan. Y ello porque no es puro su placer, porque un oculto aguijón los impulsa a herir al ser amado, a destruir la causa de su dolorosa pasión. Y es que el amor espera siempre que el mismo objeto que encendió la llama que lo devora, sea capaz de sofocarla. Pero no es así. No. Cuanto más poseemos, más arde nuestro pecho y más se consume. Los alimentos sólidos, las bebidas que nos permiten seguir vivos, ocupan sitios fijos en nuestro cuerpo una vez ingeridos, y así es fácil apagar el deseo de beber y comer. Pero de un bello rostro, de una piel suave, nada se deposita en nuestro cuerpo, nada llega a entrar en nosotros salvo imágenes, impalpables y vanos simulacros, miserable esperanza que muy pronto se desvanece. Semejantes al hombre que, en sueños, quiere apagar su sed y no encuentra agua para extinguirla, y persigue simulacros de manantiales, y se fatiga en vano, y permanece sediento, y sufre viendo que el río que parece estar a su alcance huye y huye más lejos, así son los amantes, juguetes en el amor de los simulacros de Venus. No basta la visión del cuerpo deseado para satisfacerlos, ni siquiera la posesión, pues nunca logran desprender ni un ápice de esas graciosas formas sobre las que discurren, vagabundas y erráticas, sus caricias. Al fin, cuando, los miembros pegados saborean la flor de su placer, piensan que su pasión será colmada, y estrechan codiciosamente el cuerpo de su amante, mezclando aliento y saliva, con los dientes contra su boca, con los ojos inundando sus ojos, y se abrazan una y mil veces hasta hacerse daño. Pero todo es inútil, vano esfuerzo, porque no pueden robar nada de ese cuerpo que abrazan, ni penetrarse y confundirse enteramente cuerpo con cuerpo, que es lo único que verdaderamente desean: tanta pasión inútil ponen en adherirse a los lazos de Venus, mientras sus miembros parecen confundirse, rendidos por el placer. Y después, cuando ya el deseo, condensado en sus venas, ha desaparecido, el fuego interrumpe su llama por un instante, y luego vuelve un nuevo acceso de furor y renace la hoguera con más vigor que antes. Y es que ellos mismos saben que no saben lo que desean, y, al mismo tiempo, buscan cómo saciar ese deseo que los consume, sin que puedan hallar remedio para su enfermedad mortal: hasta tal punto ignoran dónde se oculta la secreta herida que los corroe.

[lesfir]

Speaking of my personal feelings and preferences.

Lord Astarion is my food and cure when he says "hedonistic debauchery".

"What is food to one man may be fierce poison to others". -- An phrase attributed to Titus Lucretius Carus.

[kingofdesert]

Watch a man in times of adversity to discover what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off. — Titus Lucretius Carus

He was no longer a cohesive machine of blood and bone. By now, even his mind sojourned in planes beyond his existence; clinging to dulcet memories of his egregious mistake. A smile he had never been able to decipher, words uttered against lips, the taste of whisky and cigars, tangled sheets and golden skin, laughter, golden hues and eternal promises, bloodstained wings veiling the night sky… Reality blended with fiction, truth got lost in lies. Anything to keep the mind from shattering as the cracks rapidly spread.

The heart of it struck him in an instant, while chained to a wall, bruised, battered, barely alive. There had never been a mask; he had always been genuine—genuine chaos which he had embraced and wielded as his greatest weapon. Signs and subtle hints were ignored precisely because the darkness inside was real. To deceive his enemies, he had first deceived his allies. Crocodile trusted him even when it went against everything he stood for. He had trusted them both, to make matters even worse.

“Knavish fiend,” the grunt echoed off the walls, pounding in his head with hammer-like strikes. Shallow breaths, neither painful nor pleasurable, trapped his mind in a looped cycle of the events that had transpired. From the first moment their paths had crossed, to the current one where nothing but doom awaited. A sudden jolt of pain left him panting, intensifying the more he dwelt on it. Sweat ran down his cheeks, his teeth clenched, wishing they were biting into flesh—a visceral thought fuelled by rancour, yet so deep and real it confirmed his existence—or what was left of it.

Was there anything left at all?

Broken bones and derisive numbness affirmed there was a perception of sensation, a testimony of one’s physical presence. It was painful to exist in those restless hours. Sleep never came when summoned, and when it did, it was his own mind that kept him awake. Eventually, someone would open the doors of his current prison. That someone was more likely a foe than a friend, yet even then, Crocodile wanted to properly greet them as the quintessence of wrath. He wanted to beshrew their existence, but mostly his. Of that son of a bitch who had brought nothing but destruction with him.

His mouth ran dry, his chest throbbed from the impact of the knife embedded in his heart, and his body quivered vehemently from the sheer surge of emotions. His pride refused to let them escape. His teeth bit into his lower lip to remind him of the physical pain, yet his eyes remained defiant, misting over reality. The image before him was ephemeral, but it was more than enough to break him.

How did it all end up like this?

It was the type of city that drew people toward it. Those seeking very small yet very large miracles, adventurers longing for a new thrill, those hoping for the beginning of a new story, and those wishing for nothing to begin at all. A place to find oneself and a place to lose oneself completely. A place to evolve and a place to be devoured. A place to seek an ordinary life and a place to search for the extraordinary. A place of blinding lights and fastidious darkness. A city of wonders, lies, hopes, troubles, joy, and despair—a symbol of abnormality.

The city’s charisma and double-sided allure were why Crocodile came. It was a chance to start anew, to forget the past and the demons he had left behind, and to create something empyreal. Over ten years had passed since he had made that choice, and over eight since he had started building his underground empire. Baroque Works was a criminal organization, one of many in this city, which owed its rapid growth to its devil fruit users, Crocodile being one of them

No one was certain why people were born with unique abilities, but it was no surprise when governments took an interest. These abilities became a person's most important secret. Once awakened, some kept their powers hidden even from their families. Those who couldn’t were presented with two options: a life as the government's product or a life as a criminal. Interestingly enough, these two factions weren’t at war with each other, even if they sometimes stood in each other's way. They lived in a parasitic symbiosis, constantly feeding off each other. At times they were partners, at others they were enemies. What had become clear early on, much to Crocodile's expectations, was that no one was to be trusted. In an ever-changing city with swarms of ever-changing faces, offering trust meant immediate death.

[9:32] All done, Mr. Zero.

The text message came from his secretary, Miss All Sunday. A short, concise report on the last shipment of weapons to the Ganmi group, just as he was used to. The Ganmi group was a relatively new presence in the city, having appeared two years ago, but they were loyal customers. Calling them a "group" was generous—they were more of a local gang battling other small fries in their neighbourhoods. Normally, he wouldn’t care much about them, but he knew how useful connections could be when most needed. Even if Crocodile never intended to ask for anything in return for his services (other than money), he planned to use the Ganmi group as required. A neutral group with no specific ties to bigger organizations in the city was always useful if a distraction was necessary.

He didn’t respond to the message, merely left it as read. Miss All Sunday was accustomed to his lack of communication through the phone. She knew his paranoia, his habits, and his preferences. She had been by his side for seven years, and despite everything they had been through, Crocodile still believed she would eventually betray him. She was a lot like him, after all, and that was possibly why they made such good partners.

[10:03] Mr. Five’s task?

A hit job requested two weeks ago, another service his organization offered. Depending on the severity and importance of the job, Crocodile would sometimes send his elite officers to the front lines. Each of them excelled in specific areas, and so far, they hadn't performed below his expectations.

[10:05] Being worked on. [10:06] Results will be in in a week.

That was adequate. He preferred clean jobs with no strings attached. Hasty kills brought too many questions; protracted kills erased their significance and meaning. A balance was necessary, and his elite operated according to the balance he dictated. Those under them were sent out for insignificant hits meant only to bring in more money.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. He had been in the city long enough to develop a sixth sense for impending trouble. The other organizations had kept a low profile for the past few months, performing their services and patrolling their turfs out of habit, merely keeping up appearances. Even the brats who often got caught up in the city's whirlwind were unusually quiet. Sometimes there were street brawls between gangs; other times, the kids were simply enjoying their youth and school days while they lasted. But they were always loud and noticeable. Even the police weren’t as active, likely in response to the other side’s subdued behavior.

He didn’t like it.

It felt as if everyone was waiting for something. It almost seemed as if the city itself had altered its abnormal lifestyle. Or perhaps it was just about to begin. Crocodile’s hand reached for the tin with cigars and the guillotine cutter. He took a cold taste after cutting the tip, and once satisfied, he lit it evenly, rotating the cigar and taking the first puff of smoke. The mild flavor graced his taste buds, lightheadedness crept up as it always did with tobacco, and for a moment, he was able to relax his nerves and forget about his worries.

“I’ve just arrived at Calm Belt. I’m not in a rush, so take your time.” The man took a seat at the nearby table with his back turned to Crocodile, still engrossed in his conversation. Usually, he didn’t care about the lives of others, and normally, he wouldn’t have paid attention to this man either, if it weren’t for his laughter, which was simply too boisterous for Crocodile’s taste. “So, you lost her again? Fwahahahahahahahaha! I thought you were going together—”

Golden eyes lifted to judge the man behind his back. A fairly tall individual, young, white-haired, tanned skin, dressed in comfortable yet expensive clothing, with a loud, continuous laugh and an aura of arrogance that reminded Crocodile of a certain blond.

As he took another puff of smoke, Crocodile knew his perfect morning had come to an end. The unease he felt had found its source. According to Mr. Three, Doflamingo had returned to Spain to sort out personal matters. He would be back soon. / @umbrx

[thelonelyme]

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨

1075 "[...] Nam certe purast sanis magis inde voluptas

quam miseris. Etenim potiundi tempore in ipso

fluctuant incertis erroribus ardor amantum

nec constat quid primum oculis manibusque fruantur.

Quod periere, premunt arte faciuntque dolorem

1080 corporis et dentis inlidunt saepe labellis

osculaque adfligunt, quia non est pura voluptas

et stimuli subsunt qui instigant laedere id ipsum

quodcumque est, rabies unde illaec germina surgunt.

Sed levior poenas frangit Venus inter amorem

1085 blandaque refrenat morsus admixta voluptas."

...

1075 "[...] Voluptuousness is more clear to the wise than to the foolish wretches.

In fact, right at the moment of full possession,

the ardor of lovers fluctuates in uncertain waves

who do not know what to first enjoy with their eyes and hands.

They press tight the creature they desire, inflict pain

1080 to her body, and often bite the tender lips to blood,

they nail her with kisses, for pleasure is not pure,

and there are dark impulses that push to tear the object,

whatever it is, from which the germs of that fury arise.

It hardly attenuates the torment Venus in the act of love,

1085 mitigates the bite, to which it is mixed, the joy of the senses."

Titus Lucretius Carus, vv. 1075-1085, De Rerum Natura IV liber.

[rhianna]

Shakespeare's treatment of love & marriage, and other essays by C. H. Herford 

https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/69468

Author

Herford, C. H. (Charles Harold), 1853-1931

LoC No.

22002539

Title   Shakespeare's treatment of love & marriage, and other essays

Alternate Title  Shakespeare's treatment of love and marriage, and other essays

Original PublicationUK: T.F. Unwin ltd,1921.

Contents   Shakespeare's treatment of love and marriage -- The poetry of Lucretius -- Mountain scenery in Keats -- Gabriele D'Annunzio -- Is there a poetic view of the world?

Credits  Tim Lindell, Turgut Dincer, Eleni Christofaki and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net

(This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive)

Language   English

LoC Class

PN: Language and Literatures: Literature: General, Criticism, Collections

Subject

Keats, John, 1795-1821

Subject

Poetry -- History and criticism

Subject

Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 -- Political and social views

Subject

Lucretius Carus, Titus

Subject

Love in literature

Subject

D'Annunzio, Gabriele, 1863-1938

Category         Text

EBook-No.69468

Release Date    Dec 4, 2022

Copyright Status     Public domain in the USA.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Quo magis in dubiis hominem spectare periclis convenit adversisque in rebus noscere qui sit; nam very voces tum demum pectore ab imo eliciuntur et eripitur persona, manet res.

So it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.

—Titus Lucretius Carus, De Rerum natura, lib iii, lines 55–58 (c 60 BCE) 

[Robert Scott Horton]

[cinnamoncountess]

Omg, am I the only one who just realized that Angel telling Ramiro "You can't change the nature of things" wasn't just about him being a cheating asshole but it was also a clue about how characters can't help but being attracted to the people they love outside the simulation?

Hello anon, thanks for your message! :)

Good observation and interpretation on your behalf, I definitely agree. However, I believe this statement can be construed in a broader sense, even in regards to the show's superordinate theme.

It might be an intended allusion to the scripture "De rerum natura" / "On the nature of things" by roman poet and philosopher Titus Lucretius Carus.

Lucretius has atheistically positioned himself against the belief in higher entities controlling humankind, a very mordern and therefore rejected notion at the time. Apparently he has tried to convince the Romans that "[...] no gods, but coincidence rules the world" and gods may exist, but on the same level as other living beings. Everything is formed from the same primal elements.

These might be clues for the overall operating principle and theme of this show and I think it might be helpful to have a deeper look into this.

[tumevarmayayim]

"Doğanlar hem yaşamayı, hem de ölümü kabullenirler ve arkalarında çocuklar bırakırlar; böylece ölüm yeniden doğar" —Titus Lucretius Carus

[thoughtfullyblogger]

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