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The Great Reset 2033 (216, 17, 88, Q)
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There's no escape from the terror of recurrence while the Archons are in control of the Moon.
I wish I died instead. Pets die, my parents die yet I remain alive. I'm unlucky. I'd sacrifice my life just to end this senseless entropy on this existence, and too bad it's wishful thinking because I'd trade my life in a heartbeat.
 
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I wish I died instead. Pets die, my parents die yet I remain alive. I'm unlucky. I'd sacrifice my life just to end this senseless entropy on this existence, and too bad it's wishful thinking because I'd trade my life in a heartbeat.
The ideal of the most world approving, exuberant, and vivacious man, who has not only learnt to compromise and arrange with that which was and is, but wishes to have it again AS IT WAS AND IS, for all eternity, insatiably calling out de capo, not only to himself, but to the whole piece and play; and not only the play, but actually to him who requires the play--and makes it necessary; because he always requires himself anew--and makes himself necessary.--What? And this would it not be--circulus vitiosus deus?

Why so soft? O my brethren; thus do I ask you: are ye then not--my brethren? Why so soft, so submissive and yielding? Why is there so much negation and abnegation in your hearts? Why is there so little fate in your looks? And if ye will not be fates and inexorable ones, how can ye one day--conquer with me? And if your hardness will not glance and cut and chip to pieces, how can ye one day--create with me? For the creators are hard. And blessedness must it seem to you to press your hand upon millenniums as upon wax,--Blessedness to write upon the will of millenniums as upon brass,--harder than brass, nobler than brass. Entirely hard is only the noblest. This new table, O my brethren, put I up over you: BECOME HARD!

This long lane backwards: it continues for an eternity. And that long lane forward--that is another eternity. They are antithetical to one another, these roads; they directly abut on one another:--and it is here, at this gateway that they come together. The name of the gateway is inscribed above: 'This Moment.' But should one follow them further--and even further and further on, think you, dwarf, that these roads would be eternally antithetical? "Everything straight lies," murmured the dwarf, contemptuously. "All truth is crooked; time itself is a circle."

Not in the least do I want anything to be different from what it is; I myself do not want to be any different... But thus I have always lived. Not a thing have I wished for. Except...

Nietzsche


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