LIMITED SUNSET

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I think you’re pretty special.

“And brotherhood, justice, eternal life? Good God man… Show me a religion that prepares one for nothingness, for death. That’s a church I might enter. Yours prepares one only for more life, for dreams and illusions and lies. Banish the fear of death from men’s hearts and they wouldn’t live a day. Who would want this nightmare but for fear of the next. The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every road ends in death, every friendship, every love. Torment, lost, betrayal, pain, suffering, age, indignity, hideous lingering illness… and all of it with a single conclusion. For you and everyone and everything you have ever chosen to care for.”


I heard the other day.

“Is so obsessed with death, I forgot to live.”

Everyday there are things in life to enjoy. My dog, everytime he wakes up, he is happy, no not happy, ecstatic to see me. You can’t help your heart to be filled with joy, no matter how sad, tired, lazy I might be.

The smell of grass being cut, a snow flake on your tongue, leaves rustling in the breeze, seeing my happy dog in the morning.

The joy of learning. Life is so full of wonder and wonderful things. The joy of knowing, Of not knowing.

With technology today, you may be able to “live forever”. We are living longer, the book, “The Singularity is Near” talks about downloading your brain.

Life is an adventure. Leave no stone unturned.


I remember a quote from when I was a little kid.

“It’s not where you go, but who you meet along the way.”

That’s from the Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

Sure, shitty things happen in life, but we’ve only got one life so we might as well make the most of it.

Hell, you can even enjoy life if you go thinking you made the world of better place. You can enjoy life by making it better for other people.

Sure, we lose friends, people die, we break up with people we thought were our soulmates, but so what? We make new friends, we lose our grandparents but we get to build a future for our children, we break up with someone only to meet someone better.

Life ends, yes. We all have to accept it, but just have fun.

Don’t worry about what went wrong, but remember what went right, cherish the good memories and throw away the painful ones, build new friendships and experience new, exciting things rather than mulling over what went wrong in the past.

And when you’re near death, accept it. Know that you’re soon going to go, and that you did your best. You had fun, you built relationships, and people cared about you.


“I don’t believe in God. Can you understand that? Look around you man. Cant you see? The clamor and din of those in torment has to be the sound most pleasing to his ear. And I loathe these discussions. The argument of the village atheist whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place. Your fellowship is a fellowship of pain and nothing more.

And if that pain were actually collective instead of simply reiterative then the sheer weight of it would drag the world from the walls of the universe and send it crashing and burning through whatever night it might yet be capable of engendering until it was not even ash. And justice? Brotherhood? Eternal life? Good god, man. Show me a religion that prepares one for death. For nothingness. There’s a church I might enter. Yours prepares one only for more life. For dreams and illusions and lies. If you could banish the fear of death from men’s hearts they wouldnt live a day. Who would want this nightmare if not for fear of the next? The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. All with a single conclusion. For you and for every one and everything that you have chosen to care for. There’s the true brotherhood. The true fellowship. And everyone is a member for life. You tell me that my brother is my salvation? My salvation? Well then damn him. Damn him in every shape and form and guise. Do I see myself in him? Yes. I do. And what I see sickens me. Do you understand me? Can you understand me?”

Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited


“You give up the world line by line. Stoically. And then one day you realize that your courage is farcical. It doesn’t mean anything. You’ve become an accomplice in your own annihilation and there is nothing you can do about it. Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited


“Every road ends in death. Or worse. Every friendship. Every love. Torment, betrayal, loss, suffering, pain, age, indignity, and hideous lingering illness. All with a single conclusion. For you and for every one and every thing that you have chosen to care for. There’s the true brotherhood. The true fellowship. And everyone is a member for life. You tell me that my brother is my salvation? My salvation? Well then damn him. Damn him in every shape and form and guise. Do I see myself in him? Yes. I do. And what I see sickens me. Do you understand me? Can you understand me?”

Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited


“Rage is really only for the good days. The truth is there’s little of that left. the truth is that the forms I see have been slowly emptied out. They no longer have any content. They are shapes only. A train, a wall, a world. Or a man. A thing dangling in senseless articulation in a howling void. No meaning to its life. Its words. Why would I seek the company of such a thing? Why?”
Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited



“Maybe you could just keep that in reserve. Maybe just take a shot at startin over. I dont mean start again. Everybody’s done that. Over means over. It means you walk away. I mean, if everthing you are and everthing you have and everthing you have done has brought you at last to the bottom of a whiskey bottle or bought you a one way ticket on the Sunset Limited then you cant give me the first reason on God’s earth for salvagin none of it. Cause they aint no reason. And I’m goin to tell you that if you can bring yourself to shut the door on all of that it will be cold and it will be lonely and they’ll be a mean wind blowin. And them is all good signs. You dont say nothin. You just turn up your collar and keep walkin.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited


“I ain’t got an original thought in my head. If it ain’t got the scent of divinity to it, I ain’t interested in it”
Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited


“Evolution cannot avoid bringing intelligent life ultimately to an awareness of one thing above all else and that one thing is futility.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited


“Sometimes faith might just be a case of not havin nothin else left.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited


“Black: So how come they cant be your brothers in despair and selfdestruction? I thought misery loved company?


“White: We were born in such a fix as this. Suffering and human destiny are the same thing. Each is a description of the other.
Black: We aint talkin about sufferin. We talkin about bein happy.
White: Well you cant be happy if you’re in pain.
Black: Why not?”
Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited


BLACK: Runnin blindfold through the woods with the bit tween your teeth. Oh man. Didnt I try it though. If you can find a soul that give it a better shot than me I’d like to meet him. I surely would. And what do you reckon it got me?

WHITE: I dont know. What did it get you?

BLACK: Death in life. That’s what it got me. (14)

What is death in life? It’s like being shut off from the basic current of existence while still being a part of existence. You’re walking around, but you’re not really a part of the purpose of what you’re walking in—you’re living in your own death-like little corner of reality, wrapped up in yourself.’



BLACK: Oh yeah. [The toilet’s] a favorite place for drunks to hide a bottle. But the point of course is that the drunk’s concern aint that he’s goin to die from drinkin—which he is. It’s that he’s going to run out of whiskey fore he gets a chance to do it. (58)

Black explains how crazy the psychology of suffering is: You crave the thing that will kill you, and avoid the thing that could save you and remove your suffering. You’re addicted to your suffering, in fact—it’s the hardest thing for you to put down.


Black: I ain’t a doubter, but I am a questioner.

White: What’s the difference?

Black: A questioner wants the truth. A doubter wants to be told there ain’t no such thing.


His single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place.


The light is all around you but you don’t see nothing but shadow. And you’re the one causing it. It’s you. You’re the shadow! That’s the point.


Black: The sun don’t shine up the same dog’s ass every day, you understand what I’m saying?

White: If what you’re saying is that I’m simply having a bad day, that’s ridiculous.

Black: I ain’t saying you’re having a bad day, Professor, I’m saying you’re having a bad life.


I yearn for the darkness. I pray for death. Real death. If I thought that in death I would meet the people I’ve known in life I don’t know what I’d do. That would be the ultimate horror. The ultimate despair. If I had to meet my mother again and start all of that all over, only this time without the prospect of death to look forward to? Well, that would be the final nightmare.


Maybe faith is just a case of having nothing else left.

White: My heart warms just thinking about it, blackness, aloneness, silence, peace, and all of it only a heartbeat away.


Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left.


I think you’re pretty special. I don’t think I’m special.

You don’t think you view those other commuters, from a certain height?

I view those other commuters as fellow occupants, of the same abyssal pit in which I find myself. And if they see it as something different.

I don’t know how that makes me special. I can’t help but think there’s got to be something, a little special about theirselves.

I mean, they got to be in a deeper pit, than us day travelers… deeper and darker. I ain’t saying they down as deep as you. In self-destruction and despair.

I thought misery loved company.

SELF LOVE : LET ME BE FREE (AYN RAND)

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Her eyes were beautiful and gentle, but they had seen battles.
Her voice and demeanor were peaceful, but I side she was war.
~ Adriana Adame


i need to go out soon. i’m rotting in this four-walled prison.


as darkness slowly falls and the last sunlight fades, stars start to twinkle and you drift of to sleep. our hearts beat in sinc, as i close my eyes and follow you into the night


I was once a tough tree with roots deep into the soil
Strong as an ox with passion as hot as a decent boil.

Now it’s simmered. My leaves have fallen, trunk decaying as if the sun stopped shining over me.

As for that I will not stand, I deserve all the power I can hold. All the passion I can control. I am the ox that leads the heard.

I want to reach the sky and sore as a mighty bird for which I cannot contain.

Let me be free, free to be who I was always meant to be.

Life has been cruel, but I shall let defeat be my fuel.


The inability to control oneself creates the desire to control others.


But I mean fuck it I guess, might as well get more use to the loneliness,adapt or die.


through darkness and pain and strife I’ll sing, be, live, see


We were two lost souls
that werent meant for each other
but held on together
because we were too afraid of being alone.


Now as the rain falls like shattered pieces of glass from the sky,
We bleed like water colors and drunken pastels down the stairways.


Let’s be face to face. Holding back our feelings when alone but on the internet posting it like we’re really cuttin the chase. It’s amazing how we can feel another persons emotions from a mile or two away. Almost like the human spirit is an electric wave that can’t be swept away even after the body drops and the pupils have dilated. Because when you’re strong enough to face your demon and hers and his and ours, you’ll see that there’s a mold to be broken. When you dig deep into someone’s skull as you pick out the words that have been seeping through the skin while it’s being spoken. I can’t help but to be the one that wants to save those who can’t save me and to be the one that needs to be saved when I can’t even save myself


“If you don’t know, the thing to do is not to get scared, but to learn.”
Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged


“Learn to value yourself, which means: fight for your happiness.”
Ayn Rand


“I could die for you. But I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, live for you.”
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead



“Freedom (n.): To ask nothing. To expect nothing. To depend on nothing.”
Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead


“If you saw Atlas, the giant who holds the world on his shoulders, if you saw that he stood, blood running down his chest, his knees buckling, his arms trembling but still trying to hold the world aloft with the last of his strength, and the greater his effort the heavier the world bore down upon his shoulders – What would you tell him?”

I…don’t know. What…could he do? What would you tell him?”


“The man who does not value himself, cannot value anything or anyone.”
Ayn Rand, The Virtue of Selfishness: A New Concept of Egoism


“He is free to evade reality, he is free to unfocus his mind and stumble blindly down any road he pleases, but not free to avoid the abyss he refuses to see.”
Ayn Rand



Scotus kemudian berpendapat bahwa seorang dapat menikmati “keunggulan” ketika ia diberkahi dengan kecerdasan dan kehendak, dan bahwa setiap makhluk tersebut adalah tak terbatas.

 

MARTIN HEIDEGGER – GABRIEL MARCEL (QUOTES – POEM)

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For him, the key experiences and challenges of existence are individual: Alone we suffer, alone we die, and alone we must make meaning out of our fate. The highest value, then, is not goodness but authenticity; above all, authenticity in the face of death. To accept one’s actual condition of mortality and thrownness, not to flee from these difficult facts into consoling illusions and abstractions


The atheist relies not on an experience but on an idea, or pseudo idea, of God: if God existed, He would have such and such characteristics; but if he had such characteristics, He could not allow etc…His judgment of incompability, in fact, is based on a judgment of implications.

– Gabriel Marcel


and i sit here, wondering, to this day…if there wae a single thing i could have done to make you want differently. to make you want me to stay. to make you decide not to leave me. but i come to the conclusion….there was nothing i could have done. i couldnt change the way you thought of me. and what saddens me is, i never will. ever again. because who would want a girl like me?


Self talk

“May I please kill myself”

No, your emptiness is the beginning of your fullness your word of death attracts the eyes and ears of others with such confusion. Stay a bit longer and you’ll see the changes made by your wish of death, people will come into your life, people you don’t know but will soon become your closest friends, I here by give you a reason to live a reason you are not empty but full of everything.


once more into the fray, into the last good fight ill never know, live and die on this day, live and die on this day…


liberty, in case you’ve forgotten, is the souls right to breath. And when it cannot take a long breath, laws are girdered too tight. without liberty, man is a syncope..


It is not the knowledge, but rather the acts of learning that grant greatest enjoyment


once more into the fray, into the last good fight ill never know, live and die on this day, live and die on this day..


Everyone comes in your life weather it’s good or bad. Not everyone is ment to stay. Some come to make memories some come to make scars. Some may also come to stay and some may leave. But they also come and teach you a lesson and once you’ve learned that lesson it’ll be time for them to go, it’s just apart of life


Slowly losing myself,
Losing what once was me.
Hurting deep inside,
I know I shan’t ever be free.
The endless void of time,
Existence far from fine..


 

MARTIN HEIDEGGER : POEM AND QUOTES

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I don’t understand how suicidal prevention would help.
Because if I really want to kill myself, I prefer to not tell anyone, and don’t let anyone to find me so failed suicide attempt wont be my next failure in life..


18th of August, 1941

Dear Fritz, dear Liesel, dear Boys! […] It is not Russianism that will bring about the destruction of the earth but Americanism, not just the English but all of Europe has fallen prey to it as it represents modernity in its monstrosity.


I know by my own experience how, from a stranger met by chance, there may come an irresistible appeal which overturns the habitual perspectives just as a gust of wind might tumble down the panels of a stage set – what had seemed near becomes infinitely remote and what had seemed distant seems to be close.


We are generally “inauthentic”, doing and believing what one does and believes. But sometimes we ascend to “authenticity”, choosing to do our own thing, a feat that is especially encouraged by an awareness of the inevitability of one’s own death.


Humans alone among the animals are aware of death, since we alone are “temporal”, reaching back into the past and anticipating the future. Our temporality helps to explain how we alone have a certain distance or “elbow room” with respect to other beings, how we have freedom from our immediate surroundings, and how we alone become aware of our position as a being among the whole of beings, and can therefore engage in philosophy.


By coining new, technical terms like “thrownness” (Geworfenheit), and by referring to the human being not as a person or even a “subject” but as Dasein—literally, in German, “being-there”


I almost think that hope is for the soul what breathing is for the living organism. Where hope is lacking the soul dries up and withers…


By coining new, technical terms like “thrownness” (Geworfenheit), and by referring to the human being not as a person or even a “subject” but as Dasein—literally, in German, “being-there”

QUOTES, POEM AND MARTIN HEIDEGGER

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I don’t understand how suicidal prevention would help.
Because if I really want to kill myself, I prefer to not tell anyone, and don’t let anyone to find me so failed suicide attempt wont be my next failure in life..


18th of August, 1941

Dear Fritz, dear Liesel, dear Boys! […] It is not Russianism that will bring about the destruction of the earth but Americanism, not just the English but all of Europe has fallen prey to it as it represents modernity in its monstrosity.


I know by my own experience how, from a stranger met by chance, there may come an irresistible appeal which overturns the habitual perspectives just as a gust of wind might tumble down the panels of a stage set – what had seemed near becomes infinitely remote and what had seemed distant seems to be close.

We are generally “inauthentic”, doing and believing what one does and believes. But sometimes we ascend to “authenticity”, choosing to do our own thing, a feat that is especially encouraged by an awareness of the inevitability of one’s own death.

Humans alone among the animals are aware of death, since we alone are “temporal”, reaching back into the past and anticipating the future. Our temporality helps to explain how we alone have a certain distance or “elbow room” with respect to other beings, how we have freedom from our immediate surroundings, and how we alone become aware of our position as a being among the whole of beings, and can therefore engage in philosophy.

By coining new, technical terms like “thrownness” (Geworfenheit), and by referring to the human being not as a person or even a “subject” but as Dasein—literally, in German, “being-there”


I almost think that hope is for the soul what breathing is for the living organism. Where hope is lacking the soul dries up and withers…


Our emotions are like snow.. they are there for a moment in our life. But then they melt away one day only for another emotion to take its place.


“We all die. The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.” ~ Chuck Palahniuk, Diary


He’s a moderate, I’m a commie. We somehow get along swimmingly and actually have a lot of common ground, politically. We compliment each other quite well and our relationship is the healthiest and strongest I’ve ever had. When we do disagree about sonething it tends to never evolve into a fight but rather a debate and discussion. It’s actually a lot of fun and it gets us….well….excited (wink, wink) I guess as long as you’re not a right wing fake christian Nazi or an insufferable liberal dumbass with no redeeming qualities then I could totally date you!


I dont think i could, i dated a guy who wanted to go back under feudalism because he played too many medieval video games. That shit was face palm inducing buth otherwise in practice he was a-political and absolutely hated talking about it, which irked me as a hard lefty who really was passionate about politics and political systems.

Now it’s at the very least dem or bust, and honestly i can barely stand democrats but thats the closest you’re gonna get under most circumstances.

Honestly until i meet a fellow socialist who seems to get me to a certain extent, ill stick to my books, video games, and music. Im too a social for friends anyways, let alone lovers


Maybe. If he’s rich. And old. With convenient yet lethal allergies.The left don’t support gold diggers lol


“My wife is an apathetic centrist. But shes also funny, giving and kind and has an a grade rack. Id take the last three over : “we have the same politics”


I have always been a feminist, twice divorced. Hubby one was handy with his fists. Hubby two was a control freak who criticised everything I did. We fought constantly because he would not stay the fuck out of my face with his bossy, directive bullshit. I have been with my current partner for five years. Never once has he treated me like a lesser life form. Not being a bossy knowall cunt does wonders for a relationship fellas.


Tbf society wires and raises men to think that they must provide. That if they do not provide the most they are failures. I think that logic is stupid cause hey more money. But years of hardwiring is hard to unscramble even with solid logic.


“Seharusnya apa?”. Pertanyaan bagus itu. Yang pasti, siapapun yang bilang kalau jawabannya cuma 1 (seperti soal grit di video di atas), gue yakin salah. Pengetahuan kita terhadap hal ini masih rada-rada terbatas karena bisa dibilang ini research area yang relatif baru. Tapi ada beberapa yang menurut gue menarik, antara lain:

– Self Control
Coba baca-baca tentang self-control dan marshmallow experiment yang terkenal itu. Ini penelitiannya jauh lebih lama dibandingkan penelitian tentang grit. Sejauh ini, self-control adalah prediktor yang akurat banget apakah seseorang itu bakalan tamat sekolah atau drop out, apakah dia akan terjerumus kegiatan kriminal atau enggak, dsb. Kita belum bener-bener tahu apa yang membuat self-control seseorang itu tinggi. Sejauh ini kayaknya keturunan berpengaruh, tapi lingkungan juga berpengaruh.

– Deliberate Practice
Ini yang lu baca di blog zenius kan? Iya kita beberapa kali mention ini. Intinya, banyak skill yang bisa didapat melalui latihan yang di-desain secara khusus untuk meningkatkan performance pada skill spesifik tersebut. Orang yang jago-jago banget ternyata menghabiskan sekitar 10.000 jam untuk berlatih sebelum dia jadi master di catur, atlet (football, dsb), musik, dsb. Bahkan untuk berpikir rasional dan berpikir kreatif pun kalau nggak salah bisa dicapai pakai DP ini. Tapi apakah ini berlaku di bidang apapun? Butuh penelitian lebih lanjut.

– Working memory
Working memory ini punya korelasi kuat terhadap kemampuan matematika dan kemampuan reading anak. Development terhadap ini terjadi semasa kecil. Kalau semasa kecil anak mengalami stress yang tinggi, maka developmentnya akan terganggu. Stress itu bisa muncul dari stress orang tua yang tertular ke anak (dalam bentuk bentakan, pukulan, dsb). Ini juga sebabnya kenapa anak-anak dari kelas ekonomi bawah sering nggak perform di sekolah. Kebanyakan anak-anak kelas ekonomi bawah, working memory-nya rendah.

– Self-Determination Theory
Coba baca-baca tentang SDT. Ini tentang theory of motivation. Apa yang membuat orang-orang termotivasi untuk melakukan sesuatu? Apa yang membuat orang-orang tertarik untuk belajar. Menurut teori ini, autonomy, mastery, and sense of purpose itu memegang peranan penting. Teori ini menurut gue udah lumayan established juga karena udah lama dan evidence-nya udah lumayan banyak.

Dsb…

Itu gue baru mention 4 aja yang menarik dan menurut gue worth untuk di-mention. Tapi sebenernya ya masih banyak lagi.