A malady requires there to have been normality in the first place.
So unless you are Hobbes, what are you talking about?
When was the first root of violence and where is or was this...
"Human Spirit"
?
That you or I can possibly see, feel or identify this....come on.
We've lived in a perpetual Ice Age as far as "Spirit" is concerned
and we know nothing other than what is human.
We, humans, are as disgusting as the most degenerative bacteria you can find out...
..in a swamp
..in our blood
..in our mind.
"Human Spirit" is a myth and morals are just false teeth set to take a bite
out of the only prey we can never pursue.
We navigate our fjords and all we find is a cold darkness;
and what we talk about are horror stories
as we yearn for this bright red fire, your dream buried deep underground,
to warm us
up.
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Hmm...perhaps you misjudged my words and over-extended their meaning...
I don't think a malady requires anything - it's just sickness...one can be sick all the time in many ways and never be normal and still have many maladies.
Can't say I'm Hobbes, nor intended that. I am talking about careless yuppie types and the disgusting egotist laughter that comes with it - think kicking screaming gucci little piggy, or a NJ politician when they privately check their bank account.
Your violence question is a chicken or the egg problem. I don't really have an interest in that. I rather question whether white collar crime is any less violent than a gun fight - or if a symbol like the rose in the gun barrel dying in the hands of the summer of love generation is any less violent than the 36 present-day genocides wiping out countless ethnic groups...i still can't say.
Human spirit is a strange thing...it's like making a joke before your execution - that's human spirit. If you can't see it, then you're sleepwalking.
"We, humans, are as disgusting as the most degenerative bacteria you can find out...
..in a swamp
..in our blood
..in our mind."
...yeah agree with you there....
like any ephemeral concept, human spirit is a myth but not myth like greek mythology or hollywood super-hero myth - myth like capacity to have faith in god while getting shelled in a foxhole kind of myth.
As for morals - well - that's a nebulous one and for those who don't feel conscience, guilt and instinct, a moral is as useful as a rubber pencil in federal prison. For those lucky few who still listen, one can see compelling evidence of universal respect for family, friends, and violence towards them.
"We navigate our fjords and all we find is a cold darkness;
and what we talk about are horror stories
as we yearn for this bright red fire, your dream buried deep underground,
to warm us
up."
If one can't come up with the right joke, reciting this poem would also do.
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
— William Ernest Henley
If I have always been sick, then a malady is being normal...is that what you mean? Well, that word, you chose it for a reason. It contrasts something else, but the shit of it is that human beings are all the same. We are all despicable, we are all sick. A malady is a deviation from something, the word certainly carries that denotation. Hard for me to see how a universe of sick, perverted fools like our kind deviate from our sickness. I don't mean to pick on what you've said, I just mean to pick on the idea of a malady.
Everything is horrible everywhere.
Besides the goop that laid under a rock somewhere, we've nevered moved forward as a species. Our initial existence was about as close to what we probably were meant for as we'll ever get again. We are animals like all the others, but we are the worst sort of snobs that could ever exist (we invented words based on our own snobbishness). Then again, how do I know what animals think and feel, maybe its all the same, maybe we are at the same point we were always at. Perhaps we're just that clueless about how insignificant we really are; oh, yeah, of course we are. How stupid of me, thats, what intelligence is, to know how pointless our existence is. No, not really. That would be Nietszche and in many ways pathetic.
I guess something about this whole negative, I live near a lake secluded and I feel like metaphorically chopping my brain stem off mentality is just cumbersome and useless in a way. Then again, it could just be that this foxhole you speak of has constantly been shelled and god or goop hasn't provided enough of an answer for that attack.
I can't think of anything else to say taht won't be negative, so I'll just end by saying: This gait of which Henley has spake is more of a gate than a gait. No one can open it anyway.
- If I have always been sick, then a malady is being normal...is that what you mean? Well, that word, you chose it for a reason. It contrasts something else, but the shit of it is that human beings are all the same. We are all despicable, we are all sick. A malady is a deviation from something, the word certainly carries that denotation. Hard for me to see how a universe of sick, perverted fools like our kind deviate from our sickness. I don't mean to pick on what you've said, I just mean to pick on the idea of a malady.
perhaps you see the word malady as a general over-arching concept, whereas to me it's a specific set of sicknesses. We're not just sick perferted fools, but corrupt and disloyal animals, and confused ignorant bullshitters, and so on. Malady is SELF-contrastive. A malady exists in conjunction to another malady. At least 1 always exists since perfection is an unachievable limit.
- Everything is horrible everywhere.
You're suffering from a severe case of The Sink...read the last article in the Pump House gang. REALLY read it.
- Besides the goop that laid under a rock somewhere, we've nevered moved forward as a species. Our initial existence was about as close to what we probably were meant for as we'll ever get again. We are animals like all the others, but we are the worst sort of snobs that could ever exist (we invented words based on our own snobbishness). Then again, how do I know what animals think and feel, maybe its all the same, maybe we are at the same point we were always at. Perhaps we're just that clueless about how insignificant we really are; oh, yeah, of course we are. How stupid of me, thats, what intelligence is, to know how pointless our existence is. No, not really. That would be Nietszche and in many ways pathetic.
Sorry to break it, it IS all pointless. And animals know it instinctively. Why else would a starving creature risk it all for an opportunity to eat? All animals including us are these creatures. Those maladies inherent in our worldy vessels are inherent in our DNA.
- I guess something about this whole negative, I live near a lake secluded and I feel like metaphorically chopping my brain stem off mentality is just cumbersome and useless in a way. Then again, it could just be that this foxhole you speak of has constantly been shelled and god or goop hasn't provided enough of an answer for that attack.
Whatever that God thing is, it doesn't have to give me shit and whenever I ask it for anything, I secretely presume I'm not gonna get it...which is why I ask for it...carefull what you wish for...
- I can't think of anything else to say taht won't be negative, so I'll just end by saying: This gait of which Henley has spake is more of a gate than a gait. No one can open it anyway.
The gate is already open every waking second...the question becomes: does God gait you through it like a showdog or does one take the plunge in good faith fully expecting to get burned by the dealer?
To some a stage, to others a study.
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