Thisabsurdworld

Vesuvius

  • 909.

    We latch onto some idea and call it truth

  • 908.

    How absurd is it to experience this period of insane capitalism and not be able to do something about it

  • 907.

    Within the limits we have unlimited freedom

  • 906.

    Even in the place we would think about acting, we act

    [The philosophy department is also a theatre]

  • 905.

    It’s just like language: when we use it ‘normally’ we aren’t bothered by any ambiguity but when we look closer we see and feel the ambiguity. It is just like the social theatre

  • 904.

    Do I also not have a hidden belief in ‘sin’? In the form of fleeing or fakeness? But I do not think this could be called sin

  • 903.

    Is thinking (that which lays ‘in’ us) better than the utterance of it in language? But that is another hierarchy. The point is that utterances in language are always the social theatre and that is not bad but it is less real; artificial

  • 902.

    All words are doomed to be misunderstood. Do not interpret my words, do not understand them; feel them, experience them

  • 901.

    Perhaps we have to accept that we are doomed to be ‘bad’ by our own ethical standards (the way we treat animals)

  • 900.

    The social theatre project is of course part of the social theatre [and not above it]

  • 899.

    When we make because we are told to make, we make nothing at all

  • 898.

    Must I not at some point burn the social theatre and bury it? Search for something else? Even though it seems impossible. But I cannot get stuck in one perspective

  • 897.

    We only have freedom in the social theatre. In the human layer freedom doesn’t exist because there things are. Freedom as a human functionings-structure.

  • 896.

    Creature implies creation

  • 895.

    Only for humans ‘is’ a table

  • 894.

    We only philosophize in the context of philosophers; not surprising that something is missing then

  • 893.

    The word ‘philosophy’ does not even touch philosophy

  • 892.

    I’m telling you, it means nothing! My philosophy means nothing. But that is the point. That is exactly its meaning

  • 891.

    I did die in that storm. My social theatre self died for just that moment

  • 890.

    Burdened to be misunderstood; yet some sparks of the understanding of others surprise me

  • 889.

    Exactly my not-fitting-in is how I fit in

  • 888.

    The fact that suicide is illegal is the funniest most absurd thing

  • 887.

    Ironic how someone trying to genuinely explain their religion can be the exact thing that repels people from it

  • 886.

    It is logical that I think this; I have rebelled against what I was taught. But I truly believe that what I believe is truth of course. And that makes it hard, almost impossible to listen or be in a place of the people that once taught me that which I have rebelled against

  • 885.

    This world is not broken, it is exactly as it is

  • 884.

    One of my valuations in the social theatre: religion is the most dangerous thing. [It] leads to oppression and fear. Religion is murder but the victims don’t realize they are dead

  • 883.

    You love your family because you have been placed within it. But to love humans that you meet in life is deeper for that love is not conditioned

  • 882.

    We pretend we are different than children. We pretend children are not humans

    [Here again we seem to have some concrete turning point; this and this age is when you stop being a child and when we will actually treat you like a human being. What absolute folly! What arbitrary nonsense! We will only stomach this to function as a society but I say to you, do not for one second believe in your own adulthood and contrast this to a young human and say they are a child. You do not see their humanity, only their child-being]

  • 881.

    All is religion. Religion is a system of beliefs and humanity works only by systems and by beliefs

  • 880.

    Why do you ask me if I have done this or that myself? Are you unfamiliar in the face of something original? Do not realize that ‘artists’ or ‘the best’ are part of us and we part of them?

  • 879.

    The social theatre is itself a field where sheep are caged; they are labeled and they scream to each other and nothing outside the cage happens for them. Most of them are content in this cage, for they do not realize they are caged.

  • 878.

    We even [literally] label animals. A heartbreaking reality of this wretched theatre

  • 877.

    We all have our own dog stench in our houses

  • 876.

    I am merely showing you something that already exists

  • 875.

    Let life step on me like I am a snail

  • 874.

    The wretched beauty of the social theatre

  • 873.

    The social theatre is the arbitrary

  • 872.

    Only with my eyes closed can I look at them

  • 871.

    Is there nothing between working and ‘standing still’?

  • 870.

    Dit moet anders

  • 869.

    What is this filthy currency that you put in my hand? That you put in the hands of your children? I want no part of it, but I am forced to.

  • 868.

    Is the way reality is designed supposed to make humans break down and cry at its awareness?

  • 867.

    The social theatre weighs heavy on my soul

  • 866.

    We exchange freedom for functionality

  • 865.

    I fear the next time I break, it will push me out of the social theatre in a permanent way

  • 864.

    Purpose quickens your step

  • 863.

    Humans are the creatures that move towards something. Life doesn’t move towards anything. It just moves

  • 862.

    There is a story that all humans must play. I must be human, so I must play. So the question remains: what kind of story do I want to play?

  • 861.

    Do you feel the warm landing of jumping down?

  • 860.

    ‘I wish I had your age’

    [The man to the boy on the bridge]

  • 859.

    I could kill that which is loud

  • 858.

    Now that I have let the thought of sharing enter my mind, all my new words feel filthy; touched by human eyes. They are supposed to be separate from it.

  • 857.

    It is also human to lose ourselves in stories. Just as we have done in the human story; the social theatre

  • 856.

    We are voluntarily oppressed by our religions. All of us

  • 855.

    Awareness is the essential burden. You can never return

  • 854.

    Intolerance for intolerance is the only tolerable intolerance

  • 853.

    This field of illusion is our home

  • 852.

    Having shared all of my soul; I can return to nothingness

  • 851.

    I do not want to talk to you, because we don’t really say anything, but my humanity demands it of me

  • 850.

    I have died, Levi has died. Only this human still exists

  • 849.

    Death is not a moment, it is a process

  • 848.

    I must learn to love the social theatre. But I am not there yet

  • 847.

    To be not-at-home in humanity

  • 846.

    How many hours of our lives do our eyes follow a ball?

  • 845.

    You’re not doing anything wrong

  • 844.

    There seems to be no way of softening this, if I tell you, you will stop me. If I don’t tell you, you will die

  • 843.

    The expectation of quickness of human conversation gives us no time to consider if what we say is actually what we feel

  • 842.

    Changing the world is all about sharing

  • 841.

    As soon as we make art to be understood, it is not art

  • 840.

    Everything we share must be polished in some way. Therefore some realness is always taken away when sharing. Unless we were to be unpolished, but that would not be appreciated or even accepted

  • 839.

    You will judge me based on what you read and hear, not on who I am

  • 838.

    Caring enough for someone to tell them that you don’t care for them

  • 837.

    Some small but comfortable garden prison. The prisoners don’t know they are in a prison until they go and discover the limits. The philosopher searches for the limits of our prison. The others are comfortable enough in their limited space

  • 836.

    It’s hard to live a life of nothingness and realness in the public eye

  • 835.

    Burdened with nothingness; with empty words

  • 834.

    I never wanted to be this, I never wanted to be someone not easily understood

  • 833.

    Please show me something I don’t understand, otherwise I will have no reason to live

  • 832.

    And when I have said all that has come to me, my death will not be a loss

  • 831.

    ‘This guy has a problem’
    No, I don’t, the fact that you think it is a problem is the problem

  • 830.

    That is why I cannot be an artist; I will always make art while thinking of the eyes of others; and that is not art at all

  • 829.

    Is ‘the enlightenment’ not itself a system?

  • 828.

    Philosophical works. Somehow ironic that we call it that

  • 827.

    My head aches from the storm

  • 826.

    There are languages without ‘being’

  • 825.

    A nonsensical language only exists after our definition of sense

  • 824.

    How ironic that we place an explanation next to art (that which cannot be explained)

  • 823.

    I wonder who I am without this study, low-key longing for a different perspective again. And not only a place where I hear other perspectives, but a place where I actually live them

  • 822.

    What is this place? I have no connection to this place

  • 821.

    Life has broken me and showed me I wasn’t broken at all

  • 820.

    So I can only share what I have already made, I cannot make something for you

  • 819.

    Best business plan: commit suicide close to all my unpublished works

  • 818.

    Sharing is meant to be understood. Art is not meant to be understood. So art cannot be shared

  • 817.

    As long as I make something with the eyes of others in my mind, it won’t be genuine

  • 816.

    So only things I have made for myself are truly genuine (and perhaps not even that)

  • 815.

    Real art is not meant to be understood

  • 814.

    It is caring what other people think that makes what you love stressful

  • 813.

    To share in the most real way, I have to trick myself into thinking I will not share it so that I do not have the pressure of eyes on me

  • 812.

    I wish I could break down and cry again