These are some of my thoughts that I have been writing down:
The universe is a perfect whole made up of imperfect parts.
When confronted with struggle or hardship, the weak and unwise man will ask himself “why me?” The strong and wise man will ask himself “why not?”
Human will is not free. It is shaped and constrained by our reality and surroundings. It’s always dependent.
The truth hides behind many layers of relativity, subjectivity, arguments and opinions.
Subjectivity is just a stepping stone to objectivity
I don’t ask myself what I want out of life. I ask myself what does life want out of me.
There is more to life than life itself.
To the bugs, we are just another surface.
There are many paths to the truth.
2+2 is 4 and 1+3 is also 4.
Some paths take you toward the truth, others away from it.
The truth can be expressed and manifested in different ways.
4 is real, universal, objective, but it can be expressed in different ways. It can be expressed as 3+1, as 2+2 or even as 8/2. Why can’t this same logic apply to morality or even to truth itself? It is objective, yet it is expressed differently by different people.
On a cloudy day, the sun can’t be seen though its effects can be seen all around us.
Dont blame only one ingredient for a foul-tasting meal. That ingredient could be properly used for another meal.
If truth didn’t exist, then that itself would be a truth.
Utopia is impossible, but dystopia is possible.
Religion, tradition, and national identity are barriers that capitalism has to break down in order to make more profits.
Pleasure will always betray you, but struggle will always be by your side.
We’ve been around for too long in a life that’s too short.
Just by looking at a chair, it can be known that the chair has a builder and its existence is owed to that builder. The chair’s existence is contingent on the existence of the builder. This can be known despite never seeing the builder.
I am not well read when it comes to the verses of “real” and practical life
A doctor can’t cure everybody.
I am drowning in frivolity, triviality, hysteria and debauchery. I keep getting pulled down and I am struggling to stick my head above it all. I don’t even get to breath in the tranquility and goodness that awaits above.
The parasite is concerned with his own wellbeing. He wants to feel as much pleasure as possible. He will not stop at anything to realize this goal. He will empty all of the water out of the rivers and lakes for his own refreshment, leaving everyone else to dehydrate. He will use humans as means to achieve his ends. He will empty your pockets of your hard earned fruits because he does not know how and does not want to plant his own garden.
Reading is a verb, which is an action, which is an experience.
You can’t have a house without walls.
To be filled with hatred and to harm someone simply because their mind holds different opinions is the equivalent of shouting at and stomping on your severed limb for leaving your body.
It is impossible to conceive of a world without humans.
Whatever is beautiful is good. Whatever is good is true. Whatever is true is either unknown or divine.