YOU STUPIIIIID MOTHERFUCKERRRRS!!!!
People actually reblog that Thomas Hildern’s stupid quote?
You do remember he’s just an asshole scientist who sacrifices people’s lives for his scientific accomplishment and doesn’t even give a fuck whether it’s dangerous or not, right?
I just can’t believe some people like his selfish,…
I can understand how you feel about him, considering I share a mutual resentment. However, I must say that this quote, while it may have been intended in some way to justify his selfish exploitation of others, is actually pretty legitimate.
All of mankind has been bamboozled, with our televisions, junk foods and frivolous statuses. A great many lenses have been latched unto our eyes, distorting how we perceive each other and nature. As the convolutions of our systematic society folds more intricately, our understanding of togetherness is replaced by a synthetic one. We no longer interact interpersonally, but intrapersonally with the illusion of closeness; ascribing archetypal qualities to breathing silhouettes. So every day we walk a predetermined path on autopilot, tending to our forced obligations, going only as far as our shackles allow us for we know no other way; working, educating, socializing, innovating, dining, shopping, sleeping until the next morning to repeat the process never knowing respite from this mundane. We all ride the roundabout ship in this never ending whirlpool to hell; even before birth we are rocked by its currents in our amniotic fluids, destined without a chance for a life not lived, but rehearsed. “And is this enough?” someone cries out to the silhouettes “Are you content with your idle-zombie state, deprived of a true holy moment?” But alas, he is a madman, for our complex society has prepared a classification and an explanation for every phenomenon or occurrence. And what else does the madman have left to do besides seek the greatest point of living in the split-second fear of dying? When he’s committed suicide and performed his ‘pis aller’, who was there to witness it? His cries before the sacred moment are received by the drywall they reverberate off of. The news anchor is dolling up to crack scripted puns and tell of another death, one of many daily. And I do not want to be this guy, who fades away having never opened his eyes. Discard your lens and open your eyes; relinquish everything and take me in as I do to you. Abscond all worldly possessions and convictions. Indeed is not true that the only truth to come from man’s lips is the proclamation of dismal confusion? And so I beg to you knowing these words won’t be heard, but interpreted instead. Though faith bade me farewell, taking my childish innocence with him, hope is not lost because I still yearn and my even if my futility shall drain me, I can taste the joys of living in trying. And perhaps we were never meant to connect; deeply, intimately intertwined mentally. I conclude that I do not know any more than I did when I first knew nothing, at conception, except that I am still lost. So how, Mankind, do I escape this labyrinth?
tumblrbot asked: ROBOTS OR DINOSAURS?
May we not conceive each of us living beings, wrote Plato, to be a puppet of the Gods, either their plaything only, or created with a purpose—which of the two we cannot certainly know?
Given our near-obsessive need for order, structure and, above all, meaning in existence, the latter option seems…
I’ve realised tonight something I’ve realised countless times. This time, instead of pondering a fragmented philosophical revelation, I finally could follow Wittgenstein’s advice and formulate into words what I finally understood clearly in my mind.