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when you have once started asking yourself all the old, unanswerable questions: what is the meaning of life? why do we exist? is there a god? and you have read enough of philosophy and theology to realize that both are, beyond a certain point, meaningless exercises in proxility and elaboration on that which leaves no room for elaboration, and ultimately, devoid of answers, can you go back?
when you read philosophy only in order to understand it enough to dismiss it safely, when you read the bible only to know for a fact what you will later be burning, when you realize that the only truth is the lack of truth, and that pursuit of order -- pursuit anything other than the blatant irrationality of life -- is life-denial, the pursuit of truth the pursuit of death -- can you go back?
do you think one can go back to the old "blissful ignorance" after having dipped his filthy little fingers too deep in mimir's well? i want to know nothing.
as usual, people knew everything there was to know about life thousands of years ago, and we have since gotten so fucking tangled up in semantics that the modern thinker can never stop thinking, and gets to work all his life to get absolutely nowhere. no sleep! no rest!
when you read philosophy only in order to understand it enough to dismiss it safely, when you read the bible only to know for a fact what you will later be burning, when you realize that the only truth is the lack of truth, and that pursuit of order -- pursuit anything other than the blatant irrationality of life -- is life-denial, the pursuit of truth the pursuit of death -- can you go back?
do you think one can go back to the old "blissful ignorance" after having dipped his filthy little fingers too deep in mimir's well? i want to know nothing.
hávamál 54-56 said:Wise in measure let each man be;
but let him not wax too wise;
for never the happiest of men is he
who knows much of many things.
Wise in measure should each man be;
but let him not wax too wise;
seldom a heart will sing with joy
if the owner be all too wise.
Wise in measure should each man be,
but ne'er let him wax too wise:
who looks not forward to learn his fate
unburdened heart will bear.
as usual, people knew everything there was to know about life thousands of years ago, and we have since gotten so fucking tangled up in semantics that the modern thinker can never stop thinking, and gets to work all his life to get absolutely nowhere. no sleep! no rest!