Moral authority
If all the members of a society were strictly honest, one couldn’t think of havng moral legitimation unless being equally honest as the rest. But such is not the case. In real societies–where most of the people don’t play fair, being the less dishonest one is enough for acquiring moral superiority.
Beds
Nowadays, beds are very stylish and fashionable. But they don’t have bars! How can people have good sex in a bed without bars? No wonder there’s so much anger, depression and stress inside modern societies…
Consistency
Facts are always consistent. The way they’re accounted is usually not.
Genesis
“Noone who has ever witnessed the violence of a volcano can be so credulous as to believe in a placid and abiding planet Earth, in our History’s continuity, nor in our civilizations’ inevitable progress.”
The tinsel of neons
Is there any nation, any people, any town, having the decency of willingly refraining from the coarse resource, the stupefying lure, the insipid and noisy fashion, tacky, baffling and deceiving, of giant screens and neon signs? What has become of originality and good taste? What of discretion and diversity? Capitalism and consumption know no dissidents? Can’t anybody reject or look down on the flashy audiovisual offensive? Have we all yielded, like ancient natives, to the false shine and brilliance of tinsel?
I need a new world!
Gods and men
Men are but animals in gods’ disguises.
Death penalty
“Death penalty” is a contradictio in termini. One can’t be punished with death, because when one is alive, death is not, and when death is, one is not anymore. One can only be punished with the announcement of death.
Artists
There are two pure kinds of artists: those who create out of hard work and discipline, and those who create by dictation of the muse. There’s not much credit in the latter, and not much charm in the former. Fortunately, most artists are somewhere in between.
Hazard
Life is a hazard. Unless you’re ready to face death, you won’t be able to fully enjoy life.
Never forget this.
Hope
And you know how hope is, don’t you? Stubborn and irrational; deaf to reasons, blind to evidence, impervious to logic and common sense. Hope doesn’t come from the brain, but arises from the heart and, like a drowning man, grasps at straws; and so, to feed our hungry and feeble hopes, we use every small detail, every little fact that could possibly hint at some faint fulfillment of our wishes…
Suicide
Suicide is not really about killing yourself.
When you think of commiting suicide, your spirit–what is actually your self –is already dead; and it’s not possible to kill what is dead.
Suicide is mostly about avoiding resurrection.
Dreams of future
In one million years from now (a trifle in terms of Cosmos history) there will be no trace whatsoever of humankind in the Universe, which will keep walking inexorably towards the total enthropy forever and ever, for the whole eternity. What a dizzying thought, my God!
And we still feel so important, and we still think we can afford to lose our time dreaming of the future!
Youth
Youth is a poisoned blessing. It prevents us from learning the dearest lesson of life: the unvaluable value of time.
Open minded people
It’s not open-minded to want to only meet open-minded people. Actually, that rather evidences narrow-mindedness.
Perfect wife
If you’ve ever thought of getting the perfect husband, you should ask yourself if you could do a perfect wife.
And if you think you can do a perfect wife… then you’ll never get a husband!
(Of course, this also goes vice-versa.)
Fear of happiness
One day I found out, with no little surprise, that some people are just affraid of… simply being happy!
In one million years from now (a trifle in terms of Cosmos history) there will be no trace whatsoever of humankind in the Universe, which will keep expanding or contracting inexorably towards the total enthropy forever and ever, for the whole eternity. What a dizzying thought, my God!
And we still feel so important, and we still think we can afford to lose our time dreaming of the future!
Finding myself
I’ve spent half of my life trying to find myself, and when I finally succeded I felt horrified when realizing that I was beholding but my own nothingness!
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