Speaker: We always seem to question the Socratic Truth seeking. But I do not think humans seek Truth, nor do I think humans are ready. All who even get close, seem to go to insanity and die, or are just killed, before they are even close. Yet I found it, the source of all Power.
With that said; I do not think humans seek truth at all. I think it all is self preservation. We lie to ourslves, accept blatant lies as truth. We ignore our very instinct, the only reason we survive. Telling ourself we evolved past it, while society changes the way it manifests. My best guess, is that there truly exist a gene that makes us live in delusion.
X
I understand the temptation of Power, but I must warn those who seek it. You cannot wield it and you will surely die. And mark my word, you will die a horrifying death, akin to everyone else who have been close to the source. It’s an obvious pattern.
Nothing as humans imagine will be found, because it is fantasy. The only thing you will find is dispair, and where dispair thrives, death follows. I do not claim to be the exception, I am merely lucky to be sane and alive.
X
But I can tell you what human truth is. It’s circular and paradoxical. Everything you precive to be truth, is also untrue. It’s merely the cycle of society, sociology, stuck on repeat. Even the great Nietsche could not see, and insanity tok him.
Every election human-sheep all go in circle ‘I know better than you!’ Yet if democracy was so good; Tell me. Why are we ruled by the majority, all the fools? It’s a fact that majority of humans are average intelligence, therefore average leadership is all there will ever be.
De Sade – What he found dispair indeed, chained to a wall for insanity, he was the monster that lives beneath, the predation in reality! And on the wall he died like an animal indeed.
Never will humans seek truth, when we cannot even recognice where to start. No single foundation of truth, cause wars, delusion, radicals and extremists. Good and Evil is interchangable.
Remember the promise of life.
The promise of death!
X
Yet tho ask ourself; Why do sociology always end in radicalization? One majority echo chamber, that prey on the different thoughts. Is it perhaps meant to collapse? That the majority preech about what is acceptable and unacceptable to uphold the radicalization. Even if different thought is the cure for this radicalization sickness that infestate human society?
Why does it always go too far, why does it always lead to death? Are we doomed to prey upon ourself to such exstend that societies nearly go extinct? Perhaps it is indeed the balance of nature, to never allow humanity to reproduce to certain amount? Perhaps death is just the safeguard against infinite life growth?
X
Wilst thou not adhere to my Maldance and niggardly artful acceptance for the truth of life? Where I admire the blissful naivety of humans within Earth’s Paradise. Not in mere petty, or pityful observation, yet of beauty. But why won’t you admit that it is so? What are you afraid of?
Wilt thou never admire the beauty, sometimes even desolate places of Earth. To see where the blissful and enthralled in the veil, while death and decay hide under their feet. Hitherto, ad adsurdum, and forever.
And wilt thou remain blissful forever, whilist the paradise you so dearly dream are before your eyes, unseen? Why wont you see?
X
Why is it so that past philosophers are so frustrated with naivety? Ineed they are. But why would the naivety of human be an issue? After all it ‘is’ human nature, and it ‘is’ where beauty derive from. One could argue that the ‘enlightened’ not be in such frustration, rather admire from a state of ‘enlightenment’, but maybe as they desire is to be them self blissful towards Earth’s Paradise?
After all, the paradise of earth has but prey and predator.
X
Self: From this life I am fading, I can feel the life force leaving my body. But, no matter. How come you fear the process of dying? The process of life’s end. You are so afraid… And why is your fear beautiful to me?
And why am I to be condemned as evil, I the darknees, I whom love you the most, I who see no flaws?