Exploring the philosophy and ramifications of antinatalism; that is, the belief that life should not be brought into existence.
My question: when is life not overly bleak?
During the act of copulation. Which is the only appropriate time to read Ernest Becker.
Either way, you're screwed...nyuk, nyuk.
There's a nice sonnet in the book by Marcia Lee Anderson I'd like to share:DiagnosisWe multiply diseases for delight,Invent a horrid want, a shameful doubt,Luxuriate in license, feed on night,Make inward bedlam-and will not come out.Why should we? Stripped of subtle complications,Who could regard the sun except with fear?This is our shelter against contemplation,Our only refuge from the plain and clear.Who would crawl out from under the obscureTo stand defenseless in the sunny air?No terror of obliquity so sureAs the most shining terror of despairTo know how simple is our deepest need,How sharp, and how impossible to feed.
Glad this blog seems to be still chugging along despite Jim's hiatus. Honestly I'm still so lost in thought from the things I've read here and at the brilliant Sister Y's, I'm unable to formulate any coherent commentary at the moment. I will say, this shit is my home. Hopefully I'll have some quality blathering to contribute eventually.
Anonymous:Sometimes, when Sister Y's copulating. Oh, and when 'Big Bang Theory' is on. But the overall picture doesn't look good, and never has.Sister Y: Alas, fate has consigned me to solitary pleasures the last couple of years, though I have fond memories. However, I AM enjoying the book, though I'm over halfway done and am fearing the conclusion that's coming. On the bright side, it dovetails nicely into my own new project, so I'm considering it time well spent, and I MAY provide the answer I'm afraid Becker's going to avoid (though I haven't finished yet...just guessing).Sharkbabe:Glad to have you with us. Looking forward to your input. And, yes, Sister Y IS a brilliant writer and contributor, without a doubt.
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