Oh God why Norris has an advantage to suffering than my own self?
Didn’t I know Planned my trip to Denver to find Norris?
Why is Norris like Zarathustra?
Why do I envy him?
Why not I be in place of Norris?
Why not I approach him before he does?
How can I sleep tonight?
He wants no help like I want no help?
What similarities we have yet so lamenting
Learning with Norris is unprecedented
How I hate witnessing my own self in another self?
Oh Arabic how much I hate and love Arabic
Oh how I wished to hammering chain’s
How I long for an Iraqi man to converse with?
How thankful I am for Iraqi soil to produce Such a beautiful Iraqi soul?
O Diogenes I wish to be your disciple now for some time to come
How cynic and how sublime your life was in Athens
What is Buddha compared to Diogenes?
Diogenes who lived with his insanity
Diogenes the mad men on street like dogs
Diogenes the homeless philosopher
Diogenes the con artist and wisest of all
What is this materialism? asks Diogenes
To hell with conformity and men and their customs
Diogenes who appeared before plato in the academy with a chicken in his hands and proclaimed “Behold! This is the man of plato”
The art of not giving a fuck comes from Diogenes
Diogenes who exclaimed to Alexander the Great “Don’t block my sunshine and get out of my face”
Diogenes who told the kings son “human bones whether a slave or king looks the same”
Diogenes who governed men with reason and passion and madness
Diogenes is the Nietzsches mad men in the market searching for God and where is that God?
Esprit de cops to Diogenes and his intellectual ferment
Hobbes wrote “Naturally every man has a right to everything”
Hobbes thought “Men by nature are equal in a state of Nature and by difference enemies in a civil society”
A question comes to my mind while reading Hobbes which he elaborates brutishly
Why do men lock their doors in their houses before going to sleep?
Hobbes argues “What opinion a man has for his fellow men when he rides armed, of his fellow citizens when he locks his doors at night”
Hobbes further presents an antithesis “Does he who locks his door of the house at night not there as much accuse mankind by his actions as I do by my words?“
In a gist no one men is equal to another and safe by another and this brutish, barbaric state exist among men and animals which Darwin’s talks about as the survival of the fittest
Where to go? What to do? Abandon mankind?
We are at war with each other 24/7
What a shame on earth is human race as compared to other species
Not once men will be peaceful not once until the end of times or perhaps maybe to eternity
Why shouldn’t I be then a nihilist?
Ask not where those mediocre minds dwell?
Seek what there is not in the lines of great minds
Once you walk into the pleasures of ego there is no escape
Whole world and even God seems to be mediocre
One is ready to go any length to preserve one’s individuality
Normal and mere ordinary life of happiness looks mediocre
Madness and lunacy makes all sense but not conformity
Awake and arise my child the sun has not set yet within your soul
Such mind as yours O philosopher are born in centuries
Where is the wisest Socrates?
Hiding somewhere under a spell
For the reasoning of mind is always strangled to death by faith
A thorn of existence is wakefulness
A thorn in my flesh is suddenly arousing from my bed in middle of the night
A thorn to that day I was born and the day I will die
A thorn and millions thorns in my flesh
The euphoria of being in the world is a thorn
All started from that birth of a flower
A kind of flower with thorns
Non communication and madness
Never to be understood or cured
A disease is this thorn of consciousness
Lament the day God said “Let there be light”
Where is that light?
All I have is this thorn in my flesh, a bloody thorn and darkness
A thorn to rip my skin off and strip me naked and wise
Here take this thorn O child and ran away from people
All hail to wilderness where I can endure million thorns but no human existence
Schopenhauer writes in his masterpiece volume “World as will and Idea”
“Aesthetic pleasure; the deliverance of knowledge from the servitude of the will, the forgetting of self as an individual, and the raising of the consciousness to the pure will-less, timeless, subject of knowledge, independent of all relations.”
What universal genius resides in Schopenhauer’s writings
His intuition of the platonic idea is brilliant
How reading Schopenhauer makes me feel like I belong somewhere
Reading Schopenhauer gives me highest form of aesthetic pleasure
What petty trifling of Intellect cast away by contemplating oneself as a knowing subject and nothing more than that
What an escape from sufferings of the individual self
Oh how the world envy my being now! who have taken refuge from life into philosophy
To hang myself All I need is a rope, a chair and a roof fan whereas the courage I have is momentous
Why then I am not hanging myself I failed to understand?
Why I study philosophy amounts to some madness left in me since a child
How last night I tormented myself of not being suicidal and mad
People say hanging oneself is always better than shooting
My roommate once drank a drainer and was unable to kill himself and he is still alive what a shame?
How do I fight nihilism?
Read more Nietzsche perhaps?
How about drowning oneself in a river?
Why do people commit suicide?
Why do people hang themselves?
Why do people go insane?
Where is Jesus?
Where is my innocence?
Where is my home?
Who I am? Where I am?
Why I am still alive?
Why can’t I just die? Why wait?
Watch out for those grave diggers
What have you done? You “Grave diggers”
Where are you taking my corpse?
Where have you buried me?
I can hear sound of the trumpet
I can listen to the howls and mournings of my death
Away with grave diggers this minute
Let my corpse be rotten
Let my corpse be burned at stake
Let my flesh be eaten by animals
What demons have taken possession of you O innocent child?
Grave diggers are looking my corpse
Away with grave diggers this minute
Where is God?
You madmen! Have you buried God too? You murderers
Grave diggers save me from those grave diggers
I am a nihilist and I am alive
I am fighting this on going nihilism
What courage and what greatness my mind possesses
I absorbed all great philosophical works and haven’t killed my self yet
What is this universal will a thing in itself with a little touch of madness Schopenhauer loves to talk about
I have waged a war against already established truths
I am fighting nihilism with a hammer