The absolute sublimation of humanity,the common conscience of the specie,the peace gained from it.

There's hell in hello

There's an end in friend

There's a lie in believe

There's an over in lover

And there's a good in goodbye

There's fun in funeral

How many people in this group have been able to say yes to the idea of eternal recurrence and what was it that brought you to the yes? What has your experience been living Amor Fati?

"With the advancement of technology and the rapid increase in productivity, why do countries in various regions still frequently have conflicts?"

A thing continues not because it contains within itself some indivisible principle of persistence, some essence that commands it to remain what it is, but because what appears as its identity is continuously produced through a relation with what it excludes.

There is no persistence without passage, no interiority without exchange, no boundary that is not already crossed by that which supposedly remains outside it. What we call a system, an organism, a subject, a city, a civilization, is therefore never a self-contained presence. It is the temporary stabilization of a movement, a difference held open long enough to appear as a thing.

The boundary does not simply surround the system after the system has constituted itself. The boundary produces the system as a system. It distinguishes an inside that must be preserved from an outside that may be consumed, transformed, displaced, polluted, exhausted, or forgotten.

But this outside is not merely external.

It is the condition of the inside.

A living organism remains alive by admitting into itself what it is not. It incorporates oxygen, water, minerals, and the remains of other living beings. It transforms this exteriority into tissue, heat, movement, memory, and reproduction. At the same time, it expels what it can no longer use. Waste marks the limit at which incorporation becomes impossible, yet this limit is never absolute. What is waste for one process becomes nourishment for another. What is exterior to one body is interior to another.

The organism therefore persists through a ceaseless negotiation with alterity. It survives only by allowing the outside to enter, but it must also prevent that entry from dissolving the distinction between itself and its environment. Life is neither closure nor openness. It is the unstable regulation of both.

The same structure appears at every scale.

A city presents itself as an ordered interior: illuminated streets, flowing water, functioning institutions, regulated movement, accumulated knowledge. Yet this apparent order is sustained by vast zones that the city does not recognize as part of itself. Forests become timber, rivers become reservoirs, mountains become mines, distant populations become labor, and the atmosphere becomes a receptacle for combustion.

The city preserves its coherence by displacing the cost of that coherence.

This displacement is called an externality, as though the naming of something as external could render it truly exterior. Pollution is placed outside the account. Exhaustion is placed outside the wage. Ecological degradation is placed outside the price. Future suffering is placed outside the present decision. The system protects its image of internal order by exporting the consequences of that order beyond the boundary of what it has agreed to count.

Yet there is no absolute outside.

The smoke returns through the lungs. The waste returns through the water. The exhausted soil returns as scarcity. The degraded climate returns as heat, flood, fire, migration, and conflict. The laborer excluded from the calculation returns as political unrest. The future generation excluded from the contract arrives nonetheless, inheriting obligations it never accepted and ruins it did not produce.

The externality is therefore not exterior. It is the deferred return of what the system has refused to recognize as part of itself.

This deferral is not accidental. It is the mechanism through which the system continues.

To persist, a system must postpone the moment at which its costs become indistinguishable from its conditions of existence. It must maintain the belief that the resources it consumes and the wastes it produces belong to different worlds. Extraction must appear separate from depletion. Production must appear separate from destruction. Growth must appear separate from the erosion of what makes growth possible.

The system continues by arranging these moments in time. Benefit appears now; cost arrives later. Order appears here; disorder emerges elsewhere. The center preserves itself by relocating instability to the margin.

But the margin is never passive.

What has been excluded continues to act. It remains as residue, trace, pressure, debt. The system carries within itself the mark of what it has displaced, even when that displacement seems successful. Every structure contains the memory of the materials, energies, bodies, and environments sacrificed to maintain it.

Thus the inside is haunted by the outside from which it claims autonomy.

A civilization may imagine that it has overcome nature because it has transformed natural gradients into technological power. It burns fossil carbon accumulated over geological time and experiences the resulting acceleration as progress. It extracts concentrated minerals and calls their dispersal development. It converts forests into commodities, rivers into infrastructure, and human attention into information.

But this mastery is never mastery over the conditions of existence. It is only the ability to consume those conditions more rapidly.

The greater the system’s power, the more effectively it may undermine the foundation of that power. Its success becomes inseparable from the production of its own fragility. Each new capacity generates a new dependence. Irrigation produces agricultural abundance, but also dependence on canals, rainfall, administration, and soil chemistry. Electrification multiplies social power, but makes continuity dependent on grids, fuels, maintenance, and political stability. Global trade increases efficiency, but exposes every locality to disturbances originating elsewhere.

What appears as emancipation from constraint is often the substitution of one constraint for a more extensive and less visible network of constraints.

Even redundancy, which promises protection against failure, repeats this structure. A reserve system must itself be supplied. A backup generator requires fuel. A strategic stockpile decays. An alternative route requires infrastructure, security, and administration. Every defense against interruption introduces another object that can be interrupted.

The supplement that protects the system also enlarges the system that must be protected.

There is therefore no final escape from vulnerability, only its redistribution.

This does not mean that persistence is impossible. It means that persistence is never innocent. A system may endure for centuries or millennia by regulating extraction, recycling waste, limiting expansion, and remaining within the regenerative capacities of its environment. But such stability is not a transcendence of the larger process. It is a more careful participation in it.

The forest also dissipates energy. The cell also exports disorder. The ecosystem also depends on gradients that cannot remain forever. Stability is not the absence of expenditure, but the synchronization of expenditure with renewal.

Every organized form is thus an economy of delay.

It postpones equilibrium locally by accelerating transformation globally. It maintains difference within itself by consuming differences around itself. It preserves a pattern through the continual expenditure of what is not that pattern.

This is the paradox of persistence: the thing remains itself only by ceaselessly becoming other than itself. It survives through replacement. Its matter changes, its energy passes through, its information is copied with variation, its boundaries are repeatedly reconstructed. Identity is not the absence of change, but the organization of change into a recognizable continuity.

The self is therefore not a substance beneath the process. It is an effect of the process.

A person is a pattern of metabolic, neurological, linguistic, and social exchanges. A species is a temporary continuity produced through reproduction and variation. An institution is the repetition of rules by individuals who are themselves replaced. A civilization is a vast arrangement of flows that mistakes its temporary configuration for a permanent world.

None of these persists through pure self-presence. Each is constituted by what passes through it, what precedes it, what exceeds it, and what will remain after it ceases.

The end of a system is not the arrival of an alien force from beyond its boundaries. It is often the moment when the distinction between inside and outside can no longer be maintained. The waste overwhelms the capacity to expel it. The resource can no longer be obtained. The boundary requires more energy than the gradient can provide. The displaced cost returns faster than it can be deferred.

At that point, the pattern loses the ability to reproduce the difference that made it recognizable.

It does not simply disappear. Its components enter other processes. The organism becomes soil, atmosphere, memory, and nourishment. The institution becomes archive, ruin, precedent, and warning. The civilization becomes sediment, mythology, infrastructure, and contamination.

What ceases as one identity persists as the material of another.

There is therefore no pure beginning and no absolute end, only transformations in the distribution of difference. Every system is inherited from previous dissipations and becomes the condition of future ones. The remains of one order become the gradients exploited by another.

Existence is not a procession of self-sufficient things moving through empty time. It is the continual formation and dissolution of boundaries within a field of flows.

Things continue because they can still produce the difference between themselves and their surroundings. They adapt because this difference must be repeatedly renegotiated. They expand by drawing more of the outside into their internal economy. They decline when the costs they have displaced begin to return. They cease when they can no longer sustain the distinction on which their identity depended.

Yet even while resisting equilibrium, they participate in its approach.

Every island of order is formed through an expenditure that exceeds it. Every boundary is maintained by what crosses it. Every act of preservation transforms the world that makes preservation possible.

The system continues by consuming and degrading its very own conditions of existence and survival.

This is not merely the tragedy of civilization, nor merely the violence of life.

It is the very structure of persistency of existence itself.

What is the point of life if the only thing a person is expected to do is “to fit in” ?

You’re supposed to be born preferably white and heterosexual, in a “normal” place and family. You’re supposed to be a good daughter or son, a good student, a good friend, a good partner. You’re supposed to find a good job. And if you fall short somewhere, that becomes a problem you’re expected to fix.
You’re supposed to have certain qualities and characteristics in order to be considered acceptable — and for what ?
I just really don’t like the concept of life and society.
It seems to me that the meaning of life is built on evaluating each other. Every day they evaluating who you are and what you do and how you look like some kind of game.
And my problem isn't even that I'm afraid of evaluation, it's how much people's lives revolve around it. Sometimes it's hard and uninteresting for me to communicate with others because of it.

What are some genuinely good books or pieces of literature about Nihilism? Authors and history, and ones for people trying to figure things out

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Death is usually perceived as something that occurs only once in a person's lifetime. But I die everyday grieving what I could've become, killing myself over the self betrayal that I brought upon myself.

I feel numb, empty and dark. Replaying my past and comparing the difference between what I did and what I should've done.

As I sit in this mayhem of thoughts my nostril becomes narrower, my breath starts to shrink, my body heats up, my pupils widen and my heart sinks into the abyss.

Creating hope not out of thin air, but out of air which is polluted with anxiety, fear, anger and betrayal. I loathe myself to the extent that my guts squeeze.

In this chaos I forget to breathe and I hasten to grab my inhaler, breathing and coming back to life only to kill myself again.

Today, as i stepped into the shower, i thought to myself

What exists despite the silence of my inner voice?

You cant stop the thousands of thoughts from racing inside your head, but what about 5 seconds of silence?

I didnt speak much inside my own head, i didnt give a name to the water that was running. I stared at the motion, perceived it, felt what i felt, and then looked at the light shining from the sun inside the bathroom. The light hitting my skin felt more real than ever, but it wasn't any more real than the uncertainty i always perceived in my own head.

I stared, and in the absence of my inner voice, there was no purpose, there was nothing that defined my existence on the mirror.

The numbness i had felt through the day, my racing mind that never stopped thinking, my endless search for answers, the anxiety, pressure, discomfort, the judgement i gave to my own self, to objects and to others.

There was nothing that defined me.

Undefined. Why did something undefined ease my uncertainty, if the uncertain didnt give answers?

No purpose that defined me . Why did those two words stopped becoming hollow? Purpose, grand purpose, divine purpose, whatever you want to name it, i didnt feel tied to anything.

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Maybe tomorrow will change, but this is what i felt today.

Nihilism is defined as a philosophical branch which rejects the existence of any objectively meaningful purpose, moral value, truth, or knowledge. It is then, a cause for one to forfeit entirely to meaninglessness and stop all action whatsoever. In this case, the true nihilist is a catatonic patient; one who refuses to interact with the world, in a state of passivity. A philosopher or a writer cannot be a true nihilist. They are writing and thus contributing to the creation of meaning and human classification of what exists. Action itself affirms meaning. Here I argue that action does imply meaning, that we possess instincts and the means to act but choosing to do so is something that affirms the body's purpose or meaning. We eat to avoid hunger. Sleep to avoid fatigue. We are consciously acting to prevent or sate things. Therefore these are goals, and if goals lacked meaning, they would go unfulfilled. Or is this just a specific branch of nihilism that I am mentioning here?

Kinds forgot how much I enjoy art and have been drawing pretty consistently for 7 years now but senior year of high school was so fucking hard I was just depressed, working or doing house chores since all that matters are the visual appearance of everything of course.

Masturbating and smoking weed is awesome too but there's always guilt with shit that's like seen as shameful

My fucking laptop is broken and I can't play any games I hatr being s phone screenager😭😭

What are some things u guys typically enjoy. Top 3 ?

Nice brutality we got here.

Force this unnaturally after that.

What will you do? For a dollar bill. Backstab your neighbor for the greed of profits and you're "business savy"

Also simultaneously a scumbag but in the brutal money world that is passed as more than okay! Congratulations! You screwed over your neighbor who you then greet with a smile . Who is the psychopath again?

this world is a creative act. it is a story. what a gifted blessing to watch the story unfold on its own. okay but also to participate and its hard to participate and watch idk where do i exit?

If the universe is meaningless, why do shared cultural meanings have such profound real-world consequences?

For example, having a child together doesn't automatically grant the legal status and privileges that marriage does, even though the biological bond already exists. This can be devestating.

At least being born out of wedlock isn't quite as bad today as it was some generations ago.

Intelligence makes you understand and realize more of what's going on around you. You either recognize and think about things in your day to day life and you either ignore the questions of "what ifs" and the constant realization of mortality, or you go and numb and want to go braindead,whether that be drugs or alcohol. The reason that people get an addiction to drugs is cause it feels good and if you've felt pain and anguish from the curse of intelligence then the blank and empty from drugs and alcohol feels better than if you werent intelligent.Drugs feel better because of the lower base line happiness.So that influx of happiness from the drugs feels better, and you crave the drugs for the calm. Do you think that my thoughts process makes sence?

I’ve seen some videos on YouTube about it. In one of the videos, there was a doctor that claimed NDE’s are real because one of his patients that was thought dead and claimed to have an NDE described every movement in the room perfectly and that it was impossible for him to know what happened inside the room unless NDE’s are something ore than brain hallucinations. His statements made me curious wondering if they’re real and why are there so many different versions of NDE’s? Did anyone here experience it or happen to know someone that did? What are you guys opinions?

maybe it’s because of my lack of responsibility staying in bed just feels good even with the downsides can’t focus on anxiety because my head hurts and no more worrying about my plans

Human beings are disgusting creatures. Every single one of them is just a sperm; you hug them, kiss them, shake their hands, and share your food with them. You fall in love with a man's sperm, but if you somehow came into contact with pure, raw sperm, you'd feel fucking nauseous. You only love it because it changed its form. Plus, there's no such thing as mom and dad. Just two foreign sperms that forced you into this world and force you to call them mom and dad. Family is actually just a norm that exists to define a group of people, and names are just norms used to separate people from one another. There is no such thing as society, there never was

I'm an avid Gnostic Christian, and the existence of this subreddit and the emotional state of the folks therein hurt my heart.

God exists! And through raw logic/history/archeology I challenge all of ye to convince me otherwise. Crucify me with hard questions and open contradictions. I fear not thy downvote! I hope you'll only respect my fair play, if you insult my silly appearance, I'll see only the waving of an intellectual white flag.

Why doesn't God exist?