{"id":8894,"date":"2012-08-01T22:28:18","date_gmt":"2012-08-01T20:28:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=8894"},"modified":"2012-08-31T23:07:07","modified_gmt":"2012-08-31T21:07:07","slug":"we-believe-in-nothing","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=8894","title":{"rendered":"We Believe in Nothing"},"content":{"rendered":"

by \u015etefan Bolea
\ntranslation from Romanian by Simona S\u0103mulescu [MTTLC student]
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\nI am more and more inclined to consider that one can believe in nothing. If you are true to yourself you come to realize that almost anything can be destroyed, that almost nothing can withstand total criticism, which leaves behind the bitter taste of sterility. Let us tackle them one at a time:<\/p>\n

1.\u00a0\u00a0 Family. Your birth is totally arbitrary; your family is a result of contingency. If you would have been born in another family, you would now have been attached to some strangers. Between you, your mother and your father there is a only genetic continuity and a hazardous psychological connection. And, anyway, they have thrown you into the solipsism of individuality, in the absolute solitude in which there are no connections. What connections can you have with the ones who, in other circumstances, would have been total strangers to you?<\/p>\n

2.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Friendship. A strategic alliance, in which truth plays a third role, not a secondary one. We gather together like porcupines (Schopenhauer). We are actually protecting our interests only to play along in the detriment of passion. There is no pure<\/em> friendship, but only escape from oneself in otherness. Fear of being alone is the driving force of friendship.<\/p>\n

3.\u00a0\u00a0 Love. A fight for supremacy, which more often than not you lose. A sublimation of the purest sexual instinct.<\/p>\n

4.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Children. Create the one who will take you to a nursing home! Their innocence is doubled by cunningness and determination.<\/p>\n

5.\u00a0\u00a0 The Individual. A mask for the monster in the closet, an interface for Mr. Hyde, a sound without a substance. \u2018Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name\u2019. \u2018Myself am Hell.\u2019<\/p>\n

6.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Freedom. The interval between two imprisonments.<\/p>\n

7.\u00a0\u00a0 Work. If you don\u2019t like what you do, you are a failure. Otherwise, why repeat until retirement activities worthy of a chimp\u2019s intellect?<\/p>\n

8.\u00a0\u00a0 Money and property. Death is free but you\u2019ve won a special prize, sickness!<\/p>\n

You could argue that there are still things that cannot be destroyed completely, but they are also ambiguous, they too are not ideal<\/em>.<\/p>\n

1.\u00a0\u00a0 Music. Without music,\u00a0life would<\/em> be a mistake (Nietzsche). Why does music not make it through? Because you sometimes can be tortured with \u2018manele\u2019.<\/p>\n

2.\u00a0\u00a0 Art, life seen as an aesthetic phenomenon. What can be said against art? Sometimes is has no flesh<\/em> and furthers the general void.<\/p>\n

3.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Pleasure. Unfortunately, sometimes one\u2019s whole life translates in waiting for it.<\/p>\n

4.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Intelligence. We can perceive intelligence as the clarity of one\u2019s sight. You look in the distance, from above; while others stumble, block up. But you also see the chains and the cage. Too much intelligence isolates: you are the first without equals<\/em>. Stupid people seem more trained to survive because they are more tolerant. A stupid person can be a pleasant presence.<\/p>\n

5.\u00a0\u00a0 The feeling that your life has meaning, that you do not live in vain. Why is the feeling of personal or transpersonal sense insufficient? Because if we change the angle of the camera and see things from death\u2019s perspective, Caesar\u2019s and Beethoven\u2019s life is just that of a future corpse. Because \u2018the ground is calling out to us\u2019. Just picture how your corpse will look like in 60 years and it\u2019s enough to cure yourself of notions like \u2018soul\u2019, \u2018oversensitive\u2019, \u2018transcendence\u2019, \u2018eternity\u2019, \u2018human dignity\u2019 and \u2018value\u2019. \u2018On top of all a shovel of dust settles\u2019. Nothingness is the only profitable investment, the only god which will have a church even after the death of the universe, the grave digger of all the other gods.<\/p>\n

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We believe in nothing. Almost nothing. And when we do believe, we do it with half a heart, because we know we will pass\u00a0into\u00a0nothingness without discrimination. But let\u2019s not consider that the religion of nothingness preaches resignation… There are other worlds to destroy and there are other universes on verge of creation! Let\u2019s search them weapon in hand! Fiat finis!<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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