Are you OK, unenlightened-san?

Death solves all problems. — unenlightened

So does medicine.

I think pleasure is an outlet for those with suicidal idealizations. In small doses please.

I read so many sad and self-destructive thoughts on that Discord. It's absurd. What is with people wanting to commit suicide?

As you are considering desire, and its value, perhaps you could also look to the buddhist monks who are immolating themselves to death in Tibet. As the personal reaction to desire is a fundament of Buddhistm. — ernestm

Are you talking about dukkha?

There's a lot of pssible answers to that question, from feelings of despair, though philosophical nihilism, to psychosis causing illogical thought processes. — ernestm

But, the issue seems to me to become one of a desire for self-annihilation. Why is that?

Amity!!!

:flower:

That fat piece of shit on the left, growing out of my right shoulder. He's really heavy, man. Dukkha and shittery got me all spastic recently.

Seems more like:

The Philosophy Writing Management Triage.

Oldie but goody:

I've been out of the loop for a while... — Amity

Hellllooo!, Please stay. :flower:

Sorry guy, I had a mini meltdown, then some satanic dreams. I'm somewhat in a error loop recently.

OK, I just had some pretty scary dreams; but, they helped me compartmentalize this relentless drive.

In a restrictive manner a chair is not an object. A chair exists as an object on which one can sit on. It's rudimentary role was elevated to such exhalation that when philosophers felt like they touched on something important, they would promise not to sit down for a couple of days. Some philosophers even declared that chairs are evil, and propounded sitting on the ground instead on the grass or to get their butts soggy.

Plato talked highly about chairs and tables. All his best times were spent on chairs. Then he created the perfect chair because he loved chairs so much, and then Aristotle stood up and shouted, I'm done with sitting.

You're in the Netherlands dude, You get to be about as open about it as possible, (me indicating that you wont like any responses from old bloke around here).

Epictetus in eudaimonia. — praxis

Thanks broseph. It's not really fun or anything, just so you know... Epicurus takes the cake here for some reason.

So you cannot define what you mean by 'happiness'? — 180 Proof

I believe it is normative in nature, even in an elevated sense.

Define what you mean by 'happiness'. — 180 Proof

Can that eveeeeer be accomplished, compadre?

And, then there's anger. Everyone is being lobotomized from all this overabundance of happiness.

I'm sorry if this thread is devolving; but, happiness is found through excruciating pain and then a norm of some sort. Now bann me, lol.

Not to sound glib, but what is pleasure without pain? (What does that look like… .)

I realize it is easy to dichotomize everything, but... — 3017amen

Everyone, if not most people, are relieving pain nowadays. Ibuprofen, morphine, SSRI's, man. It's scary that we're all shutting down our pain centers.

I'm really neurotic about medicine nowadays, it's like all doctors are out there to relieve pain, when that's what we need, as human beings.

What is causing this (these are growing pains)? As I said, the good news is that you are apparently going through change/growing pains that is somewhat more acute than you have previously experienced. Are you searching for more; more of some thing, or less of some thing?

For instance, you are seemingly now becoming aware that Existentialism is depressing. Why? — 3017amen

I am not feeling enough, dude. I feel like I'm dying out of this lack of feeling pain. That's what I'm all about nowadays.

Existentialism itself is not depressing, it is that arising sentiment that life itself is causing pain that makes one want to shut off from the world.

Since infinity is endless, it follows that it's impossible to ever know what exactly it is about the things we find pleasurable that makes these things pleasurable. — TheMadFool

Usually this ends in death. Too much pleasure itself is mortifying.

I got into philosophy as per one of my recent threads, due to an overabundance of some sort of self-sulking tendency. For some reason philosophy relishes in self-sulking according to my own imperative.

@unenlightened, I'm really sorry to reach out like a dunce; but, what am I doing wrong, man?

I really have not been indulging in suicidal thought; but, I actually had to go to the hospital recently. I do not understand my own tendencies of emulation; but, once I started thinking of you know who, I became so self-mortifying and sad. It's crazy people.

The good news is, that there is a beginning. The genesis of this awareness inside of you. A re-birth of sorts. — 3017amen

I am suffering man. SO much suffering. I do not understand.

Not familiar with Bergson, but I think I’ve had a similar thought: that the meaning of life is enjoying just being alive while you can, and then doing whatever you can to keep on doing that some ad long as possible. In contrast to fearing death, or feeling like there’s no point to living. The point to living is to enjoy living, and if you’re really enjoying it while it’s happening you won’t really be afraid if death, even though you should still act as necessary to avoid it. — Pfhorrest

Dude, talk to me. I have been even empathizing with death recently. You have no idea what kind of stigma this has left on me. [DELETE] I am baffled at what God has imposed on death. I hope to God that he has no heart or conscious.

My heart is bleeding on the very thought.

Hey man, glad to see you wallowing about again. I've been thinking of Henri Bergson. He seems to place the importance of the will to live above any other secondary or tertiary "wills".

What do you think?

I'm actually thinking about throwing out my Schopenhauer books. I am so effin tired of sapping myself out of life.

Just sleep.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noesis_(disambiguation)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nous

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noetics

Not sure what you mean. Noesis is intellectual apprehension of an idea. — jacksonsprat22

I rest my case, so, how do you explain this phenomenon of "grasping".

OK, so this is pretty scary shit. I'm out.

The highest degree of philosophy has, in my mind, been classified as the practice of philosophy. It could be said that philosophers are lover's of, not wisdom, but rather intelligence. I hope not to anger anyone about this, or people , like Nietzsche, who think that philosophy is the love of power or some such gibberish...

Some people who have had bad experiences become paranoid or anxious, poor fellows. — unenlightened

Economists call it 'confidence' and measure it. It is real, it is social, it is the glue of society, and the media that betray it are more destructive than war and terrorism. — unenlightened

What about certainty? I have had a series of misfortunes in my life. I find it exhausting and rather not expose myself. Yet, I am afraid of dying in the sense that I do not trust the world or physical laws itself.

Should God be trusted if not Google?

In a perfect world, there's no need for trust. Everything remains the same, and matter becomes absolutely solid.

Sup, I am your new King...

I have no idea what's going on; but, I'm comfortably numb nowadays.