The Fifth Science

by Exurb1a

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In all things, across all avenues, a choice must be made: whether to follow love, truth, or power. That choice will consume the chooser. If he follows only love then his wellbeing will be constantly at the mercy of another, though his highs will be sublime. If he follows truth then it will be a lonely journey, but potentially a noble one. If he should follow power though, not only will he come to know a desperate and revolting loneliness, but he will also never experience even a drop of satisfaction in anything. The new

I fear that on my last day, on my deathbed, that is when the meaning of things will enter the room and kiss my forehead and whisper into my ear what it was I should have done with my life, and how I should've conducted myself. Hell isn't a fire pit but a museum of regrets.

Sometimes other mInds would come to Him and ask questions about nature or virtue and wait for His great wisdom. Sometimes He dispensed great wisdom and sometimes He told visitors to fuck off.

If philosophers gave clear answers then surely the whole field would've died out with the Greeks.

Inaction is the primary refuge of those who prefer their own constructed realities to the beautiful chaos of the real world.

I don’t like photos. I don’t want any more taken of me.” He grabbed Todd’s pad and launched that through the window. Todd squeaked.

Society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they’ll never sit in.

We should’ve taken all our canine teeth out before we ever left the motherworld. We should’ve cut our claws on the journey up through the atmosphere.