Darwin8u > Recent Status Updates

Even if God existed, to say he loved the human race was preposterous. It was just as likely the opposite; it was just as likely he was systematically deceiving us. To think that an all-powerful being would make a world for anyone but himself, that he might spend all his time looking out for the interests of lesser creatures, it went against all common sense.

A man, a life--it was barely worth mentioning. The Visigoths had destroyed the Romans, an had themselves been destroyed by the Muslims. Who were destroyed by the Spanish and Portuguese. You do not need Hitler to see that it was not a pleasant story. And yet here she was. Breathing, having these thoughts. The blood that ran through history would fill every river and ocean, but despite all the butchery, here you were.

But that is the story of the human race. Soil to sand, fertile to barren, fruit to thorns. It is all we know how to do.

"Remember that," he sad, "None of it's worth a shit until you put your name on it."

I wonder if I am going crazy or if I do not love my family enough, or if is the opposite, if I love them too much. If I am the only sane person I know.

They put arsenic in his meat And stared aghast to watch him eat; They poured strychnine in his cup And shook to see him drink it up: They shook, they stared as white's their shirt: Them it was their poison hurt. -- I tell the tale that I heard told. Mithradates, he died old. -A.E. Housman

Either make yourself stronger than the Romans, or obey them.

Done with Volume 3.

In love, it often happens that gratitude, the desire to give pleasure, causes us to be generous beyond the limits of what hope and self-interest had envisaged.

The ideas that had been passing through my mind were dispelled. They are goddesses who sometimes deign to make themselves visible to a solitary mortal, at a crossroads, or even a bedroom while he sleeps, and they stand in the doorway to bring him their annunciation. But as soon as he is no longer alone, they vanish in a refusal to appear to more than one person at a time.

Pain is largely a kind of need felt by the organism to acquaint itself with an unfamiliar state that is troubling it, to adjust its responses to that state.

"It is illness that makes us recognize that we do not live in isolation but are chained to a being from a different realm, worlds apart from us, with no knowledge of us, and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body."

"I was merely the instrument of habits of not working, of not going to bed, of not sleeping, which had to fulfill themselves at any cost" (143).