The Tedium Lies Quotes

“Life belies its candour in loss. The squalor of existence is a curse, a vulgar oath not to be rescinded. Life at its best is life at its worst. Every blissful moment is contrasted by whimpering rape and shared worst days. Silence implicates life’s precedent. Flagellated chaos. Endless torture. Elsewhere. Everywhere.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“Existence takes punished precedence in a world ailing with the agonies of consequence and misfortune. Once something becomes aware of its existence, once something is born to nothing, it cannot compel itself to cease except by cruelly wishing with futility for deliverance.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“Silence is the pesticide of language. Let the soil of your mind decompose. Enough flowers.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“The products and processes of nature which functionally disseminate life are each founded by a pledge of pain to be endured. Every good, every sigh is a distraction allaying weakness and death. Nature is a malformed vermin, a parasite burrowing audaciously the aches of a comatose universe.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“Mankind is a troupe in the fallibility of evolution and everything at his feet a prop, a false world made real enough to function without attainment or compensation of the genuine.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“No veils, no aliases. No duty, no blame. These green woods are without thought, nameless are its denizens. They lead into a waking dream. A dream with nothing to dream. Nothing to conjure nor relate. No effort to pursue nor resist. To sleep among root and rock… Why harbour identity where there is none? What good governs here where you are nothing? Your recitals without audience, your words without paper. The clanless hermit conceives of his own visage twisted in the shady stream. He carves not hideous figures and faces from the kindling but burns it. He dances not with a head of sprig to impress the elves. A sage must emulate nature from which morality is neutered. Ethics are chaste fodder for undying pyres. That ongoing tumult beyond the forest’s edge shall be yours to lick up and knock over again and again if you so choose… Mankind invents and implies. The crowd accepts or denies. People are always begging pity or scorn from your kind.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“Existential dread to philosophy’s end in an objectively indignant and unknowable universe is principally all we shall ever expect to bear and intuit but more importantly were intended to observe in dull harmonious respite, the congenital lack of a resolving creation myth or prime reason to exist, for anything to survive and billions of years lay dormant for the incidental arrival of our brains unwillingly limited to these strictures that were already set for us by the dawning of contumacious evolution without cause but local expedience, no matter the latest surge of scientific ingenuity or imagined promise in our comprehension of the universe’s layered and aimless design by scoping the hanging stars gripped by a listless Milky Way within speculative aeons of unshored blackness, only a dubious reasoning to our being ever spun and plied from the remaining equally unknowable shunted gaze of the cosmos.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“Art always dies
before society does
as history shows
and to our era
at humanity’s end
the world was glad
to be rid of
what it never had
to understand”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“There is no superstition beheld anywhere in the universe’s haphazard amalgam, no doctrine or spiritual purpose to climb or better inquire, no valid reason unearthed that existence ought to precede Nothingness.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“Although power predates the sovereignty of language, the will of the world is defined by speech, its rubric preserved by voicing the visual and the abstract. We were nothing more than label-makers. Etymological parasites. Concepts reduced to single terminology might as well count for a groan, the same brass snore from another room. Comprehension is a code, a cipher swapped out against forms remote or in motion, the remainder relegated fantastically to the opaque and fallacious.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“When I wake to consider the vaporous aether of our universe, everything feels as though contained within an impenetrably dark infinitely expanding bubble through which the empty space overtaken is sacrificially loaned unto a mockery of its antithesis, across waning dales where the dead retire, to be reclaimed by this cosmic tide, recycled, reincarnated into further being, a self-renewing system of cacophonous consignment inuring one maniacal God His baseless funereal watch, an elementary decree whose advantage succeeds into everlasting fire.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“The insatiable ambiguity of sentimental resonance with which we interpret music purely on the basis of emotions is evident through the impotency speech possesses in defining them.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“The great artist represents in all but funds—that is, by his own word—the confessional aristocracy of an erudite if autodidactic intelligence, one that is forever imparted from the vantage of an outsider.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“The egotistical discomfort incurred from misplaced imaginings is no doubt remedied by apprehending the meaninglessness of things as they are. Separate from our say, man’s unhinged authority over the earth. Lour literacy, a pantomime of parts. There is no portion nor presence of nature beyond our barren mediating.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“For what greater purpose may this blundering mill of violence chug onwards? What objective quota is served by a predatory death in nature as opposed to an existential one whose exile contrives all manners of afterlife and rebirth or else their conventional negation each in the service of equally incredulous cosmogonies and motivations and entitlements for life to blindly fester here in the first place?”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“Much of the world’s scripture denigrates what would ultimately steer an honest life, one that sanctifies gnomic courage without sacrifice to the will of He who watches from afar like a colosseum of resentment, like a festering cradle, entertaining incredible patience for the whole charade, the agonising anthill, the starving labyrinth, the enclosure of His vain architectural prominence erected in order for more abject varieties of vying death, blind and maimed, to appease prolonged viewing till the whole extinction of man.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“If I am seen to be strong it is because I shall be the first to fall. What courage you sample in my visage is only determinable in defiance for which my ambitions differ entirely. What right have I to speak for those whose suffering exceeds my past, whose fates were obliterated and will ape no more? Shall I expect to inherit this latent expansion for the sort we safely cannot conceive who do not yet suffer emptily? Late morning in a general practice waiting room, do they sleep only of exhaustion?”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“For millions of years intuition has dictated the brief biological statement of our increase through which the human race stakes further conquest. Consequently man eulogises reproductive rights as the sole boon to which meaning sought shall be prioritised by the begotten. Yet we were absently granted one miracle of indifference: reproduction is no longer our required initiative. The capacity to coerce and coordinate this carnal cycle of creation a heady remnant of our primal betters. When life prevailed without symbols and death bereft of the wishing and waiting.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies

“The function of life is to reproduce.
The purpose of sentience is to invite meaning.
The privilege of meaning rescinds suffering.
The foundation of being is survival.”
― Jacob H. Kyle, The Tedium Lies