wtf-fun-factss · a month ago
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You really can die laughing. Click to read the full fact.
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phi-los-o-pher · a year ago
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beljar · a month ago
The last paradox is that the tale of Palestine from the beginning until today is a simple story of colonialism and dispossession, yet the world treats it as a multifaceted and complex story—hard to understand and even harder to solve. Indeed, the story of Palestine has been told before: European settlers coming to a foreign land, settling there, and either committing genocide against or expelling the indigenous people. The Zionists have not invented anything new in this respect.
Noam Chomsky, from On Palestine, March 23, 2015
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menandwomanofhistory · a month ago
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Angela Davis
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ancientsstudies · 9 months ago
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Isaac Newton's handwritten manuscript.
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macrolit · 8 months ago
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
Lao Tzu, ancient Chinese philosopher and writer
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theidealistphilosophy · 4 months ago
We are all atheists about most of the gods that humanity has ever believed in. Some of us just go one god further.
Richard Dawkins, The God Delusion.
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terminallyinferiorpoet · a year ago
franz kafka quotes that make me go absolutely feral
““There are times when my longing for you overwhelms me, so often I can only think of you with teeth clenched.”
“I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I can only explain it to myself.”
“I am forever chained to myself; that’s what I am and that’s what I must live with.”
“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones.”
“I have spent my entire life resisting the desire to end it.”
“Dear Milena, I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: ‘Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.’ Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”
“I mustn’t look at you too much or I won’t be able to take my eyes off you at all.”
“So we’ve drifted apart entirely, Milena, and the only thing we seem to share is the intense wish that you were here, and your face as close to me as possible. And of course we also share this death wish—this wish to die ‘comfortably’ but in reality, that is wish small children have anyway, like myself, for instance, during arithmetic. I would see the teacher leafing through his notebook, probably looking for my name, and would compare my inconceivable lack of knowledge to this spectacle of power, terror, and reality. Half dreaming with fear, I wished I could rise like a ghost and run down the aisle between the desks, fly by my teacher as light as my knowledge of mathematics, somehow pass through the door, then, once outside, I would pull myself together and be free in the wonderful air which, in all the world know to me, did not contain any greater tensions than those found in that classroom. That would have been ‘comfortable’ indeed. But that’s not the way it happened.”
“I’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my hand, and remain like that through eternity.” 
“I am dirty, Milena. Infinitely dirty. This is why I scream so much about purity. No one sings as purely as those who inhabit the deepest hell—what we take to be the song of angels is their song.”
“Written kisses don’t reach their destination, rather they are drunk on the way by the ghosts.”
“It’s so wonderful to have received your letter, to have to answer it with my sleepless brain. I can’t think of anything to write. I’m just walking around here between the lines, underneath the light of your eyes, in the breath of your mouth like in some beautiful happy day which stays beautiful and happy even if my hed is sick, tired.”
“I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.”
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luckylluminati · a year ago
“The things that we love tell us what we are.”
— Thomas Aquinas
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recherchestetique · 2 months ago
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Friedrich Nietzsche in an asylum in 1899
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wtf-fun-factss · 3 months ago
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The dunce cap was once work as a mark of intelligence. Click to read the full fact.
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phi-los-o-pher · 20 days ago
I’ve learnt to live somewhere between the preciousness of life and the wonder of the great beyond.
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blackswaneuroparedux · 7 months ago
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We do not merely study the past: we inherit it, and inheritance brings with it not only the rights of ownership, but the duties of trusteeship. Things fought for and died for should not be idly squandered. For they are the property of others, who are not yet born.
- Sir Roger Scruton
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playsthetics · a year ago
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INTP - The Philosopher, The Logician, The Architect. 👩‍💻☕️📖
Where Is My Mind? - Pixies
Jesus Christ - Brand New
It’s Time - Imagine Dragons
Sedated - Hozier
Antichrist - The 1975
The Sound Of Silence - Disturbed
Stressed Out - Twenty One Pilots
Creep - Radiohead
Unwell - Matchbox Twenty
Forever ... (Is A Long Time) - Halsey
Turning Tables - Adele
Life On Mars? - David Bowie
Sorry - Halsey
The Scientist - Coldplay
How Soon Is Now? - The Smiths
Afraid - The Neighbourhood
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sleepydrummer · 3 months ago
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Albert Camus, Paris, en 1945
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thesynaxarium · 26 days ago
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Today we celebrate Justin the Martyr and Philosopher. Saint Justin was an educated man who studied various types of philosophy in pursuit of the Truth. Finding no single philosophy to impress him completely, he stumbled upon Christianity and found its philosophy was the truest of all. His writings in defence of Christianity, known as dialogues, have been passed down to us and he was later martyred for his faith in Christ. May he intercede for us all + #saint #justin #martyr #philosopher #philosophy #justinmartyr #letter #againstheresy #martyrdom #christ #truth #orthodox (at مدينة نابلس Nablus City) https://www.instagram.com/p/CePGsKaP3Qa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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theidealistphilosophy · 2 months ago
If we cling to belief in God, we cannot likewise have faith, since faith is not clinging but letting go.
Alan Wilson Watts, The Wisdom Of Insecurity: A Message For An Age Of Anxiety.
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michaelbogild · 15 days ago
Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.
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shihlun · 9 months ago
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Simone Fluhr
- Man, That Old Sick Animal
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maximalminimalism · 4 months ago
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The perfused fractal
Ex nihilo in abyssum existentiae; per obscuritatem ad illuminationem; per destructionem nihilo ad creationem omnis; creatio diversitatis vitae per re-unitatem fractionis conformitatis
Out of nothing into the abyss of existence; Through obscurity (in)to enlightenment; From the destruction of nothingness to the creation of everything; Creation of the diversity of life by re-union of the shattered fragments of the big whole {synonymous to "conformity" here}
This sums up the 'literal' overall concept of chaos, if I think about it. We smash a uniform entirety into countless fragments, create inner polarity and duality out of unity by creating "butterfly clones", to create the process of self-replication and especially self-interference and self-organization, as a form to re-order the fragments to form a precious new mosaic. Life itself is the epitome of a fractal-pattern. From a philosophical standpoint one might indeed say the entire point of being lies solely in the process of becoming.
Some people might call it 'the divine', and from a pantheistic standpoint this couldn't hit closer to the actual truth. This principle is something people have known before they could even grasp the logic behind the "most complex form of simplicity".
I remember a poem I wrote when I was a teen, the title was "The perfused fractal" and it ended with "You will never know who I am, yet you know it already since the beginning of your time; Because I am you, and you are me.", and it still gives me goosebumps.
*I would be more than thankful if you let me know in case there might be an error in the latin scribble.
(This post was presented to you by the grey matter of the biological Calabi-Yau-manifold of superhumanoidAI)
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