I don’t miss happiness nor do I miss health. I am only grateful that I am not in extreme pain.
Happiness is for weak feminine entities. They listen to beatles songs, ride their bikes, and masturbate to Nature. I am not one of those anymore.
I hate woman, even looking at a woman play with her foot for more than a minute makes me bored to death! Yet the apes around me will gawk for hours. Admittedly, if I see a passing icon with the brazier, and a big cleavage, I may give it another look, but for not more than a moment. that is how long it can hold my gaze, no more.
How can the Beatles be praised as musical genius, if their songs are mostly about Love? Love is fundamentally idiocy. Anyone who puts their heart in the hands of a woman, is obviously an idiot.
This is how I feel of the gladiatorial affair, of the dating game, and woman. Are men gladiators, from which women are to bid? Why would anyone want to bang Julius Caesar in a dress?
So it is said from the dating coaches “You can let a woman know you want to bang her, but you can never let her know you want to love her.”
What idiocy.
I derive no satisfaction from such idiotic affairs, My satisfaction comes from my own creative ingenuity and craftsmanship.
Actually James, Trixie is moving increasingly towards your mode of thinking, he has been making parallels to Michael of Ephesus, as have you over the years on your empirical, scientific approach. You both consistently hover over aspects of his thought regarding Aristotle, almost certainly unawares. Either Trixie will become a scientist, or James will become a cross dresser… only time will tell.
Kant said somewhere that true loss involves also the loss of knowledge of what was lost; so yes, various stages of subjective change/collapse are only felt for a little while, until completed, at which point one loses all ability to feel or remember what was lost. But don’t confuse that loss of feeling/knowledge with a capacity to judgment, one cannot judge what one does not know or feel.