A wo-man’s lust/lost is proportional to a man’s.
She reflects his desire.
You’re gay.
Symbols (words, metaphors) arranged creatively to produce a desired reactivity, are a Modern’s favorite ploy, to enjoy life before (s)he departs, for unknown parts.
With human abstractions, used as entertaining distractions, does Modern wo-man attempt to escape from past/nature, they deplore, wan ting to explore possibility (expanding space/time - chaos), desperate to evade probability (order, past/nature), so as to build a kingdom, before they die, not shamed by the lie, they use to inflate what they can never relate to.
Like tourists they visit ancient sites, hoping they will absorb some magical spirit, some pervading landscape, to fabricate a construct to replace the one the are ashamed of.
But there is no magical vibration in the temple’s arrangement…because it is but a representation of what lies behind, and they can never find by looking in the ruins and runes.
As all initiates and wannabes do, they misconstrue the symbol for the fact, the word for the act…the meme for the gene.
Confused by their own convoluted past/nature, a hybrid of amalgamation, they think they can pick and choose, deciding their own fate, hoping if they learn the rituals somehow they can tap into the vitalities, of commonalities they can never share in.
Their relationship to what is deemed "sad’ and hard to swallow, is an indication of their own failure.
Their reaction to the dark, exposes their presumed lightness to the light.
Spoiled and pampered, sheltered and never exposed to the austerity of what knows, all they have to cry for is a parental embrace, and a toy denied, a word unspoken and a feeling rejected.
For this they compensate, for a lifetime, dejected.
Their intellectual pursuits circling around this subjective rune…entering maturity too soon, beneath the lunar swoon.
Lunacy takes them.
Constitution is the secret.
Not only of body but, when it comes to reality, that of mind, of psychology.
No shit…and you, are are effective and mystical as you think you are, my child.
No secret desire in you.
No little girl, trying to conspire.
Sorry, I’m not. Nor am I a man. So I don’t want an angry man or woman who obsessed with Greek mythology. I used to enjoy reading philosophy and marveling at the debates, but not so much anymore. You guys and gals. Kudos. Are you all walls? 
“What’s in a name…”
The modern tries to evade the real with words, thinking definitions will do…but then in his needy haste, he is convinced that by changing names, his image, his name, his essence is escaped…like a true imbecile of Nihilistic Modernistic victim-hood, he actually believes baptismal is salvation, though he declares himself a secular humanist, a Marxist, an enlightened Modern.
Says one thing and then exposes himself in deeds, with deep, secret needs.
If he’s not declaring himself a god, a warrior, a victor, pre-emptively, then consistently he repeats the prayer of a slaves despair, insinuating that words are magical though consciously he denies such primitive superposition, beneath him.
He thinks he is over Abrahanism but there he is, in his own words.
Think of race and gender, for such a pathetic creature…
These are human fabrications, when it is the denial of them which is so…having no argument to explain how gender does not expand from sexual reproductive roles and race is not indicated by appearance, when in every other case, it matters more than so.
Ask such a ridiculous creature why appearance matters in all cases except when it comes to humans, and face the same self-flattering, flatulence, of depravity.
Let me not conflate your genetic needs for debate.
All you do is flatulate, repeatedly, begging for…cake?
“Angry” is how you try to understand, what is beyond you.
It’s how you lower the above to what is more akin to YOU.
Admitting ignorance of a subject, is not a validation of its critique, you sad imbecile.
I suspect a hidden, unadmitted impressionability…which leaves me apathetic to your dilemma.
If I were inclined to the cunt, then I would find it.
My interest run deeper, sad creature.
My investments in time, require more timeless returns than a stupid pussy wanting cock.
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but even the dogs feed on the crumbs which fall from their masters’ table
Why does all this have to be about power-plays? You are all my superiors. Go be superior. Wow them all.
So?
Do you relate to the bitch’s you pretend to be above, and sometimes hate?
Do dogs vote?
Do they relate?
Do they demand to be included in a intellectual debate?
DOG KNOWS ITS PLACE…DO YOU?
Only a weakling would dare.
If you come here for lethargic, comforting, then why are you chasing me around, poking, you idiot?
Go find some nice imbecile to share your idiocy with.
Take care.
What is truly embarrassing is some dumb idiot, praying in his/her church, believing his faith has universal authority.
Then, when coming out, and testing himself, being beaten like the weakling he is, complaining that he is not given the proper respect.
This would be like a weakling, training in his community gym, thinking himself strong enough to defeat the world’s monsters, and when entering the arena and being beaten to a pulp, bitching about how crude and rough these “primitives” were, not abiding by humanitarian rules, and complaining about how they were intimidated and bullied.
Where’s the ref?
Do I go looking for mental cripples to beat on?
No.
A bully is someone who intentionally seeks out the weak to dominate, so as to feel superior.
In this case they come looking for me.
But, when it comes to philosophy, is it not they, these retards, who think themselves powerful and smart enough to enter the arena?
Is a “bully” to be redefined as someone who beats the shit out of a weakling, when it was he who entered the rink willingly, and confident that he can handle anything, and that he would be reinforced by the experience?
Ok…so wait a minute…proper conduct would demand that no matter how weak and pathetic the challenger was, that the stronger one lay down and pretend defeat, or parity, stalemate, so as to not hurt anyone’s feeling?
The goal is that EVERYONE participates and leaves the gym with a positive outcome?
Is this the goal?
Therefore, this isn’t really a competition, a challenge…it’s training, exercise, a self-help seminar.
Well…then it isn’t philosophy, and all fo yuo do not truly love it.
You only love it when it’s kind, and loving, and flattering, and it does not hurt your feelings, nor bruise your ego.
This is a training gym…a means to become more aesthetically pleasing…to appear fit, though you may not truly be mentally fit.
I get it.
Here he is…a volunteer…have fun tuts.
It’s not like there’s a shortage of morons, and retards, on this forums, bay-cakes.
So many, even an ugly bitch can have her pick.
Choose one, and have fun.
They are more than willing and able.
Now…fuck off.
You bore me.
Just because you see what appears does not mean you can read (interpret) it accurately.
Just because you know, does not mean you understand.
Just because you can speak and express your feelings, does not mean you are worth listening to, or that you have something interesting to say.
Just because you can participate does not mean you have anything valuable to contribute.
Just because you exist, does not mean you are fit to exist.
Just because you are thinking does not mean you are thoughtful, or that your thoughts deserve to be considered seriously.
Just because you resent, and may hate me, for saying so, does not mean I am wrong.
Your subjective reactions and beliefs mean shit.
If this were not so, then there would be no need for philosophy…and your hypothetical “love” of it is premature, if not naive.
The theory that philosophy, or the study of reality, would automatically be kind, benevolent, or helpful, is the philosophy of the Abrahamic psychosis, that has already decided that the cosmos is loving, kind, forgiving, or knowable, ordered, and correctable…a “preemptive” positive" space/time to be waited out, or endured for as long as it takes to 'heal" its many “evils”.
If life, on this level of awareness, is too distressful, then you ought not to pursue awareness further. reside in the comfortable middle ground, the area of hedonistic, manimalistic mediocrity, and enjoy yourself to death.
Nobody will bother you…if you keep quiet and you do not declarer yourself this or that.
Shut, the fuck up, eat, shit, fuck, drink, sleep, and do not worry about anything more than that.
Did I enter a barn and shout at a sheep “Wake UP!!!”
No.
But if the sheep comes out of its barn and begins head-butting me, then I’m having it for dinner.
Am I cruel?
Bemoans an entire forum yet continues to post on it.
Yeah, you’re not Satyr. Your prose is lousy. Definitely an acolyte of his though.
Yes, you’re a mean cruel sheep fucker.
