I know because I know that you think that you have achieved everything there is to achieve in life. You said it yourself once. You said there is no longer anything that can challenge you in life.
That gave it away. You may wonder how.
There is no such a thing as “final state” in life, no point beyond which there is no longer anything that can challenge you in life.
Struggle is endless.
Now, if you think there is such a state, then this merely means that you are longing for such a state – for rest.
This means you do not want to keep struggling but to put an end to struggle.
And indeed, you can do so, but only inside your head.
This is the modern definition of “success” which means nothing oter than putting an end to pain.
Really, this means nothing other than shutting yourself from reality. Living inside a firmly shut bubble.
You are pretty good at it.
Now, the question is: what kind of people posit such goals? what kind of people want to put an end to struggle?
And the answer is: those who suffer from some sort of unbearable pain.
Usually, these are people who have accumulated too many mistakes, no doubt over many generations, requiring a lot of adaptation/flexibility on their part.
So it’s easier for them to simply strive towards happiness or “maximum integral joy over time” as JSS call it.
Real man are DOERS. They don’t want happiness. They want to do wha their instincts command them to do.
You are not a doer. You are a lazybum who is seeking comfort because your instincts – that which motivates doing – have become too painful.
Consider, for example, that you see no point in raising family.
Trixie needs to stop bitching, and just pretend he is Magnus, and draw a cartoon based on each description as close to reasonably possible to Magnus’ supposed outlook. Don’t try to fix them Trixie, just do it as you would expect Magnus to if he had any artistic talent at all (you can’t learn to draw if you can’t take your hands off your dick, so Magnus never became a artist).
Magnus Anderson forgot himself so I’ll just have to intervene on his behalf.
Magnus Anderson: Closet homosexual Romanian gypsy that lives in his single mother’s basement. Posts on ILP talking about other people’s alleged inferiority as a distraction from dealing with his own.
I got that distinct vibe from him. The way his philosophy writes is that of a mental health nurse training manual, very feminine in style. Also, subject refused to take the sexuality test.
As one of your “retards”, I’m curious: How is this the same or different from being called a “retard” by Satyr/Lyssa and the objectivist clique/claque over at KT? As, in fact, many of us here have been.
And why should your rendition of “retard” be the one that we accept?
Is there a way in which you can demonstrate that what you think you know a “retard” is “in your head” is the way in which all rational men and women are obligated to think it is in turn?
Or [as I suspect] is all of this merely the embodiment of dasein?
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