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  1. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    >waaaaah life is hard and being human sucks waaaaaaaah check out this black pill forechan waaah being a depressed moron is totally a logical position reached by rational means waaaah
    kill your self then. I'm serious. If life is so bad then you should have a nice day.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      He doesn't kill himself because he is afraid of death. Life is bad, but death is worse.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      He's afraid of death, just like you. Pussy

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        Who the frick is afraid of death? Death would be bliss. The possibility that it never ends and there's no escape is much more terrifying, and as it happens, true unless you believe that something can come from nothing. Past and next lives are established fact at this point and you are free to continue in ignorance while the rest of us buff up so that we become chads in the afterlife, even if we are peasants now.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Never read a post that starts with a "waaaah". All of them are moronic.

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        >t. Waaaaah poster

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      https://i.imgur.com/zb40PKO.jpeg

      Don't have a nice day.

      • 4 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        Nice icon. The Theotokos is amazing. First of the saints.

        Can you imagine Mary's fear? To have Gabriel appear to her and tell her that the Messiah would be born of her womb? The Savior of the world?

        Let it be according to your word. Such faith, such trust! The glory of God shining through the Virgin.

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      How is this a blackpill at all? It's just some moron whining about the fact that he can't get a particular fear (death, the most common and boring one) off his mind. I read the entire poem and was completely unmoved except to feel a little sympathy for the author for his utter lack of introspection, his total inability to realize that he was wasting this one life that he apparently treasures so much compared to the alternative by pissing away so much time brooding about oblivion. Yeah, it's going to end, it's going to end for all of us, it always has done. Dwelling on it is nothing but self-abuse, grow-your-own mental illness. The poem is an ode to feeling sorry for yourself for the exact same fate that everybody in history has had to face and endure.
      Either you grow enough to find meaning in life and therefore forget or even embrace and love death, or you keep fearing it and whining about it forever, in which case you should never bother writing a single word for another human being to read.

      What makes you so angry?

  2. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    How is this a blackpill at all? It's just some moron whining about the fact that he can't get a particular fear (death, the most common and boring one) off his mind. I read the entire poem and was completely unmoved except to feel a little sympathy for the author for his utter lack of introspection, his total inability to realize that he was wasting this one life that he apparently treasures so much compared to the alternative by pissing away so much time brooding about oblivion. Yeah, it's going to end, it's going to end for all of us, it always has done. Dwelling on it is nothing but self-abuse, grow-your-own mental illness. The poem is an ode to feeling sorry for yourself for the exact same fate that everybody in history has had to face and endure.
    Either you grow enough to find meaning in life and therefore forget or even embrace and love death, or you keep fearing it and whining about it forever, in which case you should never bother writing a single word for another human being to read.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      /thread

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        >can we please move on because this poem is scaring me!

        • 1 month ago
          Anonymous

          > is scaring me!
          nice projection

          • 1 month ago
            Anonymous

            I'm not the one calling to end the thread! I'm facing my fear! you coping b***h! Maybe Call Of The Crocodile would be more your speed?

          • 1 month ago
            Anonymous

            >!
            You're such a melodramatic homosexual lmao
            Keep spamming this shit, gay. I'm sure it will be a good poem after the millionth thread.

          • 1 month ago
            Anonymous

            My threads mog yours.

          • 1 month ago
            Anonymous

            Nah, my threads are glorious. You spam is b***hy and low test.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Nice wall of cope you got there.

      The whole point of the poem is that there is no way of dealing with death. It makes a mockery of all your efforts. "Being brave lets no one off the grave, death is no different whined at than withstood"

      • 1 month ago
        sage

        >The whole point of the poem is that there is no way of dealing with death. It makes a mockery of all your efforts. "Being brave lets no one off the grave, death is no different whined at than withstood"
        And yet the anon you're replying to seems to be dealing with it just fine. Death is what you make of it, like everything else. Just because you have a particular way of looking at it doesn't mean that is *the* way to look at it.

        • 1 month ago
          Anonymous

          >Death is what you make of it
          Lmfao, CBTards never fail to parody themselves

          • 1 month ago
            sage

            >hahaha what an idiot for not being terrified of death and just enjoying his life
            moron

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      OP BTFO

      Nice wall of cope you got there.

      The whole point of the poem is that there is no way of dealing with death. It makes a mockery of all your efforts. "Being brave lets no one off the grave, death is no different whined at than withstood"

      Grow up

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        Pretty sure Larkin was a grown up.

        • 1 month ago
          Anonymous

          Not spiritually.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      Triggered thin-skin incapable of recognizing his own hypocritical whine-fest.

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        This, imagine playing tough guy on IQfy Larkin was the real tough guy.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      I'm willing to bet that no one on their deathbed has ever reflected "gee, I wish I had of wasted more of my youth thinking about death." Lol

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        >j-just don't think about it, b-bro!
        Cope

        • 1 month ago
          Anonymous

          >Think about it all day everyday bro
          Why?

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      Good post, OP is a moronic child.

      Nice wall of cope you got there.

      The whole point of the poem is that there is no way of dealing with death. It makes a mockery of all your efforts. "Being brave lets no one off the grave, death is no different whined at than withstood"

      Congratulations on discovering existentialism (I think I first learned about that in 11th grade, a long time ago), but why are you posting? lurk more, this is just embarrassing that you think this elementary philosophical (and more importantly, spiritual) truth is supposed to blow people's minds.

  3. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    I take comfort on the fact that death is most likely the absolute end of everything, which means the end of all pain and all fear too.
    I'm feeling good right now. Ten years ago I couldn't sleep because not existing was too much, but existing also feels like too much. Everyday I wake up to a world of horror dominated by evil, and I myself oscilate between indulging in escapism and facing fear after fear. I have accepted we were born into a world red in tooth and claw, where might makes right, the devil's playgroung (or anyone's playground if your balls are big enough).
    The only way in which I will escape all my pain and all my evil desires and all my fears big and small is in death. Going back to the same nothingness from before my birth, breaking away from time and speeding things up to the end of it all. No more worlds like this, no more days like that.
    If there's more of this, I don't know what the frick I will do.
    If there's nothing, then that's one less thing to worry about.
    Try to find a way to cope, OP. Welcome to the club.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      There is no cope. There is only mud, and silence.

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        You're coping right now bro, but deficiently.
        If you let go of this bad habit of chasing after (You)s and preaching about how bad we all have it, all you have left is the fearful contemplation, the point in which your mind folds in itself at the thought of eternal nothingness.
        Have you read The Last Messiah? That's the blackest black pill out there, and yet it is a useful book because it teaches you how to cope in a very clinical way.
        What you're doing right now is a meager attempt at sublimation. You are vomiting that fear out through posts. But that fear will stay there with you if you don't address it somehow. Look at that homosexual with his poems, you should try some of that too, otherwise you will have trouble sleeping tonight, and tomorrow, and you will still die.
        How old are you?
        Check out these bangers bro

        • 1 month ago
          Anonymous

          I'm more of an Efilist.

          • 1 month ago
            Anonymous

            You can hate life and fear death and dwell on it until you get ass cancer and die, miserable in the only life you had despite being something other than a child sex slave in Philippines.
            Or you can be a based hedonist like me that enjoys the small things of life, appreciates all the ephemeral good of things until the ass cancer comes for me.

            This post is also sublimation (as is mine)

            I'm feeling like subliming right now, other times I anchoooor in politic shit, and other times I just turn off my fricking brain.
            There's nothing wrong with it. You were always coping with something, you would be coping with something even if you were an old timey Christian who believes he's going to heaven.
            And you can say life is shit and cry about it, or not.

          • 1 month ago
            Anonymous

            >distraction
            >isolation
            >anchoring
            >sublimation

            Is there any action that does not fall into one of these categories? Suicide?

          • 1 month ago
            Anonymous

            Doing LSD while you think hard about your inevitable demise and you look in the mirror in a dimly lit room while this plays

        • 1 month ago
          Anonymous

          This post is also sublimation (as is mine)

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      >death is most likely the absolute end
      What data did you base that likelihood on? If you accept that universe is eternal, you also accept that there is no death and that death is just one big cope: there's no way out of the universe for anyone. If your life sucks now, you should practice so that in your next life you will be the chad.

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        >What data did you base that likelihood on?
        I am my brain and my body and the world around me. The thing that exists behind my eyes, me, can only exist here and now.
        You put a bullet through my brain I won't be there anymore. If I go somewhere else I still won't be me anymore. I won't have a body or a world. What will I have then?
        My personality is a product of genetics and other forces beyond my control. I am not immune to propaganda or torture or MKUltra shit.
        My memories are unreliable and keep fading away. My thoughts and ideas were put in my head by other people.
        So what the frick am I? What is going to keep existing beyond this moment?
        To be fair, I don't know if there's actually nothingness after death, but for all intents and purposes I won't be around for the funeral. I won't be floating as a disembodied spirit feeling sad or sorry because the thing that makes me feel sad (my brain) was left behind to rot.
        Will I be something? I don't know. Will I be me? Not anymore.
        Is there a possibility that in a million trillion years somehow out of nothing this... Person wirting this post suddenly reappears in an alien an incomprehensible situation? Maybe. It's already happened once.

        • 4 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          >I am my brain and my body and the world around me.
          You don't know that, though.
          >Will I be me? Not anymore.
          Are you now "you", then? You identify only a brain and body, which produce some sort of suffering: how can you conclude then that there's a you? If you can, you can conclude your future as being a thing existing upon multiple lifetimes, based on the eternity of the world.

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            >You don't know that, though.
            What else can "I" be? And by "me" I'm talking about the individual in this human body: the bunch of hopes, dreams, fears, desires, thoughts. All of which came from the needs of this human body and the molding forces of the world.
            Maybe you're thinking of something like a soul that keeps going after your body is discarded. If my self is illusory and it will end when my body is discarded then it makes no difference at all if there's life after death or not.
            The next 1000 years I will come back as 127 different species of insects, mammals, lizards and bacteria, a jenkem addict living in the hood, the Rothschild heiress, a rice farmer in india 1000 years into the future. But I won't be there.
            So it doesn't matter much, does it?

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            >All of which came from the needs of this human body and the molding forces of the world
            Not really because need presupposes an experiencer: rocks are molded.
            >If my self is illusory and it will end when my body is discarded then it makes no difference at all if there's life after death or not.
            But then it wouldn't make any difference in this life either because there wouldn't be any continuity to any moments and no experience as we know it. But since there is continuity, it will continue to affect you, subconsciously or not.
            >But I won't be there. So it doesn't matter much, does it?
            You aren't here in this life either with that sort of absolutism. You could say that about any future moment - up until there would be no moments.

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            >since there is continuity, it will continue to affect you, subconsciously or not.
            That's an interesting idea but I can't move past the notion that too much of what makes me me is bound to biology, the hardware that runs this software so to speak. I can't exist in any other brain.
            >You aren't here in this life either with that sort of absolutism.
            The way I see it, the only place I am and can be is in the present moment. Even if determinism is true, all I can ever be is now.

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            >The way I see it, the only place I am and can be is in the present moment. Even if determinism is true, all I can ever be is now.
            This would contradict your idea that you are going to die at some future moment, though. Wittgenstein said as much iirc.
            >the hardware that runs this software so to speak. I can't exist in any other brain.
            It's the brain-in-a-vat idea really. Could you be reproduced in such a thing? If no, however, you could not say you are your brain. We can add a full clone of you too in the flesh: it seems whats left is the environmental molding. But that can't define consciousness as rocks are environmentally molded. Hard problem of consciousness remains unsolved.

          • 4 weeks ago
            Anonymous

            I guess we'll only know for sure in due time.
            Or maybe not.

  4. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    Sometimes I wonder if the depressive malaise is self expression or foolish self expression weaponized to slyly demoralize. I'm not one of those morons that believes all art is propaganda and the human experience isn't worth more than control or brands, but it is pretty easy to look past the bullshit. Yes, it's meaningless: we know. Yet we're here. Religion at least adds the point of primitive understanding to what's beyond the meaningless self or the encouragement that the earth is yours and you shall do as you see fit to create and find meaning in the void. This is a tacit conclusion pretty much every man comes to when their first child is born. Just like all evil does lie in the hearts of men, and it's purely their choice.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      >t.

      • 1 month ago
        Anonymous

        This is the face of anyone that tries to hide behind the acknowledgement of pain and emptiness, the grasping of control over the void through the cowardly pretension of understanding, and finds no recourse but to wallow in worthless tears. Too stupid to even comprehend the sacrifice and miracle that brought upon the very existence they reject most often with irony.

        >This is a tacit conclusion pretty much every man comes to when their first child is born. Just like all evil does lie in the hearts of men, and it's purely their choice.
        Yeah, ball cancer and tsunamis are a choice. Also the "muh magical fatherhood" meme is pathetic. I was forced into a meeting with low iq pavement apes yesterday and guess what? All of them under 25, all of them with at least three kids. Having kids is quite literally ejaculatory. Thai prostitutes shit kids out on the street and let them die. Its not magic, its a nightmare.

        Seeing ball cancer or tsunamis as "evil" is actually a choice. You choose to impose your vapid morality over the workings of nature. You let this corrupt and distort your worldview, and just as easily you fall sick.
        >muh magical fatherhood
        I'm just drawing a time table. You don't need to actually have children, just create something. Anything will do. Your lamentation is just another externalized toxic symptom of the disease.

    • 1 month ago
      Anonymous

      >This is a tacit conclusion pretty much every man comes to when their first child is born. Just like all evil does lie in the hearts of men, and it's purely their choice.
      Yeah, ball cancer and tsunamis are a choice. Also the "muh magical fatherhood" meme is pathetic. I was forced into a meeting with low iq pavement apes yesterday and guess what? All of them under 25, all of them with at least three kids. Having kids is quite literally ejaculatory. Thai prostitutes shit kids out on the street and let them die. Its not magic, its a nightmare.

  5. 1 month ago
    Anonymous

    3edgy5me

  6. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    I'm of two minds regarding death and the end of things. If everything will eventually lead to nothing, as in, say, a heat death of the universe, then everything seems completely meaningless. It's all ultimately for nothing, none of it has lasting impact.

    The alternative would be that things and actions somehow have permanence, through some metaphysical phenomenon or because the present isn't a privileged moment in time or through somesuch, but that seems equally horrifying, since that means all the evil, ugliness and sin that's done is everpresent and irreversible. All this unforgivable shit will always be here.

    Both alternatives have a soothing aspect, but they're both unacceptably bleak to me. I don't know that I could ever truly come to terms with either. Well, I'm a moron and I've never read philosophy, but what do you anons think? How do you see things, and how do you cope (beyond positive nihilism, "create your own meaning" and religion)?

    • 4 weeks ago
      Anonymous

      Self-actualizing selfish hedonism.
      I do things because I can and want to, because this is the only chance I have to do them. I don't feel the need to justify anything beyond that.
      As for the fear of death, I decided that I was here and not there (dying), so there is literally no point in thinking about how it will happen or what it will be like. I like to think I'll live long enough to kill myself peacefully. I like to think that death will be like sleeping with heavy anxiety: you will slip away from your fear and into a pleasant state of confusion before the lights go out.
      As for what happens after death. I can honestly say that I don't know, and I care less and less with each passing day that I realize I will never know as long as I live.

      • 4 weeks ago
        Anonymous

        Hmm. I've heard similar things from others, but I have trouble relating. You really don't feel any need for purpose to your actions? How do you care at all? Myself, I'd completely stop eating and moving if the urge didn't get so strong after a week. Beyond that, a vain hope that it might be for something greater is all that makes me do anything at all. And death isn't terrifying because I might feel bad once it happens to me -- really, I think I look forward to that part -- but because it ends things for good. Nothing from something (or everything), always and everywhere forever, yeah? Why speak to and help people when they'll all die, and why build churches when they'll all crumble?

        Is this something you reached intellectually or something you've just carried with you since forever?

        • 4 weeks ago
          Anonymous

          >Why speak to and help people when they'll all die, and why build churches when they'll all crumble?
          Because you and them are trapped on the same boat. Even if everything dies and crumbles in the end, the fact is that they are here now, suffering. If you can help them and you want to help them, why wouldn't you? Same with creating things. You want to do it, you feel compelled, why not? Imagine if Mozart thought the way you did,. His music is still playing 200 years after his death. The Vatican is still around, the temples and all that shit. It will all be dust in the end (as in, heat death/sun eating earth end), but so what? It is here and now what matters.
          You will die and cease to be forever. But you're not dead, you're here. Trapped in the present with the rest of the living. You have no choice but to do something. Why not something you WANT to do?
          But this is all personal preference I guess. Ive seen people here who just stop trying to draw or write because they are obsessed with the idea of never being famous or the most talented in the history of mankind. I guess some people just wish they could create eternal things, but it just feels absurd to me.

          >Is this something you reached intellectually or something you've just carried with you since forever?
          Something I came up with. It all started in high school when I realized no one would remember me after I died and it all snowballed from there.

  7. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    All he needed was to touch grass.

  8. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    >the author of this garbage is a famous poet
    truly blackpilling OP

  9. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    my fav larkin poem is love again.

    Love Again
    Love again: wanking at ten past three
    (Surely he's taken her home by now?),
    The bedroom hot as a bakery,
    The drink gone dead, without showing how
    To meet tomorrow, and afterwards,
    And the usual pain, like dysentery.

    Someone else feeling her breasts and c**t,
    Someone else drowned in that lash-wide stare,
    And me supposed to be ignorant,
    Or find it funny, or not to care,
    Even… but why put it into words?
    Isolate rather this element

    That spreads through other lives like a tree
    And sways them on in a sort of sense
    And say why it never worked for me.
    Something to do with violence
    A long way back, and wrong rewards,
    And arrogant eternity.

  10. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    One shouldn't fear death, it is the first step to transcending this mortal realm, escaping the samsara, and reaching God. However one shouldn't kill himself either.

  11. 4 weeks ago
    Anonymous

    I find the thought of eternal rebirth truly dreadful, it is genuinely horrifying to contemplate and if there is a hell out there, if such a thing exists that would be it, for I cannot imagine anything crueler.
    So here's my cope; the world doesn't repeat itself. One cannot step in the same river twice, for that river is no longer the same. The summer of this year will not be like last year's, nor any summer before it. Likewise, this applies to the human life (or at least I hope so). The man you are right now is neither the one that comes tomorrow nor the one of yesterday. This much is easy to digest but some of you may argue that history does repat itself and there's many examples of this like wars, conflict, the rise of an empire and its eventual downfall, etc.
    But when you think about it all of these are the rise and fall of something, something that will never exist again as I've just explained. Which almost sounds like the human life. Sure certain functions of the world tend to repeat, but the variables don't. If you threw a ball up it will eventually fall down, and that's the end of it. If you threw another ball up the same thing will happen, but to the second ball alone.
    That's why I believe the eternal rebirth doesn't really exist, and death is the ultimate end for any organism. Also I just realized this aligns perfectly well with the insignificance of the human soul and any other organism really, in fact it is a sign of human arrogance to assume our lives are precious enough to deserve to be bound to an eternal cycle of death and rebirth.
    I'm open to any counterarguments or suggestions.

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