Post by IM LITERALLY NEO on Sept 19, 2022 0:53:31 GMT
While sipping on some tea, the deepest version of myself materialized a soliloquy of my current self, the echoes of temperance beseech the quailing of my life's story, thinking about circular logic because it is the depth of philosophy. The depth of philosophy is small and subtle, you barely understand it, and barely can read it. It is the depth of philosophy that drives our spirits, and commands our will to make philosophy as boring as possible. We have come together to make philosophy so boring, that the depth of philosophy was too overbearing to the point many philosophy forums shut down from inactivity. It's from the pits of my social apparatus of concision involving the acute stability of boredom that the depth of philosophy has to offer. The people enjoy the monotony of nothingness that philosophy has become, where people write a whole lot to say a whole lot of nothing. No real consensuses or answers, just circle-jerking the epistemological root of our existence to feel like we are thinking, instead of doing some actual thinking. It's a paradox, like needing to take a piss at the toilet and hoping the toilet water doesn't splash on your face. The whims of philosophers have successfully sucked the life out of real philosophy and replaced it with the guffaw of tumbling weeds in a far distant desert where two brain cells go to quarrel about the standing of what is real. The shadows of our reflecting projections have thus been beaten into oblivion by going for the most obtuse, obscure and obfuscated thoughts humanly processable. Like a fart in the warm gust of wind on a fall afternoon in the middle of a field where we can further our insipid nothingness to a new level of stupidity, and stunted growth, we imagine as much of nothing as we possibly can, it's the accepted professionalism of philosophy in depth. Like those games that have the most insane graphics, all the words people write on the screen in small print that makes even a magnifying glass useless, hiding behind wanton words and desperately clinging on the notion that there is value and meaning in their estranged points that seem to come from a bizarre corner of nightmares and outlandish outskirts of inquiry. I sit here in the dark in isolation as I write with tiny letters because writing in big letters is not philosophy, it is heresy. HERESY I say. Not a single ounce of my being is capable of coloring text, even though philosophy is supposed to be colorful and imaginative, we have stunted its worth to black and white xerox machine mating with a zebra standard that has rendered the philosophical collective into a philosophical underworld without life and meaning.. Circulatory logic is all the rage in the philosophical community now, nobody wants actual answers, they just want to read small print on their electric device day after day until their brain scrotum shrinks into a microscopic happenstance that eludes the faculties of any objective assessment. I write furiously on my keyboard, yet that's what it feels like, in reality my hands are just hitting keys as I pretend to come up with hallmark ideas that bring philosophical breakthroughs Nothing is ever done on these philosophy forums, and all those that bring real philosophy to the table are outcast from the elite philosophical discussion room and demonized by those that write in small print for a living. The treachery of what has become of philosophers and philosophy is a testament to my spirit to rise above the small print and to bring a "bigger picture" to the premise. I am philosophy ascended, I rule all facets of philosophy, I am the KING of philosophy, the sole survivor of real complex thought processes that truly allow us to evolve and break free from old cyclical thought patterns that include being boring, writing small, pretending to think, getting mad when real philosophers appear, creating a philosophical cult echo chamber of boring nothingness that goes nowhere and provides nothing to the human brain, or any ounce of a person's intelligence. It only creates the illusion of intelligence, by facilitating the act of trying to think, but not the effort and responsibility to push the boundaries of thinking to new levels of intellectual depth that can eventually supersede arrogant scientists and "experts", a community of true unwavering intelligence that defies all old versions of ideological masturbation.. Philosophers have become so boring, that they have become enslaved by the black and white text, and have been consumed by non-colors and binary knob-head idiocracy that amounts to naught. It's truly a depressing state this world is in, people have been convinced that life is death, and death is life. Anything that is out of the ordinary and colorful as well as inventive has been deemed a global threat to human willful stupidity, where the collective think being filtered through boring linear methods of intelligence is better than unique ways of imagining higher perspectives of a philosophical dream rather than philosophical drivel, to the point I now call it FOOLosophy, the more-fitting modern day categorization of today's crap shoot.
The most powerful and invigorating philosophical questions are transported by the aether of the universe while I am sitting on a toilet and comparing an anal prolapse to people that push too hard when they should be relaxing, which moves me to the etiquette and deep philosophical thought of quicksand.
The most powerful and invigorating philosophical questions are transported by the aether of the universe while I am sitting on a toilet and comparing an anal prolapse to people that push too hard when they should be relaxing, which moves me to the etiquette and deep philosophical thought of quicksand.
