CORMAC Mc CARTHY:- One thing i won't give up is giving up.you give up the world line by line you become an accomplice to your own annihilation.there nothing you can do about everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you.finally there is only one door left.
I long for the darkness, I pray for the death real death and if i thought in death i would meet the people i knew in my life.I don't know what i would do that would be the ultimate horror,the ultimate nightmare.If i thought i gonna meet my mother again and start all of that all over only this time without prospect of death to look forward to, that would be the final nightmare,"kafka on the wheel"
I want dead to be dead forever and i want to be one of them.Expect of course you can't be one of them.you can't be one of them because that which has no existence can have no community.no community. My heart warms just thinking about it blackness,aloneness,silence,peace and all of it only a heartbeat away.
I don't regard my state of mind as some pessimistic view of the world.I regard it as the world itself.Evolution cannot avoid bringing intelligent life ultimately to an awareness of one thing and one thing above all and that one thing is futility.
If people could see the world for what it truly is ,see their lives for what they truly are without dream and illusion I don't believe they could offer the first reason why they should not elect to die as soon as possible.
I don't believe in god ,look around can't you see the clamor and din of these torment has to be most pleasing to his hear.and I loathe this discussion the argument of the village atheist,whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place.your god, your fellowship is fellowship of the pain and nothing more than that.and if that pain were collective instead of merely reiterative,the sheer weight of it would drag the world from wall of the universe and send it crashing and burning down through whatever night it might yet be capable of engendering until it was not even ash and brotherhood,justice eternal life Good god, man.Show me religion that prepares one for nothingness,for death. That's the church i might enter.Yours prepare only for more life,for dreams and illusions and lies.Banish the fear of death from human hearts.... They wouldn't live a day.Who would want this nightmare but for the fear of next.The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every roads ends in death,every friendship ,every love ,torment,loss ,betrayal,pain,suffering age,indignity,hideous lingering illness........and all of it with single conclusion.for you and every one and every thing you have ever chosen to care for. That is the true brotherhood ,the true fellowship and everybody is a member for life.
rage is really only for the good days.the truth is there's little of that left.The truth is the form i see have been slowly emptied out,they no longer have any content.They are shape's only, a train, a wall, a world ,a man.....a thing dangling in senseless articulation in howling void, no meaning to it's life,it's words.Why would i seek out the the company of such thing?why?.there is only hope of nothingness and i cling to these hope.
I long for the darkness, I pray for the death real death and if i thought in death i would meet the people i knew in my life.I don't know what i would do that would be the ultimate horror,the ultimate nightmare.If i thought i gonna meet my mother again and start all of that all over only this time without prospect of death to look forward to, that would be the final nightmare,"kafka on the wheel"
I want dead to be dead forever and i want to be one of them.Expect of course you can't be one of them.you can't be one of them because that which has no existence can have no community.no community. My heart warms just thinking about it blackness,aloneness,silence,peace and all of it only a heartbeat away.
I don't regard my state of mind as some pessimistic view of the world.I regard it as the world itself.Evolution cannot avoid bringing intelligent life ultimately to an awareness of one thing and one thing above all and that one thing is futility.
If people could see the world for what it truly is ,see their lives for what they truly are without dream and illusion I don't believe they could offer the first reason why they should not elect to die as soon as possible.
I don't believe in god ,look around can't you see the clamor and din of these torment has to be most pleasing to his hear.and I loathe this discussion the argument of the village atheist,whose single passion is to revile endlessly that which he denies the existence of in the first place.your god, your fellowship is fellowship of the pain and nothing more than that.and if that pain were collective instead of merely reiterative,the sheer weight of it would drag the world from wall of the universe and send it crashing and burning down through whatever night it might yet be capable of engendering until it was not even ash and brotherhood,justice eternal life Good god, man.Show me religion that prepares one for nothingness,for death. That's the church i might enter.Yours prepare only for more life,for dreams and illusions and lies.Banish the fear of death from human hearts.... They wouldn't live a day.Who would want this nightmare but for the fear of next.The shadow of the axe hangs over every joy. Every roads ends in death,every friendship ,every love ,torment,loss ,betrayal,pain,suffering age,indignity,hideous lingering illness........and all of it with single conclusion.for you and every one and every thing you have ever chosen to care for. That is the true brotherhood ,the true fellowship and everybody is a member for life.
rage is really only for the good days.the truth is there's little of that left.The truth is the form i see have been slowly emptied out,they no longer have any content.They are shape's only, a train, a wall, a world ,a man.....a thing dangling in senseless articulation in howling void, no meaning to it's life,it's words.Why would i seek out the the company of such thing?why?.there is only hope of nothingness and i cling to these hope.
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