No.187087
This is the biggest lie ever told. It is the narcotic soma for the defeatist soul. It allows you to look at the horror, injustice, and suffering of your fellow man and say, “Don't worry, I don't have to do anything. ‘Time’ will fix it. You, who pride yourself on being a man of substance and facts, cling to the most abstract and passive idea of all. What the hell is “time”? It is not an entity. It has no will. It is simply the dimension in which entropy does its work. Leaving redemption in its hands is like waiting for a burning house to extinguish itself. The hope I speak of, the only hope that has value, is not that foolish sentiment. It is not waiting. It is a driving force. It is a virtue of war. It is the decision to act against all evidence, it is belligerence against nothingness. It is seeing your neighbor drowning and jumping into the water knowing that you will probably both drown. Why? Because the alternative, standing on the shore watching with “prudence,” is a death in life a thousand times worse.
What if I told you that your neighbor—that imperfect, annoying, often ignorant, and ungrateful being—is your only chance for salvation? Not salvation in an afterlife you don't believe in, but salvation here and now. Salvation from your own uselessness, from your own emptiness.
No.187088
Life is a perpetual war, and mainly it is a war against our own tendency toward sloth and selfishness. You will not find the solution in a philosophy book or a scientific paper. The only possible meaning comes from action, from sacrifice. And sacrifice has no meaning if it is not for and because of others.
Why is your life a misery? Why does this world seem like a punishment to you? Perhaps it is. But it is not a punishment imposed by a bearded god. It is self-inflicted punishment for abandoning your brother in the name of prudence, which is, in reality, cowardice.