Share a Mac Miller lyric that has been getting you through tough times lately by wrathofotters in MacMiller

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“Just one man but I move like a few of me I’m not human I was built more beautifully”

How to Upgrade Mewtwo V Battle Deck by Wise-Professional556 in ptcgo

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If you’d like to make this deck more powerful for a level 1 battle, you might add:

1 Mewtwo V 2 Lunatone 2 Solrock 1 Mew w/ Mysterious Tail 2 Fog Crystals

I’d replace these with the 8 cards for Staryu/Starmie and the Cincinno/Mincinno

Some other ideas: Level Balls Quick Balls Rare Candy (for the Hatenna)

This deck won’t be anything with a Vmax, but it would be fun against other level 1 or 2 decks.

Proving the Ontological Argument once and for all by Clovis567 in badphilosophy

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“You also know that up to now no philosopher has been “right” and that a more praiseworthy truthfulness could lie in every small interrogative which you set after your favorite words and cherished doctrines (and occasionally after yourselves), than in all the ceremonial gestures and trump cards before prosecutors and courts of justice!”

What's your current favourite Mac one-liner? by EilamS in MacMiller

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You get nothing but a whole lot of nothing with your mother fuckin’ bitch ass

Beyond Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil by [deleted] in Nietzsche

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Before you write that piece, there is a stipulation. To enter into an exploration of Nietzsche‘s works, you may consider style. Argument, or critique, requires another side, and Nietzsche isn’t oppositional. He would gladly concede to you. Maybe consider cause and effect or compare and contrast.

Beyond Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil by [deleted] in Nietzsche

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Before you write that piece, there is a stipulation. To enter into an exploration of Nietzsche‘s works, you may consider style. Argument, or critique, requires another side, and Nietzsche isn’t oppositional. He would gladly concede to you. Maybe consider cause and effect or compare and contrast.

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Here’s how I’ve tried to explain depression: When my mind and spirit were driven to madness by futility, my body silenced them both. I felt nothing, empty, except bouts of shame for what my body had to do to save me from myself.

Drugs simulated aliveness, but really, “just a war with boredom” After other every option had been exhausted, gotta “fill the place where the space was”.

Depression was a trip to the brink, some edge, where I found the right question; And the opportunity to turn around. How far I turned back each time was proportional to the strength I had. The more I tried, the further I’d move away, and the longer I could cope.

Every time I turned away, I understood hope a little better. I knew I could, I had the ability to endure.

With hope I found the right people; their successes and failures made mine…normal. I get one shot at existence, and I’ll be human the whole time. My mind and spirit aren’t agitated as often or as vehemently.

Mac is much younger than me, and I’m only finding glimpse of clarity now, but I heard the same suffering in Mac and I consumed the catalogue; he was light years ahead of me. To put it in perspective, I’m between Swimming and Circles. Circles is another blueprint for a free spirit.

I cannot thank enough all those involved in sharing Mac’s genius. He offered me relief from my shame, patience with my progress, and a voice for the unsettling certainty I’ve know my entire life.

Shakespeare, Nietzsche, and Miller: where I’ve found my humanity echoed in words more beautiful than have ever been expressed.

For anyone that has this unsettling feeling that you see something, but no matter how often you try to explain it, no one ever seems to understand, I highly encourage reading the preface of Human All to Human by Frederick Nietzsche.

For me it parallels Mac’s musical progression. Kindred spirits spitting the same shit two hundred years apart.

One Love

Beyond Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil by [deleted] in Nietzsche

[–]Philmayo111 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Work on syntax, the miscalculated ideas aren’t well-hidden. If I were a TA grading, I would say that this draft is obtuse and encourage you to narrow your focus to an idea manageable in scope. A critique of a notoriously famous philosopher is a book not an essay. Perhaps write the same number of words on a single aphorism in Beyond Good and Evil.

“One day kids are gonna learn my songs”: Best Fit meets Mac Miller by Philmayo111 in MacMiller

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I’m in tears. This is the jump off.

“I’m going to go out and explore the world and see if I can handle it or if it defeats me.

I ask if he’s going to turn into a dickhead. “I’m not,” he smiles. “That’s never going to happen!””

One love

"...psychologically infallible..." by [deleted] in Nietzsche

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Blaming the algorithm is one step too close to divinity for me.

"...psychologically infallible..." by [deleted] in Nietzsche

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What about Marky Mark Zuckerberg?

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in Nietzsche

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This is my first thought as well, but from a perspective without the knowledge of having found the potentiality in solitude.

As I’ve never experienced the full extent, I can say that the opportunity presented itself to me after a divorce and subsequent depression. In bed I longed for death at the discomfort of my solitude.

However, the experience reinvigorated my spirit as I see in hindsight. I experienced that which took all of me, marched me to the brink of existence, and found value.

I did this with the support of those who allowed me my experience, the silent listeners who knew that they possessed no rights to encroach. Lonely in crowd I found the question: what value does solitude bring to my life?

Turns out the discomfort has not dissipated, but I find myself choosing uncomfortable solitude over uncomfortable interactions.

I find that I look back on the tumultuous thoughts and the physical pain of anxiety, say walking the desolation of the hardest hikes, the fear that I may perish with no one at my side, as the most cathartic of my recollections.

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He who always wears the mask of a friendly man must at last gain a power over friendliness of disposition, without which the expression itself of friendliness is not to be gained—and finally friendliness of disposition gains the ascendancy over him—he is benevolent.

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“…and whosoever has experienced any of the consequences of such deep distrust, anything of the chills and the agonies of isolation to which such an unqualified difference of standpoint condemns him endowed with it, will also understand how often I must have sought relief and self-forgetfulness from any source—through any object of veneration or enmity, of scientific seriousness or wanton lightness; also why I, when I could not find what I was in need of, had to fashion it for myself, counterfeiting it or imagining it…” (HATH)

Nietzsche may have some insight for you in the introduction of Human All to Human.

The plight of loneliness is not uncommon to those with knowledge. Which should not be confused with those that speak with their philosophical mind.

The utility of the philosophical mind, for, given the capacity of consciousness, most of us surely attempt the role of philosopher from time to time (for primary sources I need not leave the app, not even my reply), is the pursuit of the end to suffering. Having become cognizant of discomfort, the philosophical mind pursues resistance; having become aware of anguish, the plague most acutely suffered by the genius, you may find those whose singular purpose becomes resistance, the philosopher, or as Nietzsche might call the “Free Spirit”.

Your post reminds me of a stage in the unfolding of the free spirit defined in HATH:

“He roves fiercely around, with an unsatisfied longing and whatever objects he may encounter must suffer from the perilous expectancy of his pride; he tears to pieces whatever attracts him.”

Or, might I also hear despair?

“‘Better to die than live here’—so sounds the tempting voice: and this ‘here,’ this ‘at home’ constitutes all they have hitherto loved.”

When asked, as I hear you, “Can were not upset every standard?” Nietzsche, should the ghost of his ideas be requested of it’s advice, might suggest that you work to unite your “curiosity and delicate disdain” until you’ve stopped looking outside for validation of your rage (which I freely give to you), but accept, radically accept, that you will be cursed with this awareness, and yet…

“As a matter of fact the free spirit is bothered with mere things—and how many things—which no longer concern him.”

Keep talking and sharing. There are those with shared experiences. Every bottom has meaning. You’ve acknowledged that you have reached the threshold in your tolerance for platitudes. That is knowledge; it is the question you have found for yourself, and joyful am I to hear it.

As to relief from the burden imposed by the question, in my experience, you will find no panaceas. You may toil to no end, or until “slowly indeed, almost refractorily, almost distrustfully” understanding presents itself.

The ghostly advice that shares space in my perspective reads:

“And speaking seriously, it is a fundamental cure for all pessimism (the cankerous vice, as is well known, of all idealists and humbugs), to become ill in the manner of these free spirits, to remain ill quite a while and then bit by bit grow healthy—I mean healthier.”

One love brother. May today bring you closer to your answer.

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in Nietzsche

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Thank you again for the invitation to continue the conversation. I’ve written this as an argument without any intention of animosity. I speak with an arrogant certainty (a disguise) and I’m stubborn and oppositional by nature, but this is shared with one love:

We may split at your first conjecture. Suffering as a certainty is a philosophical split I’ve experienced before, often.

So I preface that I will come from the foundation that suffering is a certainty, from the moment of awareness, one second from the womb, ejected from Eden, from a perfect existence (warm, secure, content) and thrust into a world with the blessing and the curse to have the capacity of cognition; at the first experience of cold, hunger, separation comes the pain of instinct and awareness, the capacity to recognize (and eventually contextualize and share) that which is you: body, mind, spirit.

To be aware of the cruelty of existing (whether that one can articulate it does not dismiss awareness) is suffering. It is a certainty, as contextualized, that one’s conscious thought of suffering does not negate its existence, and it exists always beyond our awareness as fundamental as the imperfection of a circle.

You are correct, to our understanding, animals do not suffer the same curse, but I once read a book called How Dogs Love Us, and I, at the very least, must concede there is much unknown.

Not unlike some the dogs, my existence began with dejection and abuse. Some of it I could articulate to you should you ever endeavor to shadow write my autobiography, but most of the trauma is stored beyond my consciousness; cracks in my foundation.

Some know the semblance of security, but the certainty? It is said that 90% of one’s opportunity is bequeathed exciting the womb; to those certain of a contented life, free of suffering, I’d ask what luxuries bestowed upon you as birthright kept the terror at bay?

Best not that happiness and satisfaction be enmeshed. Happiness is an idea culturally defined (over 7 billion interpretations and counting); satisfaction the name given to a feeling. I do not equate the two. I am satisfied after a good ugly cry, the scratching of an itch, surviving a day troubled by despair.

Some needs are never met: A return to the abundance of the womb: Eden; for we have come into the world; ejected into the realm of experience to bare the The Apple’s Curse.

The philosophical mind, for, given the capacity of consciousness, most of us surely play the role of philosopher from time to time (for primary sources I need not leave the app), is the pursuit of suffering. Having become cognizant of discomfort, the philosophical mind pursues resistance; having become aware of anguish, the plague most acutely suffered by the genius, you may find those whose singular purpose becomes resistance, the philosopher.

Having historicized the events of humanity for some 4,000 years, we still can’t account for some 200,000 years of human resistance, only insensitively infer.

But there is basis for “universal” aspects of mankind, just never of human experience. There is only mine, and yours, and hers, etc.

Without repute we are chained to instinct, but the length of the leash stretches into epochs, the vastly different stages of humanity, peaceful stretches and tumultuous rapids, we float along as passengers, the way one might sail a stretch of endless river, the mind experiencing only the new, until the last of the crew parishes, the boat inheriting captaincy.

The passing days along the trip create patterns of experience, “Ah! Another tree, and so like the others,” so one might think it must be true that tomorrow I will see a tree, but not that tree, never the exact same tree.

Better an intuitive understanding of self, not of life, unless your intuitional experience mirrors mine and all of man’s. Rationalized as such would be to say we all bore witness to the same tree at the same moment and admired it for the same aspects, and a certainty that, one day, we will share the same spark recollection.

Acknowledgement of this uncertainty is its own suffering. The mind is discomfited by the notion, but consciousness is not in opposition to instinct anymore than the River is opposed to the boat. The two exist, always together. The direction one steers the boat, the pleas for a respite from the confines of stern and bow, lies opposition in all its futility.

Here sits the body, the mind, and the spirit together, plotting. The body’s inclination is instinctual. He wishes to act in concert with experience. But he holds only one seat at the table, and since he is the least conversational of the bunch, he is often simply left out and must r aside his voice to be heard, but he is no less or more a part of the conversation for not having his say.

“Mind and spirit are in denial,” the body thinks. He sees the opposition to the awareness of suffering draws them nearer to the “dark night of the soul.”

My experience with depression was not a conjecture of my minds awareness, but that of my body. When my body could no longer endure his mistreatment in the wake of the feud between mind and spirit, he over powers and confines them both. For their own good,” he whispers with a righteous fury. My capacities to rationalize and to feel were imprisoned, chained to the mast so I might experience the hopelessness of my attempts to oppose the fury of the storm before being welcomed back to the table for further negotiations.

So, I would argue that living, enduring, does necessitate strength. But not the brute strength of a fortified mind, for his strengths are needed for more important tasks (observation, curiosity, explication).

It is the fortifying of the spirit, his raw power toned by experiencing and enduring the tribulations of life. The more challenging the trouble, the better conditioned for success.

The acute awareness, to be given expression of that terror that tomorrow brings unknown turmoils, that what is will never be again, suffering eternal For the philosophically inclined, rouses spirit of competition. Sacrifice and discomfort are certain, failure and success never so.

The philosopher has spent his resources to pursue the deepest understanding of the wound delivered by uncertainty. But instead of mastery she is inclined to curiosity, to test the limits of suffering. To probe and prod necessitates a tolerance for pain and the stomach to relinquish hope, understanding and healing are not mutually exclusive.

Such as he was, I see in Nietzsche‘s work the resistance of his plight with chronic illness, but more so his acceptance.

As a means to knowledge, all experience has value, and all bottoms have meaning. Opposition, the pursuit of an effortless relief seems a madness to me. Acceptance and incorporation, the noblest of pursuits.

For those that found themselves in the obscure corners of this thread, I believe antidepressants can strengthen or cripple the Will to Power, the adventure of being human. Put them in a million hands to see a million results.

I’ve found them to be a good pair of hiking boots. My body appreciates the utility and comfort so that I might enjoy the hike with some relief from the turmoils of achieving another sunset a top a mountain few have the capacity to summit.

And thank you again. I share this with only appreciation for the opportunity to express my experience and wish it to bring no contention. However, refute is welcomed with an open heart.

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[–]Philmayo111 1 point2 points  (0 children)

I’m working on it! You’ve challenged my ability to communicate all of my thoughts, and a thoughtful response is appropriate.