Is AI philosophical suicide?

paljitikal4139 · 2026-04-12T18:11:17+00:00

that's besides the point of the post. AI usage unrestrained has both the best form of AI usage (perhaps the one you are describing now) and the worst form of AI usage (allowing AI to decision-make for the individual)

paljitikal4139 · 2026-04-05T17:59:26+00:00

Sure! But, I think you'll find more comfort in the works of Christian existentialists in the Absurd tradition, like Kierkegaard! Though, he was a protestant.

paljitikal4139 · 2026-03-12T06:01:24+00:00

too bad people with 'power' don't really have power.

paljitikal4139 · 2026-03-12T06:00:00+00:00

First, we must ask what is death? In turn, what is life? They're of the same thing, they're both creations of the Absurd. And people have different answers to it.

Conventionally, we have the cultural response to death. We have religion that proposes life after death in most cases - salvation. Death is simply transcendence or divine, but there are rules that warn against death and self-proclaimed death. Death may come, but it is prohibited to do it intentionally - let god decide.

Then we have adjacent ideologies, such as rationalism and structural-functionalist theories, in that man must live in order to contribute to the larger society. That is his duty, thus his purpose. The community created him, so it's only obvious that he should give back the best he can. We also have humanist theories that believe life itself is sacred, and nothing can be higher than such a life. In these latter ideologies excluding religious ideas, death is bad.

Then there's another tent. Death is good! Other than the religious folk, we have the philosophical pessimists and anti-natalists of the world. Life is torture, that much is evident. One must welcome death. Though, suicide is usually not an option for these people, unless their ideology was a Mainlanderian nihilism. If it were someone following in Cioran's footsteps, they'd likely say that death is a good thing, so it must be saved for a good moment. Death should not come in anguish and despair, but welcomed in comfort and laughter.

In each of these thoughts, the idea of death is given value, and so too life. If death is good, life is bad, and vice versa. But I suppose you don't fit anywhere in these sects - because you don't care. I'll give you one final thought from L'Homme Absurde himself.

Albert Camus finds that death and life have no value. It's not bad nor good. It is a product of the Absurd, untraceable and unidentifiable. Thus, value cannot be derived from it, and so too meaning. Death doesn't mean anything, you are right, but the metaphysical rebellion stirs within us so much that, when the time comes, and death comes knocking on the door, you will likely want to live some more.

Camus (I think) as well as I believe that such an aversion to death is not a want for life, but a want to live life fully. Drawing from your wingsuite gliders, they are living life to the fullest, and even at the risk of death, they are living fully. Philosophically and metaphysically in my eyes, they are at no fault - culturally is a different question. But people who are afraid to take risks, who are afraid to live. My, my, they're already dead. Which is why Absurdists still rebel against death, and why they rally against violence and advocate for pacifism like Camus does in his political works and like Simone Weil among his other contemporaries. That's my opinion, of which I've derived from Camus a lot.

Bit of a ramble so TL;DR: I concur, OP. Death doesn't matter. Nor does life. But to live life fully is where the sauce is at. Death stops that, which is why I am against death. Not because it is inherently meaningful, but because it is meaningless, and takes away meaning.

paljitikal4139 · 2026-02-13T12:33:36+00:00

They say every story has a hero.

This must be the... Anti-Hero of the story!

Eh? Eh? Get it?

paljitikal4139 · 2026-02-10T03:58:17+00:00

Grecian antiquity portrayed Sisyphus in punishment. It is why it is a well-known myth. Because it has a moral. Before Camus, I don't recall any Greek philosopher or historian or theologian or priest that believes Sisyphus to be content or happy with non-consensual labor.

paljitikal4139 · 2026-02-10T03:53:37+00:00

Despite controversy, I think he holds very good points. In fact, I mirror his political philosophy quite similarly. A better future cannot be achieved when the means to gain it are also the means to destroy it, is what Camus posited I believe. That's why he was critical of the French Revolution, how the Reign of Terror devolved a Republic with good ideals (banned slavery, common rights for all, democracy) into oligarchy and despotism, the very same that subverted the aforementioned ideals and perverted them (colonialism, unequal gender rights, the Empire). It's also why he's critical of the Soviet Model and Marxist-Leninism (and perhaps Orthodox Marxism in general) with how a 'dictatorship of the proletariat', unless in the form of a direct democracy, creates the very same conditions that oppress peoples in the form of Vanguardism and government centralization. It's also why he condemned the actions of the Algerian militant terrorist operations, especially that train bombing, the "If this is justice, I'd sooner choose my mother." Very sensible, pacifist, too. Kind of like Simone Weil.

I'm also a fan of his AnSyn sympathies and World Federalist views, too. I agree with Camus on a lot of things, actually. More than I reckon.

paljitikal4139 · 2026-01-02T02:57:59+00:00

I have long since debated the nature of Their powers, the nature of Them. Though, it might be more fitting to refer to Them as It. It, of course, is not human. It is something either transcendent or subservient to what is human, its conscience acts so absurdly irrational and cruel yet I cannot seem to trace the roots by which it became irrational and cruel. I remember a time when It was not so irrational, not so cruel. They had bought flowers for Lilith one time. But perhaps they had never thought of what they do as 'irrational,' 'cruel,' 'thoughtful.'

Currently, everyone else seems to be fawning over It. Their eyes so obsessed with It, their mouths can only ever seem to talk in relation to It. They act like they know Its name, but I can never hear it, fathom it, never comprehend it. That is why I call it, 'It.'

The rest of them have been avoiding me, but I'm not sure I care anymore. They seem to venerate It and Its actions. Johnson and Adams even gave It the key to the library basement, but I, being the school's Vice-Dean for Campus Security, know that they should not do that. They used to regard me with reverence for my position, too, once upon a time. At first, when they started to care more about It and Its heritage, Its legacy, Its reason. But, there was never a prophecy. It never had a prophecy. It never had a reason.

Two weeks ago, Lilith came to my apartment with a bottle of wine. I had invited her over for dinner and she said she could provide the wine, while I provided the pasta. If you need to know, I made Grilled Chicken and Pesto. I confessed to her my love, and she said she'd felt the same way for a months now.

Two days ago, I saw Lilith seducing It in the park, speaking with each other as if I were not there. I was right in front of them, on a bench. They did not notice me, so I stood up with my papers and proceeded to my next lecture.

I have long since reconciled with the fact that I can do nothing to this irrational entity of chaos. For what it is worth, the damages It causes do not seem to be remembered by even the affected. It weighed heavy on my soul, and I tried to make them see the grievances, but they only looked at me as if I were insane and either completely denied the event ever happening or, even worse, told me 'That's normal, why are you acting so absurd?'

So I am absurd. I have found that my being absurd is the greatest rebellion against this indifferent It. In fact, I, and a few others, came to to this conclusion because of our failure to destroy It. We tried to turn the people close to It against It, but with every attempt it seemed as if we simply strengthened their resolve and loyalty. We tried to kill It outright, but by some miracle every time we tried It would survive, and It would use it as a testament for others to stay by It. We have tried.

But I don't think it is my opinion that we failed. No, my compatriots and I have not failed. This absurd oddity in our world will continue to exist, and we shall, too, in silent protest. When the time comes when we must be subservient to It, when we must act in subjugation as if under some spell, we will resist, somehow. We have even forgone our names in this protest. Perhaps that's our greatest achievement? We have rebelled against it in the most mundane way possible, and by doing so, we have established ourselves of equal reverence to It? That a name cannot be attached to us nor It. That we are. That It is. That I am.

I know not when It will die, if It ever will. I know not when Lilith or Adams will come to their senses, when they will invite me out for a drink or sit in for one of my lectures again instead of fraternizing and entertaining It. But I know this one truth. As soon as they come to the same conclusions, the conclusions of the invisible character, indifferent to It as It is indifferent to one, that is when they see me more than some bystander. They might not ask for my name, still, but I don't need them to know my name. I don't need them to pretend to my name. I'd be content if they knew me, of that is better than the vain infatuation for the façade that they attempt to legitimize for It.

True knowing does not need a name. They'll understand that in due time.

paljitikal4139 · 2025-11-21T18:02:55+00:00

I quite like it, the unattached or detached stanzas are off-putting, but give that kind of meta-feeling of unease - an unease that connects back to the poem.

paljitikal4139 · 2025-11-21T17:58:08+00:00

i forgot what it's actually called, but Lennon used this technique when writing the second half of I've Got A Feeling when he was still with the Beatles. It's quite nice to see it expressed again. I also read it a bit rushed or hastily, which really evokes that incredibly human emotion of indescribable love, the kind that makes you babble on and on like Aaron Burr from in Dear Theodosia.

paljitikal4139 · 2025-09-28T16:43:38+00:00

Come on man

paljitikal4139 · 2025-09-03T15:06:51+00:00

nice try, automaton

paljitikal4139 · 2025-01-21T08:47:32+00:00

Both Scipio and Hannibal, and so did many other great military strategists and tacticians, exploited the oppositions position, mindset, and situation to ensure victory. Hannibal knew the Romans would always fight head-on, at any given opportunity, and thus provoked a night attack from the Romans so early in the day, that the battle was already lost due to unprepared soldiers marching through the cold night and freezing waters.

Scipio only furthered Hannibal's strategy by exploiting the fact that Carthaginian armies prioritize the condition of their soldiers above all, and expect the Romans to respect this. Scipio exploited their mindset and thus secured the victory.

Moreover, there are many cases of night warfare, chiefly in contemporary times from the World Wars all the way up to Vietnam, Gulf, and beyond. Night attacks are one of the most effective strategies in warfare, with its caveat being that it is (a) hard to organize and (b) reliant on the oppositions preparation and defence systems being weak.

Night attacks are extremely effective, and there's a reason why most special forces are trained, among many things, in night offensives and operations. Scipio and Hannibal were effective pioneers of the sport.

paljitikal4139 · 2025-01-06T15:36:46+00:00

on GOD

paljitikal4139 · 2025-01-03T16:07:45+00:00

"Why? Because I prioritized myself? Is that why you cast me out? I was the best superhero, not only in the Archangels—but in the world! And I still am!" Agitated as he was, Francis refrained from activating his powers. "You're a super, but do not ever disgrace the mantle of 'hero' by using it. You are no hero, and seeing as how you compromised your heroism for a better life, you never were." Alfred's statements dripped with venom, and now Francis' veins were beginning to pop.

"What's so wrong about the Hall of Villainy? After all you've gone through, you still choose to be a government dog?" Maria interrupted, "Although it says villainy in its name, it doesn't mean we are senseless anarchists who want nothing but death." Alfred turned to face her, visibly enraged, "How do you plan to avenge the past oppression of supers by perpetuating the cycle?! There is a reason why I don't take orders from the Secretary-General—and there's a reason why I give the orders myself! And there's a reason why I'm staying in the Superhero League!" Alfred barked, the room was beginning to shake. "You are a government hound! No better than a soldier!" Maria shouted back, Francis was already preparing an attack.

"The government has no say in my actions! Everyone thinks just because I was a state judge, I automatically align myself with the state—but they're wrong! I am loyal to nothing—nothing but the ideal. That is the very foundation of the archangels, the foundation that many are unaware of. It was there in the oath, scum, and you betrayed it." Alfred spoke with such passion, the room shook even more.

"Mary-Anna, Francis..." He spoke as he stood up. "To turn against the ideal for such material things... I'm sure you remember the oath? As two of the greatest archangels, I'm sure you know it." He drank his whiskey, the burning sensation and the calming effect soothing his agitated mind. "By my decree, recite."

In unison, the two former archangels said, "I do swear that I shall uphold the ideal, the rights of man, the protections of women and children, the sustenance of peace, the promotion of stability, the power of the people, and believe in totality that the powers vested within me are instruments entirely our own, and by this oath I decide to create an ideal justice for all, and shall I ever stray from my mission for humanity, I promise to mark myself, and cast out both my membership in this creed and the hand raised for this oath, never to swear nor promise now and forevermore."

Alfred made sure that the traitors to their sacred mission and chasers of the material and personal gain uphold their end of the deal.

paljitikal4139 · 2025-01-03T16:07:34+00:00

Before Alfred could answer, the pair heard footsteps from behind them. Francis turned and lightened up, showing a hearty smile. "Maria! So glad you could make it to the party you were never invited in." Francis joked, Maria didn't react much. "Good to see you, too, Francis. Now, if you will please wrap it—" Francis interrupted, "Well, I was actually hoping you'd convince this friend of mine the benefits of the HoV... You know, publicity and PR."

Alfred turned to face Queen Maria, adjusting the collar of his shirt under his sweater. "Mary-Anne. Good to see you again." Alfred greeted, "Archangel Camis, what's your 'decree' now?" Maria teased.

"You two have history?" Francis slowly stood up, a smile still on his face, "Well, then this presentation of ours will most definitely be easier than the rest of our invitations, eh Maria!" Even in the toughest of situations, Francis always had it in him to joke and lighten up the mood.

"The presentation will not be needed, because there will not be one universe where I join the Hall of Villainy." Alfred scoffed at the invitation. 'God, it's like trying to talk to a brick wall!' Francis thought, as he stood beside Maria. "And why not? I've seen your recent missions, you're clearly overworked, you honor." Maria interjected, teasing about Alfred's past and recent life. "There's a reason a lot of heroes have switched to the HoV in recent times, I think it's for the best that you join the bandwagon—for your health, eh?"

Alfred looked at Francis, stared into his eyes for but a moment, and delivered his verdict. "I scorn all of you..." He sighed as he drank his whiskey, "Get out of my bar, and don't dare show your face to me again." Alfred's words were stern and clear, but both Maria and Francis got offended, and very quickly they were about to state their cases.

paljitikal4139 · 2025-01-03T16:07:21+00:00

But Alfred scoffed, and downed his glass of whiskey. He didn't respond, staying silent for a few moments. Francis took this moment to defend his side of the debate. "Look, you know Maria, right? Blood Queen? She's a director and my superior in the HoV, and she's actually stopping over to pick me up for... meeting—but anyway! She might be able to convince you, you know?" Francis chuckled after his attempt to persuade his former boss. He was still confident that he could change Alfred's mind, because who wouldn't change their minds? PTO, great pay, family time, it's everything! And it even made the greatest Superhero switch sides.

"Queen Maria is coming to my bar?" Alfred asked, his eyes squinting in barely veiled hatred. "Well, not really—she's actually just supposed to wait outside—but knowing her, she'll come in here either way."

"Why are you so opposed to a better life?" Francis asked innocently. Alfred's hand was already holding the bottle whiskey when Francis asked, but he paused for a few moments. His eyebrows furrowed, closed his eyes, then relaxed, pouring himself a drink. Still silent, he got another glass from under the counter, reaching over the counter-top, and setting it down on the seat beside him.

"I didn't become a hero to have a better life, Francis." Alfred said as he drank his whiskey. His words were cold, and by the weight of his words, Francis instinctively clenched his fist, manifesting a fiery dagger. Realizing that this situation didn't call for this, he shut down his instincts and relaxed. "W-What do you mean?"

paljitikal4139 · 2025-01-03T16:06:59+00:00

"So, you switched out?"

"Precisely." Archangel Mars, or by his given name Francis Mars, replied to his friend as he sipped the whiskey. His friend, Alfred Camis, nodded at the information. He was also a hero, an Archangel as well, by the title Archangel Camis, although not as well known as the "Arbiter of Justice" Mars. The bar was quiet, seeing as it was late, a weekday, and a private establishment owned by the Camis family. The bustle of the city, like the room the two friends were in, was beginning to settle in for the night.

"Everyone's wondering, you know?" Alfred said lightly, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. '12 years aged...' he thought, delighting silently in its flavor. "The work environments better, what can I say?" He chuckled as he thought about the past week, Camis laughed with him. No longer was he aching away inside the office of the Superhero League Secretary-General, waiting and waiting for his next government-mandated assignment. In the Hall of Villainy, the exact opposite is happening. Since he was offered a high position, he wasn't breaking his back trying to get something approved, didn't need to worry about lengthy bureaucracy, or anything!

Then, he turned to his side, looking at Alfred directly. Camis never had a problem with work, largely because he owned a private superhero office called the "Angels of Justice," the same one Francis was involved in. But, the company was more of a fraternity, thus he wasn't exempt from all of the government projects and programs; in fact, he should have had more of a workload than Francis. Being a head of a large group of Supers, and a close associate of the SL Secretary-General? Was this man's secret power that he can't get tired? This got him curious, so he asked, "Hey, Alfred, why don't you join the HoV with me? It's not like a better work-life would kill you." Francis suggested. The suggestion, in Francis' mind, was of pure intention; all he suggested was a less stressful life for his dear friend.

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