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All of our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.
Does the human intellect, or “reason,” really spring us free from our inherence in the depths of this wild proliferation of forms? Or on the contrary, is the human intellect rooted in, and secretly borne by, our forgotten contact with the multiple nonhuman shapes that surround us on every hand?
What is the greatest experience you can have? It is the hour of the great contempt. The hour when your happiness, too, arouses your disgust, and even your reason and your virtue.
The hour when you say, 'What matters my happiness? It is poverty and filth and wretched contentment. But my happiness ought to justify existence itself.'
The hour when you say, 'What matters my reason? Does it crave knowledge as the lion his food? It is poverty and filth and wretched contentment.'
The hour when you say, 'What matters my virtue? As yet it has not made me rage. How weary I am of my good and my evil! All that is poverty and filth and wretched contentment.'
Every mind has a horizon in respect to its present intellectual capacity but not in respect to its future intellectual capacity.
Our knowledge of the historical worth of certain religious doctrines increases our respect for them, but does not invalidate our proposal that they should cease to be put forward as the reasons for the precepts of civilization. On the contrary! Those historical residues have helped us to view religious teachings, as it were, as neurotic relics, and we may now argue that the time has probably come, as it does in an analytic treatment, for replacing the effects of repression by the results of the rational operation of the intellect.
I prithee gentle friend,
Let thy fair wisdom, not thy passions, sway
In this uncivil and unjust extent
Against thy peace.
Ideology is the elevation of ideas beyond reason.
I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door.
It opens.
I've been knocking from inside!
All human actions have one or more of these seven causes: chance, nature, compulsion, habit, reason, passion, and desire.
I know what the world exists for, but I know not how it came into existence. I see the design, but not the designer. I understand the question, but not the questioner.
The reason for human existence is the ultimate philosophical questioner's vanity.
Just as gold is burnt, cut and rubbed,
Examine my words carefully and
Do not accept them simply out of respect
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." ~Friedrich Nietzsche, "On Reading and Writing" German philosopher (1844 - 1900)
"There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness." ~Friedrich Nietzsche, "On Reading and Writing" German philosopher (1844 - 1900)
I used to worry about what life was for. Now being alive seems sufficient reason.
What matters most is how you see yourself.
God is a philosophical black hole - the point where reason breaks down.
People used to explore the dimensions of reality by taking LSD to make the world look weird. Now the world is weird & they take Prozac to make it look normal
Many people will come in and out of your life that will cause you pain, it is your choice to let them continue
Happy are those who dream dreams and are ready to pay the price to make them come true
And I had wondered then if people really died because of a reason.
Or were they just bored of their lives and needed a reason to end it.
Though I never would want to commit suicide.
Values and verdicts never bother me half as much as people trying to weasel their way around them, or people compromising their reason to pander to their own prejudices and preconceptions, which they are so rarely competent to look in the face.
Myth is the practical metabolism of our soulish life, the logic of our obsessions and oversights for which we have no language or code. Myth is the "morality" that the ineffable puts upon us, our unaccountable imperatives, our inexplicably selective clarity and obscurity, the mortal one-sidedness of our talents and wits, the passion and apathy that make such a transient passage through our hapless minds; that weave a pattern of fatality others will see before we do. Myth is distinctively human or sublime higher-order instinct, the "reason" in culture that reason knows not of.
I write for the same reason I breathe - because if I didn't I'd die.
The things you do not have to say make you rich.
Saying the things you do not have to say weakens your talk.
Hearing the things you do not have to hear dulls your hearing.
And the things you know before you hear them; these are you and the reason you are in the world.
What has been the effect of coericion [sic]? To make one half the world fools, and the other half hypocrites. To support roguery and errors all over the earth... [Instead] reason and persuasion are the only practicable instruments. To make way for these, free inquiry must be indulged; and how can we wish others to indulge it while we refuse it ourselves.
Some people can be reasoned into sense, and others must be shocked into it. Say a bold thing that will stagger them, and they will begin to think.
Of course it is exhausting, having to reason all the time in a universe which wasn't meant to be reasonable.
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